Death of a Country Fried Redneck

By Lee Hollis

Local food and drink writer Haley Powell thinks she's done solving murders in scenic Bar Harbor, Maine. But when a taste of the South comes to New England, Haley's following another recipe for disaster. . .

As a single mom, Hayley Powell already has a full plate--she's got deadlines to make and a teenage daughter with eyes for an aspiring singer-songwriter. But when country music superstar Wade Springer rolls into town, Hayley spies an irresistible side gig: personal chef to her all-American idol. After he tries her home cooking, Wade's so impressed that he hires her on the spot--and invites her to dine with him alone.

Hayley and Wade are hitting all the right notes. . .until a body turns up. Wade's tour bus was torched overnight and a roadie named Mickey Pritchett came out well-done. But the real cause of death isn't barbecue: Mickey was shot, his mouth stuffed with one of Hayley's trademark chicken legs. An ornery drunk, Mickey had already made plenty of enemies in town, but Wade's reputation is on the rocks. Hayley reckons it's up to her to settle this mess--a charbroiled mystery with all the fixin's.

Includes seven delectable recipes from Hayley's kitchen!

Praise for Death of a Kitchen Diva

"Delicious and satisfying. Another course, please." --Carolyn Hart

"Readers will be calling for a second round from author Lee Hollis." --Leslie Meier, author of Chocolate Covered Murder

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kensington Books
• Release date: Oct 24, 2011
• ISBN: 9780758279705

Lee Hollis

LEE HOLLIS is the pen name for Rick Copp, a veteran Hollywood screenwriter who has written for numerous television series, including The Golden Girls, Wings, Scooby-Doo, Teen Titans, and Barbershop. He is the co-writer of The Brady Bunch Movie and has written a number of novels under his own name. He also produces, writes, and stars in the hit web series Where the Bears Are. With his sister Holly Simason, he co-authors the Hayley Powell Food & Cocktail Mysteries book series using the Lee Hollis name. He lives in Palm Springs, California.

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Chapter 1

Hayley Powell didn’t think she was screaming that loud. But when her boss Sal Moretti came barreling out of his office, strawberry yogurt dripping down the front of his light blue, short-sleeve dress shirt, angrily pointing a pudgy finger at her and blaming her for scaring him so badly he spilled his breakfast all over himself, she finally managed to shut her mouth and contain herself.

It was a natural reaction. This was huge news. Her all-time favorite singer—four-time Grammy winner and last year’s Sexiest Man Alive according to People magazine—country music hottie Wade Springer was coming to town to perform two charity concerts. How could she not be screaming?

However, if she’d had the slightest clue at the time that Wade’s imminent arrival in her little home town of Bar Harbor, Maine, would lead to murder, she definitely would not have been so excited.

But, right now, without the power of hindsight, Hayley was in a joyous and celebratory mood. She jumped up from her desk, which was situated in the front office at the Island Times newspaper, scurried into the small bathroom in the back, and quickly returned with a paper towel. She began frantically dabbing at the bits of strawberry that rested in the crease of Sal’s shirt just above his ample belly.

I’m sorry, Sal. I’ll go to the store and get you another yogurt, Hayley said apologetically.

Forget the yogurt. I want another shirt, Sal bellowed. My wife spent almost twenty dollars on this at Walmart!

Hayley suspected Sal would never be caught at New York’s Fashion Week anytime soon.

I don’t get what’s the big deal about some Nashville crooner coming to Bar Harbor, Sal grunted. Big name celebrities come here every summer. We’ve had the president of the United States bring his family here. Martha Stewart owns a home on the other side of the island. I’ve never even heard of this guy!

You mean to tell me you’ve never listened to his number one hit, ‘I’m Not a Wife Beater, I Just Wear One’?

I don’t listen to music. I’m a newsman. That’s why I prefer NPR, Sal said, snorting. He grabbed at a tiny piece of strawberry that Hayley missed and popped it in his mouth.

Sal snatched the paper towel out of Hayley’s hand and continued to wipe the yogurt off his shirt himself.

