“Down home and delightful.” —Carolyn Hart Between a riverboat gambler-theme engagement party and a murder mystery dinner for charity, Dixie, Tennessee, party planner Liv McKay is far too frenzied to feel festive. Add to the mix her duties at the annual businesswomen’s retreat and the antics of a celebrity ghost-hunting diva, and Liv’s schedule is turning out to be the scariest thing about this Halloween—especially when the ladies stumble across a dead body in a cemetery... Morgan Robison was a party girl with a penchant for married men and stirring up a cauldron of drama. Any number of scorned wives or frightened philanderers could be behind her death. As Liv and her best friend, Di, set out to dig up the truth, they’ll face the unexpected and find their efforts hampered by a killer with one seriously haunting vendetta... “Refreshing as a tall glass of sweet tea, Vickie Fee has crafted a series that celebrates the deadly traditions of Southern hospitality.” —Cheryl Hollon, author of Cracked to Death
Includes an excerpt from the next Liv and Di in Dixie mystery Death crashes the party.
“Good is the exact opposite of what we are,” Zoe muttered, but I ignored her and clutched the invitations to my chest as I dragged her back ... “I'm going to tell my dad that my mom took them, and my mom that my dad took them,” I said.
“I'm just having an after-dinner drink. Would you care to join me?” “We'd better not,” Di said. “We had drinks with dinner.” “Suit yourself,” he said, tossing an empty beer bottle on the ground and reaching into the ice chest beside his ...
SO, IT'S YOUR PARTY AND YOU'LL DIE IF YOU WANT TO This is about planning your last party. Maybe you have let others plan your wedding or birthday parties, or cruises or getaways, but THIS really is your last outing, so HAVE IT YOUR WAY.
I dove down behind the king-size bed and Detective Bains along with a uniformed officer stormed in from the hall, with their weapons drawn. Jana fired off a blind shot toward me as the uniformed officer grabbed her arm and seized the ...
“Why do you call him that?” Stanley asked. Peter glanced around at the others. Lotus Blossom Marvin shrugged and blew him a kiss. “It's your party, you can die if you want to,” he said. “It's what we all call him. It's just... well, he ...
You can never win against me. Well, like the song says: It's your party, you can die if you want to. Or something like that.” From the driveway below, Scarpetti called to him that the trucks were ready to ...
“But it's your party, you can die if you want to.” He let go of her hair with one last tug. “This trust we've spoken of before...you do know what it means, right?” “Okay, okay. Just tell me when to show up and I'll be there.
He shrugged again. “Why not? It's your party—you can bail if you want to.” I pulled the keys from the pocket of my jeans. Nat snatched them from my hand. “No way,” he said. “I'm driving this time. You look like you're about to keel the ...
One hundred recipes offer all the flavor and flair of crowd-pleasing party food without any of the fuss in a barbecue cookbook that provides time-saving, party-planning, and food presentation tips, as well as suggested theme menus and ...