Wedding Bells for Betsy! Betsy Livingston is planning a wedding so what could go wrong? After publishing a recipe for homemade calamine lotion in the newspaper, the ladies in the community church make a large batch. Everyone loves the stuff until someone in Pecan Bayou is found dead after using it. The town points to Betsy and she starts rethinking her whole career as a helpful hints columnist. Now she must clear her own name in between dress-fitting, cake-tasting, and all those things that turn a bride into a bridezilla. Is Betsy at fault or could there be something else that leads her down the aisle to murder?

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This is the 4th book in the Pecan Bayou series by Teresa Trent. It is the first one I have read. I enjoyed it. I did guess the killer but I had decided I was wrong. Had no idea of why but it made sense.
The characters were well developed. I feel I missed a little of it because I had not read the other books. I was afraid of not knowing if Betsy and Leo were a great match when they were not answering questions of where they would live after the wedding.
I liked Betsy and could understand not knowing how to say anything to her mom how she really felt.
I wish the novel was a little longer to answer some of my questions I still have. Not about who or why so so was murdered. One question is when did Leo talk to Betsy's mom? Everyone says it is Betsy who finds bodies but Leo was the one to find it. Though Betsy was close by.
I like Leo that he was willing to raise his sister's son. That he was being supportive to Betsy and trying to give her the wedding she wanted. The murder did not happen right off in the story. The first part of the story was about trying to get the plans all set up for the wedding. Her surprise visitor showing up and wanting to help plan the wedding. You wanted things to workout for Betsy and Leo wedding day.
There was plenty of drama, wedding and murder drama, some funny scenes. It was a clean read and a quick read. I look forward to reading another Teresa Trent book in the future. I was given this ebook to read and asked to give honest review of it and be part of its blog tour.
–Amazon Reviewer 4 Stars

Great Story!
I picked this book up thinking that it was the first in a series. I didn't do my research very well as I found it was the 4th in the series. I really did enjoy it and went back and bought the three ahead of this one. While it is a part of a series, it was easy to read and enjoyable as a standalone. There were a few references to events in the earlier three books but nothing that took away from the story.
Betsy is planning her wedding and running into walls all over town. There is another lady in town, a very nasty lady, who steamrolls over everyone taking Betsy venue for the church and the reception so she has to contend with that. Then the person who she is supposed to get the flowers from dies from a homemade batch of calamine lotion, the recipe that comes from the helpful hints column that Betsy writes. In between all of the wedding planning, Betsy now feels the need to track down the killer to clear her name and her column.
Now I am going to go back to A Dash of Murder and read the first three in this series :-)
—Amazon Reviewer—5 Stars

Always Entertaining
I love this series. Betsy's wedding is coming up and she has her hands full of shifty vendors, possible move to another city, an outrageous wedding planner, competition from a bridezilla, the return of her long lost mother, and of course murder. I encourage anyone who loves small town cozy mysteries to add this book to their shelves.
Amazon Reviewer – 4 Stars

Fun Cozy Mystery
This is the first book I have read by this author but it won't be my last. It was a fun read and a great mystery. I loved the characters and there were lots of twists and turns that kept me guessing until the final pages. I look forward to reading the other books in the series.
- Amazon Reviewer 4 Stars




Buzzkill by Teresa Trent




“Okay now, let’s see.” Mr. Andre lowered his head, revealing the roots of his mousse-spiked, bleached hair. He wore a dark maroon suit with a matching jewel-toned silk shirt unbuttoned midway, showing sparse hair on his skinny chest. “Do you have a photographer?”
“Yes,” I ventured.
“No,” Aunt Maggie cut in. “She has some guy who shoots kiddie team pictures.”
Oh my.” Andre circled something on his clipboard. “No photographer.”
“And you’ve gone for a wedding cake tasting?”
“A tasting? I think I already know what vanilla and chocolate tastes like by now.”
Andre shook his head as if I were a child. “No, my dear. You will be pleased to find out there are other flavors like white amaretto, champagne – girl, you can even get peanut butter if that’s what floats your boat. So I take it you haven’t had a cake-tasting session?”
“You would be correct,” I replied.
“I see.” He circled another line. “And your flowers?”
“She’s using Lenny Stokes, and she’s already put a deposit down,” Aunt Maggie said.
Andre grimaced.
“I see. I’ll need his number and address so I can get in contact with him to put him on my approved vendors list.” He circled another line. “And what is the venue?” “We are going to have the ceremony at the community church.”
Andre’s eyebrows raised as he nodded and smiled. I had finally done something right.
“Do you have any kind of documentation on this?” he asked.
“Not officially, no,” I said. “I have talked to the pastor about it, though and he says it’s open. We live in a small town, Andre. Documentation isn’t always required.”
“Mr. Andre,” he corrected.
“We just don’t have the same kinds of waiting lists like there are in the big city.”
He clutched his hand to his chest. “Well, that’s a relief.”
“And your invitations?”
“We weren’t going to send those out until mid-January. We were afraid people would lose them. I have them ordered.” Mr. Andre’s eyes slanted toward me. “Well, they’re not exactly ordered, but I do have them picked out.”
A pause hung in the air as Mr. Andre summoned up the strength to go on. “Are you sure we’re planning a wedding and not some kind of country barbecue where they cook a pig over a spit?” He clasped his hands together in front of him to emphasize his point. “You are in crisis mode, Madame Happy Hinter.”
I gulped. So maybe, just maybe, I hadn’t nailed down enough of the details. I felt a tear escape onto my cheek. Andre, used to overwhelmed brides, reached over to a satin-covered tissue box and slapped it down on the table in front of me.
“Dry your eyes, sweetie. We’ve got work to do,” he said. “You should know what a lucky girl you are. I just removed myself from a wedding on the same day. No one – I repeat, no one – does a wedding like Mr. Andre, but even I have my limits on troublesome brides and monster mothers. As fate would have it, I’m yours.”
He walked over to a filing cabinet and pulled out a large white leather binder. Mr. Andre’s picture was on the front, and underneath that, “Weddings Exclusively by Mr. Andre” was embossed in gold lettering.
“I don’t care what religion you are,” he said. “This, lovey, is your new bible. Carry this with you everywhere and fill it with notes, questions, business cards, quotes and everything – I mean everything – that has to do with your wedding. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir,” I said and saluted before I could stop myself.