Hayley smiled and dutifully scooted back behind her desk. She scrolled down the e-mail on her computer announcing Wade’s upcoming Bar Harbor appearances.

Wade has always been committed to the environment. He even wrote the theme song for that Oscar-winning documentary about the ice glaciers. Remember that? I loved that song. He talked about the planet being like a big cocktail left on the bar too long and how the ice cubes have all melted away, Hayley said to her half-listening boss, who was now pouring himself a cup of coffee. Anyway, when the College of the Atlantic heard he was going on tour in the northeast, they wrote him a letter requesting he do a benefit concert to help raise funds for their ocean research department. My friend Jamie McGibbon—he’s a professor there—well, he sent me an e-mail with the news that Wade’s people just confirmed the dates. You know Jamie. His wife owns the ice cream shop that has the pumpkin spice flavor you love so much . . .

Is there a point to this story?

Well, no, Jamie just wanted me to be the first to know about Wade Springer performing at the Criterion Theatre.

Sal perked up. Wait, so we have a scoop?

I could go get us each one. You know how much I love the salted caramel.

Sal sighed. "No, Hayley. A news scoop! We’ve got the story that this singer is coming to town—before the Herald?"

Yes, Jamie wanted me to be the first to know because I’m such a huge fan.

"Have one of the reporters write something up so we can post it on our website before word gets out and the Herald beats us to the punch."

All our reporters are out covering the city council meeting.

Then you do it.

Hayley wasn’t a reporter. She was just the office manager who wrote a regular cooking column called Island Food & Spirits where she shared anything on her mind along with a few tasty food and cocktail recipes.

Sal could read the doubt in her face.

Just because you write about seafood casseroles and rhubarb pies doesn’t make you any less of a journalist. And a journalist drops everything he or she is doing to alert the public to any breaking news.

Got it! Hayley said, as she began typing furiously. She noticed Sal heading for the door. Where are you going?

I’m starving. I’m going to get some blueberry pancakes at Jordan’s.

Hayley raised an eyebrow, amused.

"Don’t give me that look. I didn’t say I was the one who has to drop everything. I’m the editor. I delegate. I pay you to drop everything!"

Sal marched out of the office.

Hayley quickly typed a few sentences quoting an unnamed source at the college—since she didn’t want Jamie to get into trouble for talking out of school, literally—and then posted the item on the paper’s website.

Within seconds, the office phone rang and Hayley picked it up. Island Times, this is Hayley.

There was loud screaming on the other end of the receiver.

Even louder than her own high-pitched shrieking earlier.

Hayley knew exactly who it was.

Hi, Liddy, she said, smiling.

Is it true? Is he really coming?

Yes! Can you believe it?

More screaming. From both of them. It was like when they were teenage girls and ran away from home together, taking a Greyhound bus to Boston to sneak into a Backstreet Boys concert. They had made it as far as Bangor just an hour outside of town before their parents had the bus pulled over and the cops dragged them home.

Liddy was one of Hayley’s closest friends. They had grown up together. Their lives diverged a bit when Hayley found herself divorced and struggling to raise two kids while Liddy made a big splash in the local real estate market during the boom and was now tooling around town in a Mercedes and flying off to Manhattan every month for retail therapy.

We have to meet him! Liddy squealed. I’m on the board of directors of the Criterion Theatre so I’m sure I can arrange it.

Liddy, are you serious? That would be like . . . a dream come true, Hayley said. She couldn’t allow herself to believe that it was even possible.

Of course. And now that he’s divorced from that hillbilly, the one who can barely carry a tune, what’s her name?

Stacy Jo Stanton, Hayley offered.

Actually, Stacy Jo was a successful country singer in her own right, but Liddy just couldn’t bring herself to admit it.

Right. Her. Well, now Wade’s available again so he might be in the market for some female companionship while he’s in town, and since you’re dating Lex Bansfield and I’m one hundred percent single, that someone could be me!

