Tying the Knot

The show must go on, but when a killer grabs the spotlight, can she solve the puzzle before her best friend takes center stage in the slammer?

Glory Wells is back in Flat Falls and ready to turn her fledgling wedding planning business into a smashing success. Her first job? To create a dream wedding for a new reality show that takes disgraced celebrities from trashy tabloid fodder to “I do” divas.

But when a finalist gets killed by a sabotaged chandelier on set, police focus their investigation on Glory’s best friend, who had more than a few reasons to want the celebri-groom dead.

With a demanding producer turning the television nuptials into an epic spectacle, a cast of prima donnas with eye-popping secrets, and a killer ready for an on-camera encore, will Glory’s debut be her last starring role?

Tying the Knot is the second book in the Wedding Crashers series. If you like hilarious whodunits with a sprinkle of Southern charm, you’ll love this lighthearted cozy mystery.

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This book was a hysterical hoot! I am really a romance reader by preference because so many mysteries are very dark, gloomy, gritty and violent. Ms.Scoggins had me turning pages on my ereader as fast as I could and laughing as I went. I think she may convert me to read more cozy mysteries, I had so much fun.”



According to Flat Falls legend, the ladies in my family have always had a flair for being overly dramatic. If the genealogy websites gave out awards for top-notch drama queens, the Wells women would have rocked their sparkling crowns all the way down the genetic line.

When I was a child, my aunt Beverlee would draw me into her lap to recount stories about my great-grandmother, a bootlegger who spent her best days running from the law. She eventually served time for sideswiping a backwoods sheriff with a souped-up Ford filled with her prized moonshine.  When she got out of prison, she married him.

“Every woman needs a spectacular story to tell about her life, Glory,” Beverlee would say, and we’d spend hours in the shade under a knotty live oak tree in her back yard dreaming of the ruckus I was going to make in the world.

It turns out I didn’t make much of a ruckus.

But even though I didn’t wind up as a famous news correspondent or an international spy, I did develop a fondness for other people’s drama, mostly in the form of an obsession with trashy TV. From the name-calling to the hair-yanking, if a show provided an evening of theatrical commotion, I was there for the whole dazzling spectacle.

“I can’t believe you’ve never watched Romance Revival,” I said to my neighbor Josie as I motioned toward the television with a brownie-smudged finger. “They plucked a cast of losers from those smutty grocery store tabloids and asked them to duke it out for half a million dollars and the chance to find true love.”

“There’s no such thing as true love.” Josie sniffed.

“Exactly!” I thrust my fist in the air triumphantly. “It’s tacky and ridiculous, and you’re going to love it.”

“I’ve never played dress-up to watch TV before,” Josie replied, tugging at a gauzy feathered hat Beverlee had found buried under a pile of leftover felt in her craft closet. “It’s kind of exciting.”

Beverlee and I had always treated reality television like other people treat the Academy Awards—with respect, fanfare, and a colossal buffet. Sometimes we even dressed up for the occasion, like when we teased our bangs and scavenged vintage evening gowns for the finale of a show about geeky millionaires who returned to their high schools for prom re-dos. We cheered and cried like we were the ones strolling into smelly gyms in Vera Wang gowns with diamond bracelets dripping from our wrists.

“You’re beautiful, dah-ling,” I said, reaching out to tap her plastic glass with mine before tossing a sparkly white scarf over my shoulder. I had picked it out from the clearance bin specifically for the show, its iridescent sequins both gaudy and mesmerizing. And like sports fans with their favorite jerseys, I had been wearing it for every episode since the series began.

Romance Revival provided matchmaking for screw-ups, and since Josie and I both identified with that designation, we were dressed to celebrate and armed with a table of snacks that rivaled a Super Bowl party. We both stood ready to binge on carbs and other people’s mistakes under the guise of planning a wedding for the winning contestants.

But unlike the other bawdy shows that captured our evenings, I was being paid to view Romance Revival.

It was like winning the lottery. I got to eat and watch television. For money.

OMGosh! Tying the Knot was amazing! I love cozy mysteries and Erin Scoggins definitely did not let me down! Glory, Beverlee, and Scoots are amazing characters, but I think Beverlee is leading as my favorite ‘bless her heart’ aunt.
Pam Hill

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