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Bed-and-Breakfast Mysteries #12
Wed and Buried
Unholy Matrimony
Ask not for whom the wedding bell tolls, it tolls for Judith McMonigle Flynn's son Mike--and the Hillside Manor b&b is packed to the rafters with relatives. However, Mama Judith's unrestrained joy is somewhat dampened when, during the rehearsal dinner downtown, she spies a tuxedo-clad gent tossing a bridal-gowned beauty off the roof of a nearby hotel. Always one to eagerly exclaim "I do!" when offered the opportunity to investigate nefarious deeds, Judith's determination to unveil a killer could put undo stress on her own marital bliss with policeman-hubby Joe. But she remains wedded to her mission--and she's not about to take a honeymoon from amateur sleuthing until she's gotten to the bottom of the homicidal hanky-panky surrounding a match made in hell.
Ask not for whom the wedding bell tolls, it tolls for Judith McMonigle Flynn's son Mike--and the Hillside Manor b&b is packed to the rafters with relatives. However, Mama Judith's unrestrained joy is somewhat dampened when, during the rehearsal dinner downtown, she spies a tuxedo-clad gent tossing a bridal-gowned beauty off the roof of a nearby hotel. Always one to eagerly exclaim "I do!" when offered the opportunity to investigate nefarious deeds, Judith's determination to unveil a killer could put undo stress on her own marital bliss with policeman-hubby Joe. But she remains wedded to her mission--and she's not about to take a honeymoon from amateur sleuthing until she's gotten to the bottom of the homicidal hanky-panky surrounding a match made in hell.
304 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published February 1, 1998
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Mary Daheim
94 books441 followersMary Rene Richardson Daheim was an American writer of romance and mystery novels.
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December 16, 2017
The plot was good but Judith really annoyed me in this one which is why it is only a 3 star rating. She was so determined she was clever enough to solve the case that she brushed aside everyone else’s feelings, including her cousin, who put aside her own work to follow Judith’s hair brained schemes.
January 28, 2020
I love these mysteries. The two sisters are perfect siblings. They fight, they make up and they sleuth. They witness murders, stumble over bodies and keep getting tangled up with the local po po. Namely because he’s one of the husbands. It’s always a lighthearted fiasco and the death of a local DJ is no different in this part of the series.
July 24, 2019
Finally, her son married his sweetheart. But his mom isn't just seeing things that aren't there. Yet it takes a while to prove it.
August 15, 2021
4 - Very, Very Good
September 25, 2022
I did not like these characters. They were highly unpleasant people. I can't believe this is the 13th novel in the series. ugh. At least there was a nice cat.
August 3, 2023
Annoying wife Judith…
February 18, 2024
This is an old series book but worth the read..
April 24, 2025
Julia's son, Mike and Kristin finally get hitched. But Julia sees a groom throw the bride off the roof,on the next building. Read this confusing murder case.
September 1, 2025
Loved the main character Judith. Her amateur sleuthing is hilarious and productive! I will read more of this bed and breakfast series by Mary Daheim for sure. Delightful and full of twists. 👍
July 24, 2016
I have an affinity for cozy mysteries. They generally aren't written in pursuit of a spot on the bestseller list; rather, cozies are written to give the reader a sense of comfort and calm (ironically, by way of murder).
My mom read cozies to escape her three eccentric young daughters and grumpy husband: one daughter, the artist, painted five-foot tall green flowers on the side of the freshly painted rental when she was four; the adventurous daughter asked which way north was, and was found by neighbors five hours later walking up the beach, wearing a backpack, in pursuit of Santa in the North Pole (we lived on an island--she wasn't the brightest of the three of us); and the oldest daughter (that would be I) caused her first-year kindergarten teacher to quit by demanding that all classroom toy soldiers and toy weapons be removed from the classroom so that her classmates would not become violent adults, and that the teacher immediately stop smoking on her breaks because she would surely die of lung cancer. As to my mother's husband, he had some strange notion that feeding 40 stray cats, a stray goat, a duck, and 4 turtles (not stray) out of a 2-bedroom apartment was odd. He also became irrationally upset when the cat gave birth in his shoe. So you see, for my mother, it was either read a cozy or drink (or possibly dispose of the children and husband).
Years later, when my grandmother came to live with us (bigger house, different country, revolving pet door, dad retired and usually lost in Best Buy, girls now goth, theater geek, and raver) we slowly replaced her true crime books with cozies in order to keep her from roaming the house at night after taking her pain pills, looking for the Son of Sam whilst armed with a shoe horn.