Liddy was right. Hayley was dating Lex Bansfield, the handsome caretaker of one of the multimillion dollar oceanfront estates, but she wasn’t sure where that was going, or how serious it was, and she certainly didn’t consider herself partnered at this point. But realistically, Hayley knew that neither she nor Liddy stood a chance of ever dating someone like Wade Springer. Liddy loved to get carried away sometimes.

I had a dream the other night when I fell asleep listening to one of Wade’s albums on my iPod, Liddy said, taking a long pause for dramatic effect. I dreamed that someone was spooning me from behind and when I opened my eyes I was wearing one of Wade’s signature ten-gallon white cowboy hats and he was snuggling against me, one strong arm pulling me into his buffed furry chest, and in this deep voice he said, ‘Mornin’ sunshine,’ and I just . . . Oh God, it’s so hot in my office! What’s the weather like outside?

Forty-two degrees. It’s not your office. It’s you, Hayley said, laughing.

Oh, before I forget, I read online that Wade just fired his personal chef who was cooking for him while he’s on tour.

What? Why?

The guy bought some bad shrimp and gave everybody food poisoning. Luckily Wade was doing a sound check and didn’t eat any, but four crew members were hospitalized. Isn’t that good news?

I don’t see how that’s good news, Hayley said.

He fired his chef! Maybe the tour organizers are planning to hire someone local to fill in while they’re here on the island.

I know where this is going. Even if that’s true, there’s no way I’d ever get the job.

Why not? You’re an award-winning cooking columnist!

I got third place. And there were only five columns nominated.

It’s all about perception. You’re still award winning! Now don’t dismiss this opportunity like so many others.

Hayley chose not to press Liddy on what other opportunities Liddy believed she’d dismissed. That was another discussion. Right now was all about bringing Liddy back down to earth.

Okay, let me think about it.

There’s no time to think. We both know Wade’s favorite dish is country fried chicken. He’s a Southerner, after all. You need to write about that in your next column. Show these guys you’ve got what it takes to satisfy Wade’s palette.

Hayley thought about it for a second and realized Liddy had a good point. Why not write about Wade’s local concert and include a recipe for his favorite dish? Chances are he would probably never see it, but what would be the harm? And if someone close to him did happen to read it, then maybe there was a slight possibility that she would be considered. It certainly was worth a shot.

I’m hanging up now, go write, Liddy said, and then there was a click.

Hayley was jammed with phone calls and managerial duties at the office until quitting time, so she didn’t have time to write her column. It would just have to wait until after she fed her kids dinner and took her dog, Leroy, for a walk.

When she arrived home, Leroy, her dirty white shih tzu with a pronounced underbite, was running around in circles, bursting with excitement over her arrival. Much like Hayley’s own reaction to the news Wade Springer was coming to town.

Hayley’s two kids, however—sixteen-year-old Gemma and fourteen-year-old Dustin—were nowhere to be seen. Neither had ever displayed even a fraction of the excitement over their mother coming home from work that Leroy could be counted on to do.

Ever.

She assumed they were both out with friends.

Suddenly, a screech came from upstairs.

Scratch that. Gemma was home.

Hayley grabbed her ears to cover them. Lord. Where did she get that loud earsplitting screaming from?

Gemma came pounding down the stairs, the phone pressed to her ear. Her face was beet red and Hayley noticed the hand holding the receiver was shaking.

Honey, are you all right? Hayley asked.

Shhhh, Mom, please! This is important!

She was all right.

Gemma turned her back to Hayley and whispered frantically into the phone, a few excited giggles escaping every few sentences.

After giving Leroy a doggie treat, Hayley filled a pot with water and placed it on the stove and turned the heat on the burner up to high. She had made some of her homemade spaghetti sauce, left over from the night before, so a quick pasta dinner would be easy to prepare and give her more time to get to work on her Wade Springer tribute column.

Gemma finally finished her call.

She screamed again.

Leroy, startled, dashed out of the room and hid behind the couch.

Mom, Reid Jennings asked me out on a date! I can’t believe it! Reid Jennings!

