Southern Sass and a Crispy Corpse by Kate Young

Southern Sass and a Crispy Corpse

Southern Sass and a Crispy Corpse by Kate Young (Marygene Brown Mystery #2)
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 3.1 MB

On Georgia’s picturesque Peach Cove Island, a killer is serving up a two-for-one special . . .

After their mama’s passing, Marygene Brown returned to Peach Cove Island to help her sister Jena Lynn run the family diner, renowned for its homemade peach desserts. But Mama is never too far away-her sassy spirit haunts the island, and more specifically Marygene. Lately Mama has been warning her that the dead will seek her out to solve their murders, an idea Marygene is far from peachy keen on.

But that prophecy appears to be coming true when she goes skinny-dipping off the island and swims right into a woman’s charred corpse floating in the waves. And when Marygene and her brother Sam come upon a second burned body in a wine cellar at an event they’re catering, it appears they have a double homicide on their hands. It soon turns out the victims have more in common than their charred remains, and Marygene will need to double down to find a killer who has no aversion to playing with fire. Good thing Mama has her back . . .

Some investors had come in last year and bought most of the properties on the west side of the island and developed it for tourism. If it did well, you could bet your bottom dollar they’d come for the other beaches Peach Cove offered, including this one. “That’s no excuse, you ridiculous girl.” Mama’s face puckered as if she had sucked on a lemon. I fought an eye roll. “Not like it’s any of your business anyway. I just needed to get out this morning. To take some time for myself. In hindsight, and taking into account the amount of discomfort I’m in, I should have worn a bathing suit.” I stared down toward the water, longing to rinse off. “You had another fight with that Myers boy.” She’d never liked Alex. I didn’t reply, determined to withhold the satisfaction she’d feel from clearly intuiting this morning’s events. We’d indeed had a fight and it had been a doozy. After finding the body, the problems in my complicated love life felt minute. “I told you that boy wasn’t good enough for you. Consummate flirts aren’t the settling-down type. They can’t seem to help themselves. Their heads turn toward any pretty face that bats a mascaraed eyelash in their direction.” After last night’s fight—well, technically, early morning fight—I couldn’t exactly argue in his defense. Not that I should have been surprised, with our history. He’d had a thing with my arch enemy, Rainy Lane Ledbetter, when we were young. Still, I’d been shocked when my brother called me with the news that he’d caught Alex at a bar with a tourist. I had no idea where this left us. Even if we couldn’t make it work, I didn’t want to lose our friendship. Take the romance away and we were great friends. The best. “Get your story together. Edward’s coming over.” Mama began fluffing her short brown curly hair as if Eddie would be able to see her. I struggled to my feet, while holding my robe together, in hopes of maintaining my modesty. Technically, Edward “Eddie” Carter was my father. Not knowing that fact for the first sixteen years of my life, I’d never gotten around to calling him anything other than his given name. Until that night when it all hit the fan and I found out about the affair that resulted in the conception of yours truly. I suppressed a shudder at the memory of a red-faced Eddie stomping out of the house when my half-brother Sam and I came home from the movies. Nothing was going on between Sam and me, yuck and thank God, but Eddie had feared it. Sam, as shocked as I was, had been livid not only for being kept in the dark but also because Eddie had still been married to his mama during the time of said affair. Before that night, I’d believed that my sister, Jena Lynn, and I shared the same father. When he passed, Eddie and Mama had picked up where they left off. Needless to say, it had been a traumatic time in my life.

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