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A Reference to Murder: A Book Barn Mystery #2 by Kym Roberts

A Reference to Murder: A Book Barn Mystery #2 by Kym Roberts

Book two in the Book Barn Mystery series by Kym Roberts is on the blog today, and features a book-seller who splits her time between solving crimes and wrangling a pet pink armadillo! Please read on for my review of

A Reference to Murder

Initially I grabbed at the title based on the premise alone – I can’t resist a book-loving heroine, and with the pet pink armadillo, I was all in. And Princess the armadillo, with her penchant for eating books and generally being an armadillo was adorable. But, this is a story of Charli Rae and her return to her small Texas hometown to help her father run the Book Barn, the family business. Not having read the first in the series, I was grateful for the author’s ability to give a bit of background on the characters without overtaking the current story, and everyone is in the midst of preparing for the big town event, a rodeo with an auction that brings proceeds to help support aging and injured rodeo cowboys. Together with her best friend Scarlett, owner of the beauty shop, have been running classes for ‘book art’ to provide items for the auction.

The big day dawns and everything is moving along despite the usual hiccups, and her friend Scarlett is upset since Dalton (a bull-rider she’s had her eye on for a while) seems to have disappeared without a trace, leaving her feeling abandoned. But there is opportunity for worry as well since seven years earlier Dalton’s brother disappeared at the same event in the same way. Charli is incensed for her friend, and intrigued by the mystery – so she just dives in and starts looking. Soon, she’s in over her head, and everyone, including the local sherriff and her ex-boyfriend the mayor, is worried for her safety.

Twists, turns and laughs galore, Roberts infuses the story with plenty of unique characters who are all up in the local gossip, each with their own view of things and people. A solid friendship between Charli and Scarlett is clearly presented: while the two are supportive, loyal and above all, cleverly portrayed. Descriptions and presentations of scenes, people and moments are cleanly written and the mystery thread is perfectly twisty with plenty of options for suspects, tension and drama. A clever small town story that will provide a few hours respite and several laughs.

A Reference to Murder: A Book Barn Mystery #2 by Kym Roberts

Title: A Reference to Murder
Author: Kym Roberts
Series: A Book Barn Mystery #2
Genre: Contemporary Cozy Mystery
Published by: Lyrical Press
ISBN: 1601837348
Published on: 16 May, 2017
Format:eARC
Source: Publisher via NetGalley
Pages: 198
Rated: One StarOne StarOne StarOne Star
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About the Book:

Charli Rae Warren is back home in Hazel Rock, Texas, spending her time reading, collecting, and selling books—at least, the ones that don’t get eaten first by her father’s pet armadillo. Running the family bookstore is a demanding job, but solving murders on the side can be flat out dangerous…

The Book Barn is more than just a shop, it’s a part of the community—and Charli is keeping busy with a fundraising auction and the big rodeo event that’s come to town. That includes dealing with the Texas-sized egos of some celebrity cowboys, including Dalton Hibbs, a blond, blue-eyed bull rider who gets overly rowdy one night with the local hairdresser . . . and soon afterward, disappears into thin air.

Dalton’s brother also vanished seven years ago—and Charli is thrown about whether Dalton is a villain or a victim. After a close call with an assailant wielding a branding iron (that plays havoc with her hair) and some strange vandalism on her property, she’s going to have to team up with the sheriff to untangle this mystery, before she gets gored . . .

A copy of this title was provided via Publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.

 

My time was up.

Literally. The clock over the bookshelf struck six and the class was over. Thank God.

Sure it had been fun, but it was the end of a long day and I was ready to call it quits. The students were in a good mood and the whispered tidbits of gossip had been friendly all evening, with no tinge of envy or meanness attached. It was the type of camaraderie a teacher dreams about with her students.

Not that it ever happened in my former kindergarten classes, but I’d given up teaching in an elementary setting a few months back when I’d chosen to followed my heart on an emotional journey home to work in the family bookstore. That decision had been the best one I’d made in over a decade.