I’m so happy for you! Who’s Reid Jennings?

He’s a new kid. His parents just moved here this year. They bought that seafood restaurant on the pier after the last owner skipped town.

Hayley had heard of the family, but didn’t know much about them.

Anyway, Reid’s an artist and a really, really talented one, Gemma gushed.

He paints?

No. He’s a singer-songwriter and he’s playing at that new agey coffeehouse next to the organic food market on Cottage Street, and he asked me to come tonight and hear him perform one of his original songs!

So it’s not really a date. He just wants to fill the seats.

Gemma gave her mother a withering look.

Way to pop my balloon, Mom, Gemma said, sighing. Is it so hard for you to allow me this one ounce of happiness?

I’m sorry, Hayley said. I didn’t realize your life was so full of disappointments and despair.

Don’t count me in for dinner. I couldn’t possibly eat now. Oh, and Dustin’s at Cameron’s house so he won’t be eating, either.

Hayley immediately shut off the burner and dumped the pot of water into the sink. She turned to see Gemma halfway back up the stairs to her room.

So how old is he?

I don’t know. A little older than me.

How much older?

He’s a senior.

Seventeen?

Eighteen, okay? Come on, Mom, enough with the third degree.

I’m not convinced it’s wise for you to be dating an older boy.

Stop being so overprotective. I’m old enough to make my own decisions, Gemma said, continuing up the stairs to her room.

So what time do we have to be there? Hayley asked.

Gemma stopped cold. Be where?

The coffeehouse. We’re not staying late because I have a column to write.

Mom, you’re not invited.

It’s a public event. And I’m sure Reid will appreciate an extra body there to help fill the house.

Why are you doing this to me?

Because I don’t like the idea of you dating someone I’ve never met, and since I know you and that you will never bring him around to meet me, this is a nice alternative to me actually crashing one of your real dates.

Fine! Gemma sighed. But we have to be there by seven-thirty.

Hayley didn’t like the fact that she would be out late. She just wanted to pour herself a glass of red wine and write her Wade Springer column. But her kids came first. She had to do this.

The coffeehouse was half full when they arrived on time at seven-thirty. Lots of teenagers sipped lattes and flavored teas and were slouched over wooden tables, talking. Hayley guessed she was the oldest one in the room.

Gemma had dressed to the nines and stood out from the others, who were in jeans and t-shirts. Hayley refused to sit alone at a table in the back, much to Gemma’s chagrin, and joined her at a table up front directly in front of the microphone that had been set up.

The coffeehouse owner, a frizzy-haired redheaded woman in her late twenties wearing a bulky wool sweater and jeans skirt, stepped in front of the mic and gave a quick rundown of upcoming events before turning it over to Reid.

Hayley almost gasped out loud when Reid entered from the back, a guitar slung around his shoulder. No wonder Gemma was so googly-eyed and excited over the attention he had given her. The kid was incredibly handsome with the face and body of a male model. His brown hair was scraggly and mussed and he wore thick glasses that did little to hide his beautiful puppy-dog brown eyes. He seemed perfect.

Hayley glanced over at Gemma, who was the only one wildly clapping at his introduction. It took a moment for everyone else to catch up. After most people stopped applauding, Hayley had to physically restrain her daughter from clapping anymore so Reid could start his song.

Reid launched into his number, and Hayley was surprised by what a soothing, melodic voice he possessed. He also played the guitar well, and Hayley noticed he quickly had the crowd in the palm of his hand.

When it was over, Gemma jumped to her feet, forcing everyone else to haul their butts up out of their chairs and give Reid a standing ovation.

Reid looked over at Gemma and gave her a wink.

Yeah, the kid was cute. Probably a heartbreaker, too. But Gemma was right. Hayley had to let her make her own decisions and her own mistakes.

Hayley and Gemma hung around long enough for the crowd to thin out and Reid to finish accepting accolades from his friends for his performance.

Finally, when the coffeehouse was nearly empty, Reid ambled over and gave Gemma a warm hug.

