The author sent me a free copy of her book in exchange for an honest review – thank you very much! That fact didn’t influence my opinion in any way.
She may be a crime-scene photographer, but that doesn’t mean Marian Moyer is ready to star in her own murder mystery. Most days, she can’t even control her hair. But when the star of Marian’s racy, underground magazine turns up dead and the police are convinced she’s the guilty party, it’s up to Marian to find out who really did it before it’s too late. While danger isn’t exactly her middle name, there’s plenty to go around, especially when Marian begins to suspect that her long-time man crush is behind it all.
My private, completely biased synopsis:
Fluff. Pink candyfloss. More fluff. Murder. Cupcakes. Fluff. Candyfloss. Pink.
I admit it : cozy mysteries are not my thing, not really. I cannot say accepting this one was a good move but it was certainly an educational experience.
Even if I didn’t enjoy the book I can’t say I wasted a lot of time reading it because the narration was quick, almost effortless, and some parts of it, especially the ending, were funny. Unfortunately neither Marian, the photographer and one of editors of Yummy Tummy, a magazine which might or might not flirt with pornography (the models it features are naked, covering their crucial anatomy bits with food), nor her family and friends managed to keep me interested. In fact while reading about their problems and adventures I felt as if my brain was temporarily extracted from my skull and frozen in a jar.
Don’t let the title fool you, there isn’t any sex in this book. Marian, the main character goes on a couple of more or less exciting dates and there are some make out scenes but nothing even bordering erotica. Still there is murder, and cupcakes oh yes, plenty of them. There is also a lot of fluff which kind of covers all those features mentioned above. Mind you murder is not a bloody tragedy, it’s practically a social event; personal problems are nothing you have to solve or die, they are like a bout of sneezing; overall your life is a constant string of amusement because the whole world is tightly enveloped in fluffy matter which might or might not be a highly developed form of pink candyfloss. Visiting that strange universe I felt like an alien.
It was a quick read, perfect I presume if you are looking for light summer entertainment, with the strong emphasis on ‘light’. I have never been a fan of such books – they fit too well pink high heels, plastic good looks and other sweet nothings. If you’re fond of the Stephanie Plum novels by Janet Evanovich you’ll enjoy Sex, Murder and Killer Cupcakes far better than me.