Now my students ranged from eighteen to eighty-seven and gathered in the loft of the historic barn that my parents had converted into The Book Barn Princess when I was a little girl. And once a week my class gathered to create something new out of something old. Specifically, old and/or damaged books. This week we were repurposing books into wall clocks for a local charity auction.

“We need to wind things up, ladies and gentlemen.” I smiled as they groaned at my clock-based humor.

Scarlet, the owner of the Beaus and Beauties hair salon across the street, developed our program and was the creative genius behind every project. She was also the sassiest woman in town, which was saying a lot. Her flaming red hair, worn curly and wild today, bounced as she sauntered across the room and joined the conversation. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

“Big time,” replied Betty, the local quilt shop owner, her blue hair bobbing up and down as if she wore a helmet two sizes too big.

“Maybe we could turn back the hands of time,” added Jessie, my oldest student.

Jessie’s wife eyed the other women in class who had the audacity to smile in his direction. It didn’t matter that they’d all known each other for years, Daisy had a habit of establishing ownership of her man — repeatedly. “That’s my husband,” she warned.

My dad decided to chime in. “You can’t beat the clock.”

I stood, debating if my dad was referring to Jessie’s fifty-plus-year marriage to Daisy, or if he was adding his own pun to the mix, when two incredibly good-looking men climbed up the stairway to the loft. One of them was a staple in our town, but the other was new to the circuit and had been turning heads for the past two days. He joined the conversation without missing a tick — or a tock.

“Darn, I was hoping to kill some time with y’all.” Rodeo star Dalton Hibbs smiled. His blond hair glistened under the fluorescent lights, and his deep blue eyes made every woman in the room drown in their cool depths. He had what it took to melt the coldest of hearts, and I had to admit, even though he wasn’t my type, he gave me warm fuzzies whenever he winked in my direction.

“Which will put you behind bars, serving time,” said our handsome sheriff, Mateo Espinosa, who’d walked into the room with Dalton and wore a light brown uniform shirt with dark brown pants. The outfit looked downright terrible on most officers — on Mateo it was dreamy and steamy earth tones that complemented his dark complexion. His presence served as a reminder of how complicated my love life was without adding another guy to the mix.

“Time’s up!” Joellen added with the blushing grin of a teenager as Dalton turned his pearly whites on her.

“I think I’m going to be ill,” grumbled Jessie, holding his chest.

A laugh traveled through the room as Scarlet snorted.

Daisy looked over the top of her glasses at my best friend, who seemed to be enjoying Jessie’s humor more than the rest of us. “That’s my husband,” she reminded Scarlet.

Scarlet blushed, while our newcomer, Dalton, appeared somewhat confused by Daisy’s jealous outburst.

Betty patted him on the shoulder as she stood up from the long wooden table where she’d been working. “Daisy has been reminding every woman in town that Jessie is her man for the past fifty years. We’re beginning to think those are the only words she knows in the entire English language.”

A grin spread across Dalton’s face. “Let me guess, Daisy’s used to reminding women that Jessie’s married because Jessie’s a bull rider?”

Jessie stood up tall, all five foot seven inches of lean cowboy in boots almost as old as him and showed off the worn buckle on the belt that cinched his jeans up around his ribs. “You’re looking at the nineteen forty-seven Champion Bull Rider. The best in North America.”

“That’s my husband,” Daisy added, her tone full of sarcasm.

This time, everyone laughed at Jessie’s wife, leaving the grumpy old codger at a loss for words, but his disparaging expression was still intact. I secretly believed Jessie was laughing at all of us despite the permanent frown creasing his face.

I addressed the class as a whole. “If you’re going to donate your clocks to the auction, please leave them here to dry. Dad added the new shelves on the side wall this week so we’d have more room. Just make sure they’re high enough to be out of the reach of the preschoolers who will be making book collages tomorrow morning.”

I set my project on the highest shelf I could reach without the ladder we had yet to install. I’d made my piece of book art out of a first edition of Nancy Drew’s TheSecret of the Old Clock. Some readers might get their panties in a bunch and gasp at the destruction of such an iconic book, and believe I did something sacrilegious to a classic novel worth more in the world of literature than it was as a clock at auction. I would wholeheartedly agree, if my dad’s pet armadillo, Princess, hadn’t torn off the back cover and eaten a hole in the middle of the last thirty-seven pages of the book before I transformed it. As it turned out, my work was an improvement.