Thanks for coming, Reid said with a smile that lit up the room.

Hayley had to gently grab Gemma by the elbow to stop her from swooning.

This must be your sister, Reid said with a straight face, nodding to Hayley.

The easiest play in the book to impress a girl’s mother. But damned if it wasn’t effective one hundred percent of the time.

Oh God, no! That’s my mother! Gemma screamed.

I had her very young, Hayley said, but then caught herself. But I’m not condoning motherhood at an early age whatsoever.

Reid laughed.

You were very good, Hayley said, and meant it.

Thank you, Mrs. Powell, Reid said. That means a lot to me.

The kid had obvious talent and a laid-back charm. He was hard to resist.

Can I buy you two some coffee or tea? Reid asked, slipping an arm around Gemma. Her body jerked slightly from the thrill of his touch.

No, we need to get home. I have some work to do before tomorrow, Hayley said.

"Yes, Mom’s a columnist for the Island Times and has left things to the last minute as usual. I, however, have already finished all my homework and would love to join you for some tea."

Checkmate.

Hayley decided not to drag Gemma home with her. The coffeehouse owner was stationed behind the counter and could serve as a makeshift chaperone. And Reid seemed like a nice enough kid. So she told Gemma to be home by ten, and turned to leave. As she was heading out the door, she heard Gemma say breathlessly, Your singing gave me goose pimples. Look, I still have them.

Hayley walked the four blocks home and wondered why girls always fall so hard for a guy with a handsome face and a nice singing voice. She had thought Gemma would go more for someone with brains, a whip-smart college prep kid with plans to be a doctor or lawyer. But no, she was obsessed with the soft-spoken artist who had a way with a guitar.

Where did she get that from?

Oh, well. No time to ponder that question. Hayley had to get home and write all about her idol, Wade Springer.

Island Food & Spirits by Hayley Powell

In the immortalized words of every teenage girl in America, I would just like to say OMG! I can not tell you how beside myself I am with excitement about a truly amazing and fantastic upcoming event that is about to happen in our tiny little town! And best of all, it’s showcasing an idol of mine who’s so popular I can’t believe he is also about to grace the stage of our very own historic landmark the Criterion Theatre.

I’m just so over the top deliriously happy that I almost can’t even type his name without wanting to start screaming like I’m twelve and at the mall waiting for a Justin Bieber appearance! I actually believe—no, I know—I am going to have to grab my friend Liddy and go to the big city—No, Liddy, not New York! I’m talking about our big city of Bangor—to get myself some new blue jeans, a sassy shirt, and, dare I say, cowgirl boots with heels!

So if you haven’t heard by now, hold on to your seats because the impossibly gorgeous and wildly successful Wade Springer (insert screaming!) is coming to Bar Harbor to do not one but two charity country music concerts for the College of the Atlantic’s ocean research department.

I can say with certainty that this is probably one of the most exciting things that has happened here since the bar my brother Randy owns, Drinks Like A Fish, had a two for one special on their to-die-for Lemon Drop Martinis, and because they were so popular, the Hannaford grocery store and the Bayside liquor store both ran out of vodka over the weekend. We almost had a New England version of the Watts riots on our hands from all of the angry Lemon Drop lovers in town!

Anyway, what a great coup for the college to get Wade to perform. I, for one, will be first in line for tickets since I have been Wade’s number one fan ever since he first arrived on the Nashville scene. I adore country music, much to the chagrin of my kids, who find it quite embarrassing when their friends come over and I’m in the kitchen singing into a hairbrush microphone at the top of my lungs Man! I Feel Like a Woman along with Shania Twain. Honestly, though, sometimes it’s worth the eye rolling and screaming, Oh, Mom, for the love of God, stop!

Reviews for Death of a Country Fried Redneck

[dd196406 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Enjoyed this book. Fun mystery with good recipes (always a plus) and I didn't figure it out until the end. Liked the characters -- they were believable and sympathetic. The action moved and just enough mystery to keep the reader interested. I recommend this one as a good beach read.

