Southern hospitality meets deadly deception in the start of a charming new mystery series from the USA Today bestselling author of the Java Jive novels.
Quinn Bellandini loves her life in Savannah, Georgia, where she runs her grandfather’s B&B with her sister, Delilah. From baking fresh scones and serving up grits every morning to ensuring the guests see the best of their historic city, Quinn can’t imagine doing anything else—even if it means dealing with nuisances like the occasional malfunctioning commode. But when Quinn drops by the local restaurant owned by her friend Drew Green, and stumbles upon a murder, her whole world comes crashing down.
Drew’s brother was always a little surly, but Quinn can’t imagine that someone disliked the prickly chef enough to kill him. The police, on the other hand, don’t believe that Quinn was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Before her guests can even digest the next morning’s gourmet breakfast, Quinn learns that she and Drew are suspects.
Drew thinks they should do some investigating of their own. Quinn is pretty sure she’s better suited to playing hostess than amateur sleuth. But with Delilah as her cynical sidekick, Quinn starts looking for the real killer—before she gets put away faster than you can say “sugar.”
In Murder Over Mochas, the latest installment of the “Java Jive Mysteries”, we met Juliet. Now in Southern Discomfort, first installment of the “Southern B&B Mysteries”, we meet Quinn, co-manager of her family's B&B (with her sister Delilah), and reluctant amateur investigator. But then, eing a suspect in a murder investigation can bring out your self-protective side.
“Southern hospitality” is a well-known term, and Quinn and Delilah take their responsibilities as hosts seriously. Their guests are well-fed, well-entertained and informed, and offered every comfort. So, yes, the thought of the Southern Comfort liqueur passed through my thoughts early on. And so I appreciated the play on words dis/comfort in the title. The guests had comfort. Quinn … well, not so much.
Jason, Drew's brother and chef, probably had the least comfort of all. He was not an easy man to know; when someone is that ill-temperred, I would say they can't really enjoy life…they exist, but don't really live. His porcupine personality often rubbed people the wrong way, and apparently one person (the murderer) more than the rest.