"A sassy, intelligent, church-girl-whodunit romance! Get out the Godivas, wiggle into your fuzzy slippers, and enjoy this hold-your-breath read! Way cool!" - Sharon Ewell Foster, author of Passing by Samaria and Ain't No River "Funny, smart, self-deprecating, and strong, Amanda Bell Brown is the best private psychologist-sleuth to emerge in religious fiction in decades." - Phyllis Tickle, compiler of The Divine Hours "synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title.
Murder, mayhem, and a fine man are wreaking havoc on her birthday, but will her sleuthing leave her alive to see past thirty-five? A complicated murder investigation unearths not just a killer but a closet full of skeletons Amanda thought were long gone. She needs to spill her guts, but not on the handsome lead detective's alligator shoes - especially if she wants him to ask her out. Instead, she finds herself at the scene of a crime - and she just may know who the killer is.
But when she turns thirty-five with no husband or baby on the horizon, she decides she's gotta get out and paint the town - in her drop-dead red birthday dress. How's a woman supposed to grapple with faith, a fine man, and turning thirty-five when she keeps tripping in her high heels over mysteries - and not just the God kind?Īmanda Bell Brown knows that life as a forensic psychologist isn't quite as cool as it looks on prime-time TV. For Amanda Bell Brown, just living her life is murder!
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