[booboobad · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

A fun lighthearted read for anyone who enjoys cozy mysteries. Hayley is a food columnist who finally meets her idol, a country singing star who comes to her town for a few benefit concerts. When one of his roadies ends up dead, Hayley gets involved by trying to find out who done it. With likable, quirky characters who could be anyone you know, "Death of a Country Fried Redneck" is lots of fun. (it includes lots of recipes that look good too!)

[murderbydeath · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

A definite improvement from the first book, really I'd give this 3 1/2 stars. Death of a Country Fried Redneck was a more enjoyable read and felt much more tightly written. The story line was completely implausible, but one doesn't read cozies for their gritty reality. A lot of good character development of the supporting cast in this book, although we see almost nothing of Lex - necessary to make way for completely implausible story line. :)

The murderer was a surprise - the author did a very good job with interwoven plot lines, red herrings, lots of suspects and misdirection.

The writing still doesn't flow as naturally as it could, but this could be in part that it is written in the third person, so often feels more like a narration than a story to get lost in. Still, I'll look for the third and hope for continuous improvement.

[mlake_22 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Another fun fast Hayley Powell mystery.

[joannefm2 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

When Hayley Powell learns that her favorite singer is doing a couple of concerts in town, she manages to find a way to meet him - cook him breakfast at a local diner. When Wade Springer, country superstar, tastes her cooking, he offers her the job of personal chef while he's there. In fact, he's so taken with her, he wants to take her out to dinner, also.Hayley, whose boyfriend Lex is away on business, doesn't think anything of it, because it's only a dinner, and she's already told Wade she's involved with someone. But when she brings him her spectacular fried chicken she's accosted by one of his employees and practically dragged off. Only the intervention of Wade and his bodyguard Curtis save her.Later, the fired employee's body is found in a burned-out tour bus, and it also turns out that he was shot before the bus was burned. So Hayley needs to find out who killed Mickey before Wade is blamed. It doesn't help that Wade's ex-wife shows up and is hot on the trail of her ex, and a local punk is threatening her. Now Hayley's on the trail of a killer who might be closer to home than she thinks after all...This is the second book in the series, and I really hoped it would be better than the first. And it was, a tad. But Hayley screaming like a teenager when she learns her favorite singer is in town? What grown woman would do that? She obviously spends waaayy too much time with her teenaged daughter instead of adults...speaking of which, when she does spend time with adults, it's to go out and drink. Don't they have anything else to do? There's nothing wrong with it, but seriously, meeting at a bar night after night?Then there's her boyfriend, Lex. There's no spark at all; he's rather dull. He just seems to come in and out of her life, and honestly, I was hoping she'd go off with the singer so she'd have something going on. I just don't see how Hayley and Lex fit together. Maybe if he'd spend time with the kids once in a while to get to know them, but there's just no connection for me. As for her friend Mona - don't get me started. Rather than go to the doctor and either her or her husband get snipped, she gets pregnant and then complains about her kids and her lazy husband. This is not a family I would like to come near in a restaurant or anywhere else. There doesn't seem to be any discipline at all; and what is supposed to be humorous makes you want to run for the hills.While the story line was interesting - singer comes to town and one of his group is killed - there were too many distractions throughout. Why is a fifteen-year-old kid taking pictures of people and no one is telling his parents that he needs to cut it out? He's a minor, not a professional. I really would have liked to enjoy this book better, and as I said, I did a little more than the first, but only because the ending was a surprise. I am hoping that in the next book Lex actually becomes a 'real boy' instead of the wooden model he seems to be, and that Hayley acts like the newspaper employee she is. The recipes were okay, but only if you're centered on drinking with every meal.