Princess, a nine-banded armadillo, was a freak of nature. Her pale pink coloring made it impossible for her to be let loose in the wild. She did, however, have her own pet door and roamed freely in the backyard behind our barn. She was also the reason we’d started the book art classes to begin with. She had a taste for books — too bad it had nothing to do with reading.

“You’ve got some mighty fine pieces of art downstairs for the auction.” Dalton was talking to me, but his eyes roamed toward Scarlet, who turned as red as her name suggested.

“Thank you. We hope to make a little bit of money to add to all of the donations the rodeo stars are making to the cause.” I was very aware of the members of the class watching our exchange. They couldn’t help themselves. Dalton Hibbs was making small talk with a local girl and the town had dreams of him becoming one of our own. Except their eyes had gone to the wrong woman — they should have been watching Scarlet instead of me.

“Who made the incredible bull rider out of Zane Grey’s Light of the Western Stars?” he asked.

I smiled, knowing I could direct Dalton’s attention toward Scarlet, right where they both wanted it to be. “That would be Scarlet. She’s the real artist. I’m just mildly crafty.”

Dalton took advantage of the out I’d given him and gave Scarlet his full attention. “Is that so?”

All eyes pinged to my best friend, her skin now two shades closer to the color of her hair.

“I — I’ve always like sculpting,” Scarlet stammered. Dang, if she didn’t have it bad for the young rodeo star who was only in town for a couple weeks.

“You’re good with your hands.” Dalton’s voice held all the innuendo a man of his looks and status could get away with, and the crowd was eating it up.

Including me. I couldn’t help but envy all that charm directed at my friend. Not that I wanted Dalton flirting me up one side and down the other, but if those daring innuendos were thrown at me by someone else, it would be nice. I looked over at the sheriff, whose chocolate-brown eyes made me want to melt.

Dalton made his way across the room and stood in front of Scarlet. “I’d like to buy it.”

Scarlet’s disappointment was evident in the slight downward turn of her mouth as she shook her head, obviously saddened that she couldn’t just give the piece of art to the sexy man in front of her. But the piece, like so many others in the store, was earmarked for auction.

“It’s up for auction tomorrow,” Scarlet said.

The annual Cowboy Ranch Auction ran in conjunction with the Cowboy Ranch Invitational, a rodeo that brought all the big names in the sport to our small town. Both events benefited injured and aging rodeo stars who’d given everything they had, and more, to the sport. It’d only been recently that the cowboys started making big money to put their lives, and health on the line. And even now, for every cowboy who made it rich, there were thousands working two and three jobs to make ends meet. The Cowboy Ranch stepped in to help those cowboys who’d suffered career, and life-altering injuries with no source of financial backing to get them through.

Dalton’s charm, however, was a force to be reckoned with. His voice had a low register that made a woman’s body stir. “Surely if I bid high enough now, I can bypass all the competition.”

“There’s no competition. Scarlet’s single,” interjected Jessie.

“That’s right,” added Betty, her bobblehead going so fast I thought for sure her wig was going to fly across the room. “If you plan on making a move, you better do it now. Otherwise, you never know who’s going to be making a move in your direction.”

Dalton laughed at the woman well past her prime. Betty had owned the quilt shop in town long before Dalton’s momma was born. “I’d hate to turn down a woman with so much experience, but I’m afraid my heart has been roped,” Dalton replied. He turned his eyes back toward Scarlet. “What’s the opening bid?”

“Two hundred dollars,” I replied before Scarlet sold it for less than half its worth. She’d worked on that particular sculpture for several months and had barely finished in time for the auction.

Dalton tipped his head in my direction. His eyes, however, never left Scarlet’s face. He grabbed her hands and held them steadfast. “I’ll give you two thousand for it.”

“Dollars?”

“Unless you want Euros?” Dalton flashed his killer smile as he lifted her hands to his mouth and kissed the back of her knuckles. “Say yes.”

 

 

 

 

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