And all this is how I came to read cozies myself, because they were always there to help me escape my crazy family, you could carry on a screaming match with a sibling and not miss much in the book, and thanks to grandma's Dahmer intervention, there were always a shitload in the house. (Serious reading was done away from the insane people.)I have an affinity for cozy mysteries. They generally aren't written in pursuit of a spot on the bestseller list; rather, cozies are written to give the reader a sense of comfort and calm (ironically, by way of murder).
My mom read cozies to escape her three eccentric young daughters and grumpy husband: one daughter, the artist, painted five-foot tall green flowers on the side of the freshly painted rental when she was four; the adventurous daughter asked which way north was, and was found by neighbors five hours later walking up the beach, wearing a backpack, in pursuit of Santa in the North Pole (we lived on an island--she wasn't the brightest of the three of us); and the oldest daughter (that would be I) caused her first-year kindergarten teacher to quit by demanding that all classroom toy soldiers and toy weapons be removed from the classroom so that her classmates would not become violent adults, and that the teacher immediately stop smoking on her breaks because she would surely die of lung cancer. As to my mother's husband, he had some strange notion that feeding 40 stray cats, a stray goat, a duck, and 4 turtles (not stray) out of a 2-bedroom apartment was odd. He also became irrationally upset when the cat gave birth in his shoe. So you see, for my mother, it was either read a cozy or drink (or possibly dispose of the children and husband).
Years later, when my grandmother came to live with us (bigger house, different country, revolving pet door, dad retired and usually lost in Best Buy, girls now goth, theater geek, and raver) we slowly replaced her true crime books with cozies in order to keep her from roaming the house at night after taking her pain pills, looking for the Son of Sam whilst armed with a shoe horn.
And all this is how I came to read cozies myself, because they were always there to help me escape my crazy family, you could carry on a screaming match with a sibling and not miss much in the book, and thanks to grandma's Dahmer intervention, there were always a shitload in the house. (Serious reading was done away from the insane people.)
My mom read cozies to escape her three eccentric young daughters and grumpy husband: one daughter, the artist, painted five-foot tall green flowers on the side of the freshly painted rental when she was four; the adventurous daughter asked which way north was, and was found by neighbors five hours later walking up the beach, wearing a backpack, in pursuit of Santa in the North Pole (we lived on an island--she wasn't the brightest of the three of us); and the oldest daughter (that would be I) caused her first-year kindergarten teacher to quit by demanding that all classroom toy soldiers and toy weapons be removed from the classroom so that her classmates would not become violent adults, and that the teacher immediately stop smoking on her breaks because she would surely die of lung cancer. As to my mother's husband, he had some strange notion that feeding 40 stray cats, a stray goat, a duck, and 4 turtles (not stray) out of a 2-bedroom apartment was odd. He also became irrationally upset when the cat gave birth in his shoe. So you see, for my mother, it was either read a cozy or drink (or possibly dispose of the children and husband).
Years later, when my grandmother came to live with us (bigger house, different country, revolving pet door, dad retired and usually lost in Best Buy, girls now goth, theater geek, and raver) we slowly replaced her true crime books with cozies in order to keep her from roaming the house at night after taking her pain pills, looking for the Son of Sam whilst armed with a shoe horn.
And all this is how I came to read cozies myself, because they were always there to help me escape my crazy family, you could carry on a screaming match with a sibling and not miss much in the book, and thanks to grandma's Dahmer intervention, there were always a shitload in the house. (Serious reading was done away from the insane people.)I have an affinity for cozy mysteries. They generally aren't written in pursuit of a spot on the bestseller list; rather, cozies are written to give the reader a sense of comfort and calm (ironically, by way of murder).
My mom read cozies to escape her three eccentric young daughters and grumpy husband: one daughter, the artist, painted five-foot tall green flowers on the side of the freshly painted rental when she was four; the adventurous daughter asked which way north was, and was found by neighbors five hours later walking up the beach, wearing a backpack, in pursuit of Santa in the North Pole (we lived on an island--she wasn't the brightest of the three of us); and the oldest daughter (that would be I) caused her first-year kindergarten teacher to quit by demanding that all classroom toy soldiers and toy weapons be removed from the classroom so that her classmates would not become violent adults, and that the teacher immediately stop smoking on her breaks because she would surely die of lung cancer. As to my mother's husband, he had some strange notion that feeding 40 stray cats, a stray goat, a duck, and 4 turtles (not stray) out of a 2-bedroom apartment was odd. He also became irrationally upset when the cat gave birth in his shoe. So you see, for my mother, it was either read a cozy or drink (or possibly dispose of the children and husband).
Years later, when my grandmother came to live with us (bigger house, different country, revolving pet door, dad retired and usually lost in Best Buy, girls now goth, theater geek, and raver) we slowly replaced her true crime books with cozies in order to keep her from roaming the house at night after taking her pain pills, looking for the Son of Sam whilst armed with a shoe horn.
