Lowcountry Bordello

Lowcountry Bordello
Lowcountry Bordello (Liz Talbot Mystery #4)

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The Charleston streets are dressed for the holidays in sophisticated Southern style: topiaries adorned with red ribbons, garland entwined with white lights, and poinsettias potted in gold planters. The high class bordello in a stately historic home is certainly no exception. When Private Investigator Liz Talbot’s dear friend Olivia swears she saw a dead body in the parlor of this bordello, one Olivia accidentally co-owns, Liz promptly comes to her aid.

With her wedding back home on Stella Maris less than a week away, Liz must juggle one elderly madam, two ex and future in-laws, three ghosts in the bordello, four giddy bridesmaids, five lovely courtesans, six suspicious patrons…and a partridge in a pear tree as she tries to keep her bridesmaid out of jail and live to walk down the aisle.

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Book Reviews

Praise for Lowcountry Bordello

“The authentically Southern Boyer writes with heart, insight, and a deep understanding of human nature.” —Hank Phillippi Ryan, Agatha Award-Winning Author of What You See

“Bubbling with Southern charm, fast-paced and non-stop action, and the will to get to the church on time, this tale of secrecy, excitement and adventure kept me reading long past the witching hour to see how it all ended…I can’t wait to see where we go next.” —Dru’s Book Musings

“Southern family eccentricities and manners, a very strongly plotted mystery, and a heroine who must balance her nuptials with a murder investigation ensure that readers will be vastly entertained by this funny and compelling mystery.” —Kings River Life Magazine

“An exciting, humorous mystery…authentically Southern. I absolutely love reading about my hometown and have been known to go check out a location to see if she got it right—she always does!” —Martha Thomas Rudisill, Artist and 11th Generation Charlestonian

“The quirky characters and their quintessentially Southern names, and the intricacies of detective work are written in such detail that you disappear into the narrative without once being rudely awakened by awkward writing, contrived situations or inconsistencies. It is as if this is your hometown, and you are the detective. In short, I enjoyed every word of this book.” —Librarian at Jefferson-Madison Regional Library System

“Fun and filled with the beauty of the Lowcountry. This is one of my favorite series.” —For the Love of Books

Book Details

Lowcountry Bordello (A Liz Talbot Mystery Book 4)
Publisher: Henery Press
Published November 3, 2015

Hardcover:
ISBN-13: 978-1943390205
ISBN-10: 1943390207

Paperback:
ISBN-13: 9781943390175
ISBN-10: 1943390177

Ebook:
ISBN-13: 978-1943390182
ASIN: B0147MG9W4

Audio:
ASIN: B01AAWQ6XC

Genres / Categories: Women Sleuths / Women’s Detective Fiction / Private Investigator Mysteries / Women Sleuth Mysteries / Humorous Fiction / Cozy Mysteries / Holiday Fiction

The Series

Lowcountry Bordello Excerpt

ONE

The dead are not altogether reliable. Colleen, my best friend, calls herself a Guardian Spirit. I can’t argue with the facts at hand: She’s been dead seventeen years, and she watches my back. I’m a private investigator, so situations arise from time to time wherein my back needs watching. Technically, Colleen’s afterlife mission is to protect Stella Maris, our island home near Charleston, South Carolina, from developers and all such as that. Since I’m on the town council and can’t abide the notion of condos and time-shares on our pristine beaches, protecting me falls under her purview.

Solving my cases, however, does not. She’ll tell me that in a skinny minute should I happen to mention how she could be more helpful. But she has been known to toss me the occasional insight from beyond that provokes a train of thought, which, upon reflection, proves useful. Here’s the thing: Colleen shows up when she detects I’m in danger. Sometimes she warns me in advance. Occasionally she drops by just to chat. But she doesn’t come whenever I think of her or call her name. It rarely works like that.

One Monday in December, I really could’ve used Colleen’s perspective. We were closing in on Christmas, and I was getting married on the twentieth—in five days. I was a teensy bit distracted, is what I’m saying.

It was a little after ten in the morning, and I was at my desk in the living room of my beachfront house, which doubles as my office. I was deep into research on a criminal case Nate, my partner and fiancé, and I were working for Andy Savage. Andy was a high profile Charleston attorney, and while this case didn’t amount to much more than fact-checking, we hoped it would lead to a lucrative relationship for Talbot and Andrews, our agency.

I stared at my computer screen and reached for one of Mamma’s Christmas cookies. My phone trilled out the ringtone named Old Phone. Old Phone was reserved for old friends. I grabbed my phone instead of the cookie.

Robert Pearson. He’d been a year ahead of me in high school, the same age as my brother, Blake. He’d married one of my best friends. Robert was also our family attorney, and he and I were both on the Stella Maris town council.

I tapped the green “accept” button.

After we exchanged the usual pleasantries, he said, “I wondered, if you’re not too busy, could you drop by this afternoon? There’s something I want to run by you.”

“I have an appointment at one that’s going to take most of the afternoon.” Multi-toned highlights are a maintenance issue, especially with hair as long as mine. My natural sandy blonde would turn Tweety Bird yellow if Dori looked at it wrong. She always took her time, but five days before my wedding she’d be excruciatingly meticulous. I couldn’t walk down the aisle with yellow hair.

“Noon?” he asked.

“Sure. See you then.”

“Thanks, Liz. I really appreciate it.” He sounded way too grateful for such an ordinary request. This is what should’ve tipped me off that something was up.

Copyright © 2015 by Susan M. Boyer — This excerpt is reprinted by permission from Henery Press. All rights reserved.