Thursday, October 25, 2012

A Rendezvous To Die For by Betty McMahon

From Amazon - Exciting action on the Rez! A brand new sleuth sorts out clues from an 1830s world! All photographer Cassandra Cassidy wanted to do was settle into the peaceful Minnesota countryside and lick her New York-inflicted emotional wounds. But a photo gig she couldn't pass up has her up to her f-stops trying to get to the bottom of a gruesome hatchet job that left her nemesis dead and left her near the top of the suspect list. Smoking out the real killer will lead the mystery world's new reluctant sleuth deep into the colorful re-enactor culture and into dangerous political intrigue at the Indian reservation. See what develops as Cassandra uses her non-existent detecting skills - and short list of acquaintances - to track down the real killer before she becomes more valuable to him dead or alive.

Cassandra arrives a the Indian Reservation to photograph the Annual Prairie River Trappers' Rendezvous, an annual re-enactment.  But when she finds the man she was just arguing dead, she's the first person on the suspect list. 

Determined to clear her name, Cassie begins investigating herself, even though she has no clue what she is in for.  But her efforts soon take her from not only the number one suspect list, but also on the potential victim list.  She'll have to have her wits about her if she is going to escape either list!

A Rendezvous to Die For is an exceptional mystery.  The cast of unique characters and a novice detective reminded me of a cozy mystery.  But the rich details and plot setting lent it an historical air.  Either way, it's a clever story with a fresh and engaging protagonist with a solid plot.  Even though I kept trying to figure out who the killer was, I never did.  A surprising ending, which I loved! I was thoroughly entertained and look forward to seeing another installment with Cassidy! 

*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

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