And all this is how I came to read cozies myself, because they were always there to help me escape my crazy family, you could carry on a screaming match with a sibling and not miss much in the book, and thanks to grandma's Dahmer intervention, there were always a shitload in the house. (Serious reading was done away from the insane people.)
September 3, 2013
I think that the mystery was fine, but I didn't like the way Joe talked/treated Judith. It wasn't a teasing sort of chiding, but more of a dirisive and dismissive way. Maybe I'm reading too much into it, but this one was kinda harsh towards Judith. If you have seen I Love Lucy, it's the Ricky Syndrome, he doesn't want his wife in show biz, and all she wants is to be part of his life, all aspects- show biz and all. While Judith is more like the curious cat, who can't let go of the mouse even if it drags her somewhere she shouldn't go, that's part of her nature, wouln'd Joe have known that in their previous lives?
June 12, 2009
Judith Flynn is busy and bewildered with the plans for only son Mike's wedding, even before the bride's eccentric relatives arrive at her bed-and-breakfast. Gazing out the window at the rehearsal dinner, she sees another, bearded groom throwing a beautifully-dressed bride off a nearby roof--but no one can find a body, and Judith's husband Joe, a homicide detective, thinks that she's seeing things.
June 2, 2009
Aunt Maggie has married Big Bill Walters to protect his back as someone has made 3 murder attempts. Laura isn't convinced they weren't accidents until someone tries to murder him by adding rubbing alcohol to his champagne at the wedding reception. Laura and Richard agree to investigate. Of course, Big Bill has made lots of enemies but who hates him enough to try to kill him?
The Fleming mysteries don't make it to a 4 star but then again they rarely are so trite as to rate only a two star.
The Fleming mysteries don't make it to a 4 star but then again they rarely are so trite as to rate only a two star.
August 26, 2011
I had taken a break from the series, and started to actually miss the characters! But, this was not the book to read to renew my interest in the bed and breakfast mysteries (although it was the next in the series.) The 2 main characters always walk the line of annoying and charming, and this book they were firmly on the annoying side. The mystery was muddled, motive was not strong, and resolution of issues at the end was far from satisfying. Perhaps my least favorite of the series.
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March 1, 2013Judith's son gets married in theis installment of the B&B series. Stressful tiem for Judith and just to complicate things someone else gets murdered. In between wedding preparations she has to find the time to solve the murder. Doesn't help that the bride's parents try to wrangle their way out of paying the wedding bills. Just to add a little more spice to the story an uncle of the bride ends up living outside under the hedge.
March 25, 2013
Eh. This wasn't as annoying as most of the "at home" mysteries, although there weren't many mentions of the B&B business.
I felt this one was rather discombobulated. Nothing really made sense. The wedding, the smuggling, the murder, the designer, the lost dress...it all added up in the end but was really painful getting there.
Taking a short break from this series to read a couple other authors before diving back into Judith and Renie's world.
I felt this one was rather discombobulated. Nothing really made sense. The wedding, the smuggling, the murder, the designer, the lost dress...it all added up in the end but was really painful getting there.
Taking a short break from this series to read a couple other authors before diving back into Judith and Renie's world.
October 9, 2011
I read the first ten books in this series when I was younger and remember enjoying them. Not so much this time around. The lead character came across as whiny and annoying. I still don't understand why she kept sticking her nose in the investigation. I will probably read another one to see if the series gets back on track
October 2, 2014
This book seemed like it was going to be entertaining at the start and I really liked the first few chapters. However, it started to drag and the humor got old. Also the lead character did so many stupid things it was annoying. A number of very unrealistic things occurred as well. Yes, I know it's fiction, but some of the things were too far fetched for my taste.
March 15, 2011
I read this one before "Silver Scream" since it comes earlier in the series. Yea for library ILL! This caught me up with the happenings, besides murder, that have been going on with the Flynn/Jones families.
August 23, 2011
I detected multiple POV breaks, which annoyed me.
May 9, 2012
Transferring the books on my spreadsheet to Goodreads
January 9, 2015
pretty boring
August 23, 2014
Good entry in the series. I didn't like that Judith seemed depressed and kind of down on herself.
June 28, 2015
I do enjoy this series and characters.
May 24, 2016
A B&B mystery which seems to shlep along at times and the eccentric relatives are overly eccentric. A quick read.
June 29, 2016
In-Law
Keeps your mind working, thinking things thur . Many characters to keep straight w/odd personalitys.I In-laws from afar , no visits.
Keeps your mind working, thinking things thur . Many characters to keep straight w/odd personalitys.I In-laws from afar , no visits.
March 13, 2012
Crazy adventure! I liked it.
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