It's the mid-'90s in Charleston, South Carolina, and the city is only beginning to feel the effects of the "Third Yankee Invasion." But Charleston is still Charleston. Large, shabby pockets remain ungentrified, and real estate has yet to be bought up by retired CEOs "from off." The old families live in the old houses and maintain the old rituals. Eccentricity and ancestor worship abound. Not Exactly Murder is an explosive and hilarious romp through a recent past when Charleston was still decadent and quirky, and when port city crime oozed through every street.
This is the first book in a four-book series that establishes a new genre. Let's see-what to call it? "Southern Women With Guns" or "Elmore Leonard meets Janet Evanovich meets Dixie"? Whatever you call it, you're in for a ride.