[drebbles · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Single mom Hayley Powell has her hands full writing a food and drink column for the local newspaper as well as keeping an eye on her children, especially daughter Gemma who is dating an older boy. Still Hayley will do anything it takes to meet country music star Wade Springer who is in Bar Harbor, Maine to perform two charity concerts. Almost before she knows what happened, Hayley is hired to be Wade's personal chef while he is in town. Sparks fly between the two but all is not well when a body turns up and a piece of Hayley's lovingly cooked chicken is close by. Hayley quickly finds herself involved with the murder investigation but is afraid the killer might be someone she knows and cares about.“Death of a Country Fried Redneck” is a very funny, at times over-the-top mystery. You can tell that author Lee Hollis (pen name for brother and sister writing team Rick Copp and Holly Simason) had a lot of fun writing this book. There are a lot of funny things in this book like names (Billy Ray Cyrus and Spanky McFarland appear in this book or at least their names do), good old-fashioned girl fights (one in particular was laugh out loud funny), a pesky photographer, mangled language, and so much more. This type of humor can be hard for me to swallow - too much over-the-top stuff and I'm gone - but Hollis pulls it off admirably. Mixed in with the humor are some more serious issues like an overprotective father and Hayley's ongoing struggles in raising teenagers that help keep this book grounded. The mystery itself is well plotted with plenty of suspects and Hollis does a good job of having readers solve the crime alongside Hayley. Two things kept me from giving this book five stars. First, the Bar Harbor setting didn't seem real to me. Maybe it was the title; maybe it was the country singer, but the book felt like it was set in the South not New England. And, while Hayley is a bright resourceful heroine throughout most of the book she turns into one of those Too Stupid to Live characters at the end - I literally groaned when I realized what she was about to do.“Death of a Country Fried Redneck” isn't perfect but it sure is a lot of fun to read.

[eawsmom · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

I received this book through the LT Early Reviewers program. In this book, a famous country singer chooses to come to Bar Harbor, Maine, to do benefit concerts for a local college. This is a dream come true for local food columnist Hayley Powell, who is utterly besotted with the man and immediately starts developing schemes to meet her idol. She succeeds and even finds herself hired as his personal chef for the duration of his stay. Romance flares between the two of them and all seems to be going swimmingly until one of the singer's roadies is found dead with Hayley's chicken in his mouth. From that point, Hayley becoems a grown-up version of Nancy Drew, only she makes many more accusations that turn out to be false than I remember Nancy doing. While the book was okay, I didn't find it as interesting or well-written as other series featuring cooks-cum-sleuths. I also found the protagonist's behavior annoying--she is supposed to be a 30-something woman with two teen-aged kids (who seem to be ignored a lot unless it's convenient to the plot) but in many instances her behavior was portrayed as though she was no older than her 16-year-old daughter. I may read other books in the series, but I won't go out of my way to find them.

[squeex_1 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

A neat premise in a neat town, but I just felt sort of *meh* while reading it. The scenes tended to skip around without much cohesion. It may have been envy for the main character as every single of the hot single guys were attracted to her. I will go back and read the first in the series to see if that helps me understand the characters and scene skipping better.

[libri_amor · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Staid Bar Harbor -- home to some of the rich and famous-- make that conservative rich and famous is 'invaded' by a country music superstar and his entourage. So much for quiet island life..add in a 'little' murder, a teenage papparazzi, and things heat up even in Maine. Single mom Hayley cooks up a scheme to meet the superstar and becomes embroiled in not only his personal life (think ex) but in the murder of one of his fired roadies. Adds up to a 'southern' mystery in 'Down Home Maine". Enjoy.

[readanon · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Quick, pleasant read, nothing special but still enjoyable. I enjoyed the inclusion of the recipes (haven't tried them yet, but intend to soon). I may have to check out the earlier books to form a more complete opinion.

[hippolytus_1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

A charming cozy mystery with a pleasant setting, a kooky cast of characters, and a winning heroine. Very enjoyable, but typical of the genre and nothing particularly special. Overall, a solid book with a good mystery. Further installments of the series will be most welcome.

[msgemini_1 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

This quaint story takes place in a small town. Hayley Powell, local food and drink writer turns amateur sleuth after discovering a body.This mystery was a bit predictable and the story while enjoyable was a bit dry. I did enjoy reading all of the recipes and I have another book from this series on my bookshelf.