Tai Randolph doesn’t want to hear about homicide. She’s had enough of the dark and the dangerous, and decides some time out of Atlanta is exactly what she needs to put the recent spate of corpses behind her. It’s an idyllic vision: selling her wares at the Savannah Civil War Expo, attending a few Confederate reenactments, and perhaps a little romantic rendezvousing with Trey, who has agreed to put aside the corporate security agent routine and join her for a long weekend in her hometown.
But in the South, the past is never truly past; it tends to rise again. In Tai’s case, it shows up as her tattooed heartbreaker of an ex-boyfriend desperate for her help. He spins a tale of betrayal, deceit, and a stolen Civil War artifact that Tai agrees to help him recover. As it turns out, Trey’s on the case too, representing a wealthy competing client after the same prize. As the lovers square off against each other, Tai discovers that her complicated boyfriend makes an even more intriguing adversary when he reveals the ferociously the South, the past is never past.
Tai Randolph doesn’t want to hear about homicide. She’s had enough competitive streak under his cool Armani exterior.
But where there’s money, there’s usually murder—this time involving the KKK and Tai’s unapologetically unreconstructed kinfolk. As she unravels the clues to a 150-year-old mystery, she digs up secrets from her own past and Trey’s, forcing a confrontation with a ruthless killer—and with her own willingness to do whatever it takes to save everything that matters.
"Tai Randolph, the cutest amateur sleuth to come along since Stephanie Plum stuck her nose in everyone’s business, rouses the ire of the KKK…. The plot is as deftly convoluted as ever, but this time, most everything takes a back seat to Tai’s rapture over Trey. And who could blame her? He’s one hell of a catch." (Kirkus Reviews)
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I don't think this book could ever be a 4 or 5. The narration was horrendous, the story was very weak and the entire experience was just exhausting.
If she had left the "accent" at home, she would have been fine. I live near Savannah, very few folks down here sound like that. It was exhausting to listen to her "southern" accent.
All of them. They would have been better off going to a Braves game!
- Bea in Georgia "Grandma who spends too much time in her car. The books keep me happy and sane!"
This series gets better with every book
- Deborah "Curlergrrl"