A Dress to Die For
March 6th, 2022. Filed under: This & That.
When Felicity Philips visits a wedding dress boutique only to find the designer strangled with one of her own veils, she finds herself unwittingly embroiled in yet another desperate investigation.
What could possibly be the motive behind the crime?
A single wedding dress is missing. A one-off design encrusted with jewels, it has been sold to three different brides, all of whom claim the deposit they paid makes it theirs. But who has it?
Find the dress and you find the killer.
Two of the brides are hers – she sent them to the designer!
With arch-rival, Primrose Green, stirring things up and the palace decision on who will run the next royal wedding looming, Felicity employs local P.I. Vince Slater to help solve the case, that’s if he can keep his mind on the job and stop trying to romance her knickers off.
Can she uncover who wanted the dress badly enough to kill for it? She had better pray she does, because this is a dress to die for, and the killing might not be finished yet.
Marriage? It can be absolute murder.
ISLAND BREEZES
She’s no Patricia Fisher, but I think she might want to be. Felicity Philips is a wedding planner whose plans keep going awry.
Three women who have engaged her services want a one of a kind wedding dress. Unfortunately, they all want the same one. Enough to kill for it?
Women keep dying and not only is Felicity’s life threatened, she is losing business. If bad reviews and gossip keep running rampant she won’t have a shot of being the wedding planner for royalty.
Thank you, Mr. Higgs, for another book about Felicity and those pets who communicate with her and sometimes throw a wrench in the works.
***A special thank you to the author who provided a copy without charge.***
When Steve Higgs wrote his debut novel, Paranormal Nonsense, he was a Captain in the British Army. He would love to pretend that he had one of those careers that has to be redacted and in general denied by the government and that he has had to change his name and continually move about because he is still on the watch list in several countries. In truth though, he started out as a mechanic. Not like Jason Statham in the film by that name, sneaking about as a contract killer, more like one of those greasy gits that charge you a fortune and keep your car for a week when all you went in for was a squeaky door hinge.
At school, he was mostly disinterested in every subject except creative writing, for which, at age ten, he won his first award. However, calling it his first award suggests that there have been more, which there have not. Accolades may come but, in the meantime, he is having a ball writing mystery stories, urban fantasies, and crime thrillers and claims to have more than a hundred books forming an unruly queue in his head as they clamor to get out.
Now retired from the military, he lives in the south-east corner of England with a trio of lazy sausage dogs. Surrounded by rolling hills, brooding castles and vineyards, he doubts he will ever leave, the beer is just too good.