This book was an option on Amazon Prime’s Nov 2023 First Reads list. I've not read the author before and I thought it looked like a light-hearted cosy murder mystery. I had already traded the book that I was originally going to use for “At Least Four Different POV” to a different category, so this seemed like the ideal opportunity to read a book that had been sat on my Kindle for several months.
“It is 5:30 am on Clio's
forty-fifth birthday and her hated ex is lying dead on her doorstep. Even
worse, this is no accident. Someone’s killed him...
When single mum Clio’s ex Gary
turns up dead on the doorstep of her caravan – the one she’s been forced to
live in ever since he stole every penny she had – there’s only one suspect.
Her.
What’s more, she doesn’t remember
much about the night he was killed – not just because of the forgetfulness
that’s been plaguing her along with the hot flushes – but because she
definitely had one too many cocktails with her two best friends Amber and Jeanie.
Clio does remember them talking
about how much they all hated him though. And, in the frame for murder, she has
to ask herself – if she didn’t kill Gary, who did? One of his many enemies? Or
someone a little closer to home? And can she and her friends find the real
killer before it’s too late?.”
Clio, Jeanie and Amber are celebrating Clio’s 45th birthday in the caravan she now calls home (which belongs to her first ex-husband Bez, and is due to her second ex-husband Gary, stealing her home and business from her and leaving her as a single parent to look after her and Bez's teenage daughter Nina.)
As forty somethings, all three women are experiencing
difficulties in life, and this night is a chance for them to really let their hair
down and let things get messy.
“Maybe Amber's lethal margaritas had tipped her
over the edge - cocktails mixed by someone doing the Macarena were always going
to be a risk.”
After drinking and dancing the night away, Amber manages to
lock herself in the toilet, Jeanie has passed out on the floor, and Clio has
gone for a walk among the sand dunes. When she returns to the caravan, she finds
her ex-husband Gary slumped on the doorstep with his head bashed in. Naturally,
instead of ‘phoning the police, Clio immediately panics that she might have
done the dirty deed. She is in the throes of the menopause and has become
rather forgetful recently, plus it doesn’t help she’s drunk far too many
cocktails during the evening. Roll on much hilarity as the three friends try to
unravel the truth to clear Clio’s name!