A dead man walking.
An axe festival.
Only one of these was on her itinerary.
Verona flew to the tiny Irish village of Dalkerry for one reason: Jian. Specifically, the six months of unfinished business between her pants and his. The man owes her—after months of acting like a chaste virgin ready for sacrifice, she’s finally collecting with interest.
What she was not planning to collect is a murder case.
And yet.
Dead men shouldn’t walk into bars, but Sean Hunter makes the world’s worst joke a reality. He’s been dead for five years. Presumed, anyway. His wife is engaged to his best friend, and Dalkerry’s been thriving, frankly. His return is as welcome as a sunburn in Ireland, and with an axe festival in town, the tension was bound to come to a head. An axe actually landing in some poor bastard’s skull? Slightly more surprising. The second one even more so.
Now Verona’s got two axe-related homicides, a suspect list longer than an Irish winter, and an inconvenient suspicion about Jian—who she really needs to not be guilty. Mostly so she can be sure she’s not screwing a murderer.
This killer picked the wrong village to get clever in. And the wrong private dick to underestimate.
Perfect for fans of Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum and Elle Cosimano’s Finlay Donovan—dead-serious plotting, filthy humor, and a pub full of suspects who’ve been nursing their grudges longer than their pints.
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Praise for the Verona Montero series:
‘...will keep readers on their toes…’ —Booklist
‘...full of intriguing twists and turns…’ —Library Journal
‘...a vibrant cast of characters…’ —Kirkus Reviews
‘I grinned like a lunatic from page one to the end.’ —Shannon Baker, award-winning author of Stripped Bare
‘...fast-paced, darkly funny, and driven by crisp dialogue…’ —Carolyn Ridder Aspenson, USA TODAY bestselling author
Genre: Mystery
An axe festival.
Only one of these was on her itinerary.
Verona flew to the tiny Irish village of Dalkerry for one reason: Jian. Specifically, the six months of unfinished business between her pants and his. The man owes her—after months of acting like a chaste virgin ready for sacrifice, she’s finally collecting with interest.
What she was not planning to collect is a murder case.
And yet.
Dead men shouldn’t walk into bars, but Sean Hunter makes the world’s worst joke a reality. He’s been dead for five years. Presumed, anyway. His wife is engaged to his best friend, and Dalkerry’s been thriving, frankly. His return is as welcome as a sunburn in Ireland, and with an axe festival in town, the tension was bound to come to a head. An axe actually landing in some poor bastard’s skull? Slightly more surprising. The second one even more so.
Now Verona’s got two axe-related homicides, a suspect list longer than an Irish winter, and an inconvenient suspicion about Jian—who she really needs to not be guilty. Mostly so she can be sure she’s not screwing a murderer.
This killer picked the wrong village to get clever in. And the wrong private dick to underestimate.
Perfect for fans of Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum and Elle Cosimano’s Finlay Donovan—dead-serious plotting, filthy humor, and a pub full of suspects who’ve been nursing their grudges longer than their pints.
_________________________
Praise for the Verona Montero series:
‘...will keep readers on their toes…’ —Booklist
‘...full of intriguing twists and turns…’ —Library Journal
‘...a vibrant cast of characters…’ —Kirkus Reviews
‘I grinned like a lunatic from page one to the end.’ —Shannon Baker, award-winning author of Stripped Bare
‘...fast-paced, darkly funny, and driven by crisp dialogue…’ —Carolyn Ridder Aspenson, USA TODAY bestselling author
Genre: Mystery