Savannah Reid, Private Investigator, marries her long time boyfriend, Dirk Coulter, Los Angeles Detective. Their honeymoon is on the picture perfect island, Santa Tesla, fifty miles northwest of L.A., off the coast of California. Shortly after there arrival, Savannah witnesses a murder.
Sounds good, right? NOT.
When I read the description, I did not find reference to the "Southern Belle". Oh my. Not for me, at all.
I read about a third of the book, and just could not handle any more. I was so sick of y'all, ain't, darlin', and every other saccharin sweet word, I had to quit. With Granny fixin' vittles, and later headin' up the Moonlight Magnolia Detective Agency, we are all set for a right fixin' meetin', sure as crawdads crawl. And I couldn't believe that two people who lived in L.A. for years, could still speak so phonetically incorrect. (Sorry, but I just don't have a real believability factor that people who sound like they haven't cracked open an English book since grammar school, can have real credibility in the world of crime and private investigation, etc. As soon as I hear someone talk like that I have a hard time believing that they are educated.)
I can honestly say I am glad I did not purchase this book as I won it in a book giveaway.
The library will benefit from the donation, as I am sure some other readers will love this. I surely don't want it on my shelves!