"Fans of laugh-out-loud romantic suspense will enjoy this new author as she joins the ranks of Janet Evanovich, Katie MacAllister, and Jennifer Crusie."—Booklist, on An Affair to Dismember
"Elise Sax will win your heart."—New York Times bestselling author Jill Shalvis
Three months has been Gladie Burger's limit when it comes to staying in one place. That's why Gladie is more than a little skeptical when her Grandma Zelda—who is more than a little psychic-- recruits her into the family's matchmaking business in the quaint small town of Cannes, California. What's more, Gladie is also highly unqualified, having a terrible track record with romance. Still, Zelda is convinced that her granddaughter has her clairvoyant "gift." But when the going gets tough, Gladie wonders if this gift has a return policy. When Zelda's neighbor drops dead in his kitchen, Gladie is swept into his bizarre family's drama. Despite warnings from the (distractingly gorgeous) chief of police to steer clear of his investigation, Gladie is out to prove that her neighbor's death was murder. It's not too long before she's in way over her head—with the hunky police chief, a dysfunctional family full of possible killers, and yet another mysterious and handsome man, whose attentions she's unable to ignore. Gladie is clearly being pursued—either by true love or by a murderer. Who will catch her first?
Sax's series debut mashes mystery with romantic comedy but is more incomprehensible than funny. Itinerant job-hopper Gladie Burger has come to her grandmother's small Southern California town to reluctantly take over the family matchmaking business. When a neighbor across the street is found dead, the death is ruled an accident by the police, but the deceased's family members implausibly insist that inexperienced matchmaker Gladie discover the real cause of death. As Gladie incompetently investigates, unconvincing candidates for romantic hero wander past: womanizing police chief Spencer Bolton, who creepily invades Gladie's bed uninvited while she is asleep, and mysterious neighbor and suspected murderer Arthur Holden. Even readers who can put up with sexism disguised as comedic characterization (" Correction, Legs,' he said, eyeing my lower half, on display in my dress. I can call you whatever I want' ") will find little appeal in the senseless plot.