Savannah Breeze
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- $13.99
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- $13.99
Publisher Description
"A sheer delight and will have readers laughing out loud by the second page." —Daytona Beach News-Journal
Southern manners, mint julips, cold-blooded larceny, and sweet revenge collide in this rollicking tale from the delightfully charming New York Times bestselling author of Hissy Fit and Savannah Blues
The Breeze Inn is a place where very classy Southern belle Bebe Loudermilk normally wouldn’t be caught dead. But a brief, disastrous relationship with gorgeous “investment counselor” con man Reddy has cost her nearly all her worldly possessions. All that’s left is the ramshackle 1950s motel on Tybee Island, a “drinking village with a fishing problem.” Moving into the manager’s unit, BeBe vows to make magic out of mud, and with the help of the inn’s cantankerous caretaker, Harry, and her junking friend, Weezie, she soon has the motel spiffed up and attracting paying guests.
But all it takes is one Reddy sighting in Fort Lauderdale for BeBe to drop everything and haul her hastily assembled posse south to participate in a somewhat outside-the-law sting. With a little luck, BeBe might get her fortune back, Harry (who’s looking hunkier every day) might get his boat back, and Reddy might get the prison stripes he so richly deserves.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
In this spirited sequel to 2001's Savannah Blues, Southern belle BeBe Loudermilk continues to attract the wrong kind of man. Thrice married and divorced, her latest romantic debacle involves Ryan Edward "Reddy" Millbanks, an unscrupulous financial consultant who takes her for nearly everything she owns. All BeBe has left is the Breeze Inn, a run-down motor hotel on Tybee Island, a quirky beach town. With the help of best friend Weezie, an antiques expert with a talent for turning garbage into gold, BeBe is determined to make the property a success. She soon butts heads with Harry, the Breeze Inn's ornery caretaker, but her efforts pay off: seemingly overnight, the Breeze Inn is fully booked and bustling. But when Reddy surfaces via yacht down in Lauderdale, BeBe hits the road with Weezie, Harry and her grandfather (who manages to tear himself away from the Weather Channel) to find the reprobate and make him pay. A former journalist for the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, Edgar nominee Andrews writes with tongue firmly in cheek, presenting a cast of eccentric characters and a plot that's decidedly over-the-top. It's light, pastel fun.
Customer Reviews
Savana breeze
She is always such fun to read!
Entertaining
The book and plot were good. Ending too predictable.
Good but could have been better
As always, Andrews (aka Hogan/Trochek) serves up a clever, well-written story that had me literally laughing outloud at points. The characters are well-drawn and realistic, and the true romances are heartwarming. But in Chapter 35, Bebe says ",,,,I'm thinking the police won't lift a finger to help us," but I know that to be untrue. I worked for a law enforcement agency for a decade-and-a-half and we regularly prosecuted fraud cases in which people had stolen from others, from families to strangers. That made the book a lot less enjoyable for me, knowing that so many people would believe that statement beacuse it was in print, and written by an excellent writer, at that. I guess that because we live in a time where "Defunding police" is cool, authors might feel they need to "Dis" them, instead of treating them truthfully like with ANY other group - the great majority being caring and good, with a few bad apples - not uncaring in general. I spent a LOT of my time helping fraud victims. Ideally, you get a deal in which the perp will be sentenced to probation WITH condition of repayment and when that doesn't occur, s/he is remanded to jail to serve the time there instead. It can be done. And taking things into our own hands in a case like this is NEVER the answer; in any form, that is WRONG and usually ineffective! I will read more of her books, because I have loved her writing ever since she was with the Atlanta paper. But I think I will go back to the older ones!