This is a two-star book; I gave the extra star just for being different.
I read cozy mysteries because they are . . . errr . . . cozy/comfortable. I even joined a book club at a library, which is how this one came to me. Lord knows, this is not my cup of tea. Any time we get in the head of an animal or if he talks, I am out. Both happen here. Apparently, the basset hound is Elvis re-born. And because of that, this is set in Tupelo, Mississippi and we get lots of corny Elvis lyrics-one-liners. Groan. On top of that, we get a fair share of stereotyped southerns.
Yet, this is zany.
Callie, the main character/beautician also doubles at her uncle's funeral home. And her cousin is a plus-size hussy. Callie's mother is a degenerate gambler. Callie and Jack are on the outs, but hook up numerous times in the book. Sounds like Jack is FBI, but that is unknown to Callie.
There's a lot of sexual stuff here along with name brand shoes, which meant absolutely nothing to me.
But a body is stolen from the funeral home. Callie and Lovie persue this body to Las Vegas to steal it back. But the body they steal is someone with whom they spoke to earlier in the day, who has now been killed.
The plot is a mess and the writing is confusing. There are so many characters that at the end I was still confused as to who was who. But it didn't matter because at every other turn Callie was dropping drawers with Jack, Lovie was in hot persuit, or Mom was making an entrance. It was the book version of staring at an auto accident: you scold yourself the entire time who gossip about the details.
Fun for a quick read. Lord knows what we'll actually discuss in tomorrow's book club regarding this book. I am intrigued by the title of the second book since it includes my favorite band (Grateful Dead), but the best I can tell, there aren't references to anything in the book. The storyline here is nothing I long to return to, but it was amusing while it lasted.
It is so nice to break out of the independent woman who moved back home to begin life anew with a bookstore/coffee shop who stumbles onto a crime while juggling two men. This was a bit less cliche and a whole lot more "redneck".