*A celebrity couple getting hitched on Valentine's Day would be a big boost for Mallory Shepard's wedding planning business, but someone's got cold feet: a corpse . . .* Actress Dakota Craig is set to tie the knot with her famous musician boyfriend at Mallory's Pennsylvania B&B on the most ro
Murder Borrowed, Murder Blue
β Scribed by Blackmoore, Stephanie
- Book ID
- 109802230
- Publisher
- Kensington
- Year
- 2017
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 167 KB
- Series
- Wedding Planner 3
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781496704825
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
A celebrity couple getting hitched on Valentine's Day would be a big boost for Mallory Shepard's wedding planning business, but someone's got cold feet: a corpse . . .
Actress Dakota Craig is set to tie the knot with her famous musician boyfriend at Mallory's Pennsylvania B&B on the most romantic day of the year. Best of all, the whole thing will air on the reality TV show I Do. But the maid of honor has dropped out of the wedding partyβby dropping dead.
A lot of people insist the show must go on, so Mallory's investigation keeps getting sidetracked by everything from a meddling mother to a foot of snow to a side project making arrangements for a high school Winter Ball. But if she doesn't catch the noxious culprit, the bride might wind up with a funeral wreath instead of a bouquet . . .
Praise for Engaged in Death
"I had great fun reading the adventures of nouveau sleuth Mallory Shepard...
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