Summer is coming to an end in Ocean Crest, but the final festival of
summer is in full swing. The festival kicks off with a sand sculpture
contest, but the judging leads to some fireworks between local
businessman Archie Kincaid and Katie Watson, Lucy Berberian's best
friend. Unfortunately, Archie ends up dead and the summer festival is
put on hold, leaving the livelihood of most of the town at stake. Worse
yet, Katie is a primary suspect for Archie's murder. Lucy knows her best
friend is innocent, but can she prove it?
ONE FETA IN THE GRAVE is the
third book in theÂ Kebab Kitchen series. Readers new to the series can jump right in and enjoy the
shenanigans of Lucy and her best friend, Katie. However, I suspect that
once reading ONE FETA IN THE
GRAVE, new readers to the series are going to want to devour the
earlier books as Lucy and Katie are pure fun!
Archie is the perfect villain. To know him is to want him dead, which
means suspects are aplenty in Ocean Crest. Tina Kashian does a
marvelous job at painting the portrait of a very rude and unscrupulous
man. I don't want to reveal spoilers but the issue of one particular
purchase by him exemplifies just how disgusting Archie was. However,
one of the things I like about ONE FETA
IN THE GRAVE is that there is justice for the victim, even if he is a
bit of an ogre.
Tina Kashian's books always make me hungry, as the food prepared
byÂ Kebab Kitchen sounds
absolutely scrumptious! I'm definitely going to try baking the date
stuffed cookies as anything that can convince a 10-year- old that dates
are chocolates is worth trying. And yes, I love Niari's reaction to the
ONE FETA IN THE GRAVE is
another entertaining and tasty culinary cozy mystery from the very
talented pen of Tina Kashian. I love the complexity of her mysteries as
things are never quite as they seem in theÂ Kebab KitchenÂ series. I also love that Tina
Kashian doesn't hesitate to include real-life issues in her storyline,
making it far more relatable. If you love cozy mysteries, particularly
culinary ones, don't hesitate to give ONE FETA IN THE GRAVE a try!
As summer comes to an end in her Jersey Shore town, Lucy
Berberian continues to manage her familyâ€™s Mediterranean
restaurant. The Kebab Kitchen also has a food tent at this
yearâ€™s beach festival. But now a local businessman is under
the boardwalkâ€”dead by the sea â€¦
With a sand castle contest and live music, Ocean Crest bids
a bittersweet farewell to tourist season. Summer will return
next year â€¦ but Archie Kincaid wonâ€™t. The full-of-himself
store owner has been fatally shot, soon after a screaming
match with Lucyâ€™s best friend. Katieâ€™s far from the only
suspect, though, since Archie had some bitter rivalsâ€”as well
as some relationships no one knew about. Itâ€™s up to Lucy to
look into some seedy characters and solve the case before
the wrong person gets skewered â€¦
Ocean Crest, New Jersey
Lucy walked to the stairs leading from the boardwalk to the
beach. The music from the bandstand was muted here, and the
screams from the roller coaster on the sole pier seemed
A pleasant ocean breeze cooled her cheeks and teased the
wayward strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail. She
slipped off her sandals, and the surf sprayed her ankles.
Gulls squawked and circled above. She stopped to pick up a
pretty shell, then tossed it back into the water. She
breathed in the fresh ocean air and felt her stress melt
away. The beach always had this effect, calming and
soothing, and she couldn't envision herself living anywhere
else than in Ocean Crest.
After fifteen minutes, she headed back, but at the last
minute she decided she needed a bit more time, and rather
than climb the steps to return to the boardwalk, she veered
right and walked under it. In a couple of hours, high tide
would begin and the ocean would reach under the boardwalk.
But for now the sand was cool beneath her feet.
A few yards away, a large shadow appeared ahead on the sand.
She stared. What could it be? A stack of boards? A sand dune
bush? A large trash bag someone had illegally dumped?
She changed her mind as she crept closer and a shock of
white hair came into focus, then an outstretched arm with a
Wile E. Coyote tattoo.
It wasn't a trash bag.
Oh, no. It was Archie.
"Mr. Kincaid?" she asked aloud although deep in her gut she
knew he wouldn't respond. He'd never speak again. Her gaze
lowered to the bullet hole in the center of his chest.
She reached toward him and placed a trembling finger to his
neck. She had to be sure.