Howdy! I'm Eddie Smith and this is the story of my sixth (sixth!) romantical adventure with my husband, Whit Hall.
We just celebrated our first anniversary a couple of weeks ago by spending some quality time at our beach house in Sonoma County.
A year! Can you believe it?
Anyway...
It's the day before St. Patrick's Day, and... Wait. Would that be St. Patrick's Day Eve?
Ahem...
You might know this, because I didn't, but this is the time of the year when the football teams do trades and contracts and such.
Of course, I have no clue what any of that means.
What I do know is that Whit, being the new owner of the San Antonio Matadors, is a little, shall we say, tense.
I'm doing the best I can to help him, which is mostly by staying out of the way.
But then his tension rises a whole heck of a lot when he stumbles across a dead body here in Daytona Beach...
And then he gets jealous of the police lieutenant who's working the case...
So...
There's a lot going on here as you can probably imagine.
Anyway, I gotta run!
Whit's upstairs in his office and pissed off about not getting the wide receiver or quarterback or whomever he was hoping for. The socials, as you might imagine, are not being kind.
And I'm about to hop in the police lieutenant's car...
He's asked for my help, not that I have any to offer.
What do I know about dead bodies other than what I've seen on Perry Mason and Law & Order?
I'm sure this is going to work out really well.
Not!
But, as always, I can't wait to find out what happens next!
Frank W. Butterfield, not an assumed name, loves old movies, wise-cracking smart guys with hearts of gold, and writing for fun.
Although he worships San Francisco, he lives at the beach on another coast.
Born on a windy day in November of 1966, he was elected President of his high school Spanish Club in the spring of 1983.
After moving across these United States like a rapid-fire pinball, he currently makes his home in a hurricane-proof apartment with superior water pressure that was built in 1926.
While he hasn't met any dolphins personally, that invitation is always open.
A subtly different story here - largely a procedural murder investigation. Eddie and Whit are involved as the victim is one of the partners in their legal firm and living in one of their properties. The timeline is very 'present day' - March 2020, to be precise, still early in the virus spread but already there are comments on 'distancing'. The usual suspects appear - Mario has a slightly larger offscreen rôle than usual, perhaps, and Bob makes a brief appearance; Ronnie is a key figure towards the end (and I had a brief moment of panic there) and a new player joins the team...
Wonderful stuff, as always - made more so by the timing - and did I detect a hint about the plot of the next release?
New readers should probably go back and start at the beginning of the series - or even possibly the whole output since most of the books (60 or so!) do relate to each other in some way. (Not too daunting a task as the author manages to pull off very readable narratives without the books becoming formulaic - and each of the different series has a subtly different style.)
It’s Delovely (Whit & Eddie #6) By Frank W. Butterfield Published by the author, 2020 Five stars
I’m loving the Whit & Eddie series, partly because the author has a much more distinctive presence in these contemporary settings that still manage to channel Nick & Carter’s world. I am not sure if someone who has not read a significant part of the Nick Williams series will be confused or not by this series, which is both entirely independent and completely interconnected.
So, the twist here is that Whit and Eddie have in essence become Nick and Carter. They now are in control of WilliamsJones, and thus are gay billionaires. As with any billionaire, there are complications in their life, including constant security (meaning actual guys, who at least in this case are gay guys), and constant surveillance (very Big Brother, except that you own Big Brother).
Thus, while this zaftig gentle bear of a man, Eddie Smith, and Whit Hall, a massive muscled giant of a football player, have each come into their own and have embraced their shared life as the new Nick and Carter, things are not all smooth. Adding to this—and I loved this—is that COVID 19 is here, and the shared reality in which we are all trapped right now is part of this story.
When an important cog in the corporate world that Whit and Eddie are building in Daytona Beach is found murdered in his office, the hunt is on. This is entirely parallel to the mysteries that Nick & Carter had to unravel back in the 1950s; but this is all spun out with a very distinctly contemporary view of the world, and that’s entirely right. Nick & Carter were sort of gay superheroes, and Butterfield took great pains to show us their vulnerabilities, those things that even their vast fortune could not solve. Whit & Eddie, on the other hand, are very much modern, flawed men, with human frailties that are all the more intense for being familiar to both the author and to contemporary readers.
Here I have to confess that I read this, feeling slightly out of sync, and then realized that I’d missed book 5 in this series, which went into my Kindle storage rather than onto my Kindle reading list…so I seem to have missed some significant plot points! But, you know, it didn’t make much difference. The murder mystery that Whit and Eddie get dragged into is the key, giving Butterfield’s fans a chance to look inside the quirky, big-hearted, wounded men to see what makes them tick. I’ll tell you all about book 5 when I get to it.