Book Review: A Secondhand Murder by Lesley A. Diehl—and a Giveaway

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Title: A Secondhand Murder
Author: Lesley A. Diehl
Publisher: Camel Press
Publication Date: September 15, 2013
Genre: Cozy Mystery



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A Secondhand MurderA Secondhand Murder
An Eve Appel Mystery
Lesley A. Diehl
Camel Press, September 2013
ISBN 978-1-60381-935-0
Trade Paperback

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Spunky and outspoken Eve Appel moves from Connecticut to rural Florida intent on starting a new life, free of drama, and more importantly, her soon-to-be ex-husband. The rural Florida town of Sabal Bay, situated only an hour from West Palm, proves to be the perfect spot for her consignment store. Thanks to the recent economic downturn, Florida’s society matrons need a place to discreetly sell their stuff and pick up expensive-looking bargains. But Eve’s life, and her business with it, is turned upside down when a wealthy customer is found stabbed to death in a fitting room. As accusations fly and business slows, Eve decides to take things into her own hands. With the help of an unlikely bunch of friends-including her estranged ex, her best friend, a handsome private eye, and a charming mafia don-she struggles to find answers and save lives. Through a maze of distorted half-truths, dramatic cover-ups, and unrequited passions, Eve learns just how far the wealthy will go to regain what they have lost. A Secondhand Murder is Book 1 of the Eve Appel Mysteries Series.

Every reader needs a little fluff now and then—at least, I do—and A Secondhand Murder fills that need quite nicely. The combination of a small shop and wealthy customers works well and I particularly appreciated that author Lesley A. Diehl gets the action up and running on the very first page with a body on the dressing room floor.

Despite the fluffy effect, the mystery here, multiple mysteries actually, are well-drawn and it’s not until nearly the end that all the pieces begin to come together and make some sense. Besides murder, shop owner Eve has to cope with an obnoxious ex-husband, a mobster with questionable motives, and a private eye who may not be the real thing but the crowd manages to pull off some kind of silly sleuthing without too much damage to themselves or others (if you don’t count the klutziness of Eve’s partner, Madeleine).

Speaking of characters, I found myself not liking Eve a whole lot, mainly because she’s a bit too impulsive and reckless for my taste, and borders on the amateur sleuth who always has to be rescued. I also was a little annoyed by Grandy for being too much like a stereotypical grandmother who wants to matchmake but is oh-so-cute on her own. Other characters, though, hit me just right, especially a pair of cowboys and a charming mobster.

All in all, cozy fans will enjoy a pleasant few hours with A Secondhand Murder and then look forward to the next Eve Appel adventure.

Reviewed by Lelia Taylor. November 2013.

An Excerpt

It was still early so I strode back into the restaurant, indicated to the hostess I wanted a booth and ordered the breakfast buffet. Anger paired with disbelief gave me a hearty appetite. Returning to my booth after loading my plate with eggs, bacon, pancakes, pastries and a slice of toast, I noticed someone had joined me for breakfast. He was seated with his back to me as I approached the booth but I recognized the sun-streaked hair curling over his collar. My favorite PI. I almost dropped my plate.

“Hi.” I tried for nonchalant but sounded more like a hormone-addled teenager.

“Saw you come in. I guess you had an early morning chitchat with the local gendarmes.”

“To be continued this afternoon at the station.”

“Fingerprints?” He stirred a packet of sugar into his coffee.

“Nope.” The tingle in my tummy was more than simple hunger for food. I tried to satisfy it by stuffing a large forkful of pancake into my mouth. I nodded and swallowed. “Like anyone would be dumb enough to leave their prints.”

“Certainly, we know you’re smart.”

“I had no reason to kill Mrs. Sanders. That would be like killing the golden goose.”

“You didn’t like her very much, did you?”

I dropped my fork on the plate. “What do you mean? I hardly knew the woman.”

“So you say, but my sources indicate that’s not the whole story.” He stared at me. Last night I thought those azure eyes looked inviting. Now they looked more like ice. He smiled.

“You said you were investigating Mrs. Sanders. Sounds like you’re trying to nose into my affairs. Why?”

“Don’t get mad. I’m not accusing you of murder, you know.” He took a sip of coffee.

“I’m not mad.” I was a little miffed, peeved even, but not really mad. Okay, I was mad.

“Oh yes you are, and when you get angry, you stick your chin out and turn your head ever so slightly to the right. Your cheek twitches, probably from clenching your teeth. Did you know that?”

I had lost my appetite. I grabbed my purse and slid out of the booth. “I don’t recall inviting you to join me for breakfast. I just remembered I have an important appointment.”

“That would be …?” He also stood.

“That would be none of your business.”

I stalked out of the restaurant, then remembered as I approached my car that I had forgotten to pay my bill. Damn. Now I’d have to go back in there and face him again. I gritted my teeth, stuck out my chin and slammed through the door. He turned from the counter, credit card in hand.

“Don’t worry about it. I got it. Your treat next time.”

“There won’t be a next time.” I spun around and pushed open the door. By the time he reached his car, I was already starting my engine, wondering what the man knew about Mrs. Sanders and me.


About the Author

Lesley A. DiehlLesley retired from her life as a professor of psychology and reclaimed her country roots by moving to a small cottage in the Butternut River Valley in upstate New York. In the winter she migrates to old Florida–cowboys, scrub palmetto, and open fields of grazing cattle, a place where spurs still jingle in the post office. Back north, she devotes her afternoons to writing and, when the sun sets, relaxing on the bank of her trout stream, sipping tea or a local microbrew.

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Author: Laura Howard
Release Date: 12/31/13
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Laura HowardLaura Howard lives in New Hampshire with her husband and four children. Her obsession with books began at the age of 6 when she got her first library card. Nancy Drew, Sweet Valley High and other girly novels were routinely devoured in single sittings. Books took a backseat to diapers when she had her first child. It wasn’t until the release of a little novel called Twilight, 8 years later, that she rediscovered her love of fiction. Soon after, her own characters began to make themselves known. The Forgotten Ones is her first published novel.

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