I have read all of the books in this series, and frankly, sometimes I wonder why. They first started out as an interesting concept - a caterer, with a police investigator husband, who gets herself involved in mysteries who is aided by her best friend a wealthy socialite. The books are very light reading, and include some of the recipes that are mentioned in the book.
I love British mysteries and "cozies" - the authors make them seem more serious somehow than most of their American counterparts who usually have some kind of "gimic" (in this case a caterer.) It is difficult most of the time to believe that Goldie's husband, Tom, lets her get away with her investigations, while his own team is investigating. I cannot imagine this happening anywhere except fiction, even in a small town near Denver, like Aspen Meadows. In this book, Tom actually even goes with Goldie while she investigates (or rather "snoops".) And frankly, I could care less what, Marla, Goldie's best friend is wearing - the author really doesn't describe any one else's clothing, so why just Marla's. It doesn't seem to flow.
The author seemed to repeat herself quite a bit. First we would have the scene, then Goldie would describe it to someone, usually her husband, and finally, she would think it over. It is as though the author were looking for filler to get the book to a proper length. The ending did surprise me, but mainly because there were no actual clues leading in that direction.
I really didn't hate the book, but I didn't like it that much either. The prologue made me think that this might be the last of the series, and perhaps that's a good thing.