Maggie Needs an Alibi, Book One
Five of five stars given
Maggie Kelly is a writer. Of mysteries. Her muses are Aerosmith, Smarties, and cigarettes . . . not necessarily in that order. Alexandre Blake, Viscount Saint Just is an “amateur sleuth, hero extraordinaire, world class lover”. With a sidekick, the adorable Sterling Balder. “Miss Kelly, couldn’t you have figmented me just a tad thinner?”
They are the main characters in her NYT best selling series. And they also happen to be – in the flesh – in Maggie’s Manhattan apartment.
Be prepared to laugh yourself silly as you meander through the exploits of the Viscount and his good friend Sterling as they Maggie
The story itself is engrossing and enjoyable . . . and plausible . . . sort of. The characters uniquely endearing – even the obnoxious victim. By about the middle of the book you’ll find yourself giggling regularly. Two thirds of the way in, those giggles become loud guffaws. And all the while that you’re being so well entertained, the crime is being solved.
I had an inkling who the perpetrator was, but what fun to watch Saint Just in action!