Sour Grapes (A Savannah Reid Mystery Book 6)
By G. A. McKevett
Southern California’s plus-sized P.I. takes on a beauty contest killer in a mystery that’s “as crisp and sparkling as Villa Rosa’s best white zinfandel” (Publishers Weekly).
Since moving from the Deep South to San Carmelita, California, private detective Savannah Reid has longed for a little slice of home. But just when she’s about to enjoy some juicy fried chicken, her spoiled baby sister, Atlanta, comes knocking. She’s here to enter the Miss Gold Coast Beauty Pageant and become a star. Savannah is less than thrilled by the impromptu visit, but she’s more alarmed about Atlanta’s growing obsession with her appearance. Competition at the pageant is getting fierce—so much so that someone’s been driven to murder.
Desperate to keep her sister out of harm’s way, Savannah digs into a real beauty of a case—and discovers the ugly side of the wave-and-pose industry. And when it comes to a bevy of backstabbing, sequin-wearing, crown-coveting glam girls, the question isn’t who would want to commit murder, but who wouldn’t?
Southern California’s plus-sized P.I. takes on a beauty contest killer in a mystery that’s “as crisp and sparkling as Villa Rosa’s best white zinfandel” (Publishers Weekly).
Since moving from the Deep South to San Carmelita, California, private detective Savannah Reid has longed for a little slice of home. But just when she’s about to enjoy some juicy fried chicken, her spoiled baby sister, Atlanta, comes knocking. She’s here to enter the Miss Gold Coast Beauty Pageant and become a star. Savannah is less than thrilled by the impromptu visit, but she’s more alarmed about Atlanta’s growing obsession with her appearance. Competition at the pageant is getting fierce—so much so that someone’s been driven to murder.
Desperate to keep her sister out of harm’s way, Savannah digs into a real beauty of a case—and discovers the ugly side of the wave-and-pose industry. And when it comes to a bevy of backstabbing, sequin-wearing, crown-coveting glam girls, the question isn’t who would want to commit murder, but who wouldn’t?