No Hope In New Hope

By: Peggy A. Edelheit

Narrated by: Virtual Voice

VINE VOICE: "Another winner!" VINE VOICE: "Strongly recommend!" "Laugh out loud funny!" "Another great mystery thriller!" "Another fun, fast read from Peggy Edelheit." "Hilarious and intriguing." "Cleverly planned, a pleasure to read." "This funny, romantic, mysterious rendezvous to New Hope was too convenient. They’re staying with whom? No B&B? In spite of Sam’s cagey, fine-looking gumshoe, Clay, this unexpected invite from his friends, has Sam skeptical, and leads to another great mystery thriller, and another fun, fast read from Peggy Edelheit."

Of course, Sam’s suspicious of just about everything to begin with: hence the mystery novelist in her, and constantly stumbling into situations that didn’t necessarily serve her best interests. Would this be one of those occasions? While Clay’s friends, husband and wife art collectors, are traveling to Europe, Clay is asked to housesit for their home as well as their gallery in town. Clay invites Sam, telling her it will be romantic. “The back and forth between Samantha and Clay is hilarious.” “The romantic angle is perfectly played.”

Needless to say, from the start, this unromantic getaway turns ugly when Sam’s threatened at gunpoint by Tony, a made guy in the mafia guy from Jersey. He wants his oil painting he paid for. And guess what? Sam didn’t have it or know who did! “One of the things that I appreciate the most about Samantha Jamison as a series is that her electric personality continues to be pushed into new and interesting scenarios, something that Edelheit seems to have endless imagination/personal experience for.”

Plus, someone keeps breaking into the art gallery, but takes nothing? What kind of nut does that? Is something more going on here? “The author is very good at utilizing cliffhangers and intriguing description that will dray you into the narration.”

So, who is being framed here in this art gallery? Who breaks into a gallery, but doesn’t steal anything? Sam is stumped. “Just when I thought I had it figured out, Edelheit would send me in another direction and I’d suspect someone else. It’s not often that a book keeps me guessing AND keeps me laughing, and I’m developing an appreciation for Edelheit’s ability to do that each time.”

Is murder afoot? It sure looks like it, Sam’s, but, why? She knows nothing about art and can’t even draw a straight line? But she can spy around to find the culprit, can’t she? “Another winner!”