Engaged to Die by Carolyn Hart is the 14th book of the Death on Demand contemporary mystery series set on Broward's Rock, South Carolina. Annie Darling owns and runs a mystery bookstore, Death on Demand. She's blissfully married to Max, enjoys her ethereal, often spacey mother-in-law Laurel.
For a friend out of state, Annie goes to visit her friend's mother at an assisted living home. She sees clearly that the night watchman is terrorizing the residents. When she brings that to management attention, she makes a dangerous enemy.
Virginia Neville is Nathaniel Neville's widow. He left her the grand mansion; left his adult children the art gallery and other properties. But the children are greedy; they want it all. Virginia's in a November/May relationship, about to publicly announce her engagement, which infuriates them.
Jake O'Neill is a handsome, charming young man. Multiple young women are his lovers, besides Virginia; none of them know it. But they learn, after his murder.
Annie is fiercely determined to prove her friend Chloe is not the murderer, despite the evidence. Police chief Billy's mind is made up: Chloe is the killer. Now he has to find her and lock her up. He deputizes Max, which sets Max and Annie at cross purposes.
Meanwhile the night watchman makes threats and attacks; Laurel sends encouraging quotes from literature extolling friendship. Inconsistencies mar the plot: Annie refers to an event that was days earlier as happening only the previous day; the final mystery resolution does not fit the action events.
Series fans will enjoy the tried and true formula of a Death on Demand mystery: the 'identify 5 mysteries depicted in paintings' contest at the bookstore, the mystery quote challenge from Henny Brawley to Annie, mystery titles frequently peppering Annie's thoughts and conversation, the dominant personalities of her cats: Agatha at the bookstore, Dorothy L. at home with Annie and Max.
Fave Quotes:
Women remembered him. In summer he always wore a white suit. If Tom Wolfe could do it, so could he.
Fog eddied and swirled like silver chiffon scarves in a ghostly dance.
All right, Max was an officious ass. But he was her officious ass.
What did friends do for friends? With a fine disregard for mixing metaphors, Annie said sternly to Agatha, "They don't sit around and twiddle their thumbs while Rome burns. And neither will I."
"That's a deal. You look for the truth. So will I."
"Max, your mother is one of a kind." Max made an indeterminate noise. It might have been acquiescence. Or resignation. Or possibly denial.
But as her sensible Texas mother had observed, there was no point in playing cards from the what-if deck.
Yes, it was a bad idea to continue to feed a cat at almost midnight, setting in train who knew what unfortunate habits and importunate expectations. But Annie knew whose will was strongest, and it wasn't hers.
She was enveloped by the atavistic unreasoning panic that blooms at night in the dungeons of the mind when horror lurks behind doors that decently remain shut in sunshine.