It was Saturday, but I still woke up at the regular time. The pharmacy wouldn't be open for hours. I figured I could put down RESORT TO MURDER when the time came and finish it when I came home. WRONG! I didn't leave until after I finished. By the time I was almost there, the rain had started again. While I was walking through the parking lot, pea-sized hail was bouncing off my umbrella! Why hadn't I picked a duller book?
Has Henrie O's former son-in-law made another mistake in picking the bride for him? Is Connor, his new love, a woman who just feels the need to have men admire her, as her older daughter says, or is she a man-trap who loves manipulating her conquests?
Is the ghost of the hotel manager's late husband really haunting the tower? Is the ghost appearing so close to the first anniversary of his death because it was murder, not an accident?
How far is Henrie's granddaughter willing to go to keep her father from marrying Connor?
Is Connor really in danger?
Is Marlow really a loving daughter who doesn't mind being outshone by her mother?
Will the wedding actually take place? Should it? Would Connor be better off marrying her old friend, Steve?
Has an innocent party been framed for murder? Henrie thinks so, but can she find proof? Can she figure out what's going on? Well of course she can, but will she be able to do so in time to prevent tragedy?
It was nice to meet Henrie's grandchildren. The descriptions of Bermuda add to interest of the plot.
Don't let the dustjacket fool you. The design may be pretty and peaceful-looking, but there are ugly passions stirring under the cover and not much peace to be found.
Note to the publisher: chapter 20, p.266, full paragraph two, line one. That "Lloyd" should be "Steve". You might wish to fix that for the paperback.