When Tilly Snapp's eccentric Aunt Ginger dies in a parasailing accident and names her as her sole heir, Tilly knows just how it feels to be Alice falling down the rabbit hole. It's bad enough that Tilly is stuck with Aunt Ginger's shop Erratica, 'Emporium of Curiosities for the Discriminating Collector'; she also left her a huge problem that involves one tall, dark and extremely handsome Interpol agent. The very valuable Pillow Box of Win Win Pooh containing sex paraphernalia has been stolen and since it's believed that Tilly's aunt was the last person to have it in her possession, Tilly has become a person of interest to every government agency who's initials you know, and some you don't.
When Tilly discovers that her aunt was actually murdered, she'll stop at nothing to find the murderer, even start her own investigation. With the help of two of her best friends and a group of her aunt's wacky tenants, Tilly sets off to catch a killer. In order to do her own investigating though, she must stay ahead of Interpol agent Will Maitland, which may be a problem because she really wouldn't mind at all if he catches her.
Too bad summer's over because this is the perfect beach read. IT HAPPENED IN SOUTH BEACH will keep you entertained and have you laughing out-loud. Filled with wisecracks and sarcasm, you'll hate to put it down until the end. If you're like me and don't typically read books that are written in the first person, do yourself a favor and read it anyways. After the first chapter, you'll be so caught up in the book, you won't even notice what format it's in. A definite keeper for those times you need a good pick me up.
The Skinny:
If she's a beauteous, bodacious babe, gettin' down, gettin'
it on, gettin' her man, she's definitely not good old Tilly
Snapp. So what's the safe, sensible twenty-six-year-old
Bostonian doing in Miami's ultra-hip, super-chic South
Beach, where the rich and famous go to gape at the rich and
famous, hip-hop rules, and the poodles wear Versace?
She's on the trail of the fabled Pillow Box of Win Win
Poo--the most valuable collection of antique erotic
"accessories" in the world. And she's after the fiend who
murdered her eccentric Aunt Ginger. And while Tilly might
not know the difference between a velvet tickle pickle and a
kosher dill, with the assistance of the unnervingly sexy yet
maddingly unhelpful Special Agent Will Maitland of Interpol,
she's about to get a crash course in sex-ed on everything
her juniour high health teacher forgot to mention.
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