Southern Discomfort: A Southern B&B Mystery

Southern Discomfort: A Southern B&B Mystery

by Caroline Fardig

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Southern hospitality meets deadly deception in the start of a charming new mystery series from the USA Today bestselling author of the Java Jive novels.

Quinn Bellandini loves her life in Savannah, Georgia, where she runs her grandfather’s B&B with her sister, Delilah. From baking fresh scones and serving up grits every morning to ensuring the guests see the best of their historic city, Quinn can’t imagine doing anything else—even if it means dealing with nuisances like the occasional malfunctioning commode. But when Quinn drops by the local restaurant owned by her friend Drew Green, and stumbles upon a murder, her whole world comes crashing down.

Drew’s brother was always a little surly, but Quinn can’t imagine that someone disliked the prickly chef enough to kill him. The police, on the other hand, don’t believe that Quinn was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Before her guests can even digest the next morning’s gourmet breakfast, Quinn learns that she and Drew are suspects.

Drew thinks they should do some investigating of their own. Quinn is pretty sure she’s better suited to playing hostess than amateur sleuth. But with Delilah as her cynical sidekick, Quinn starts looking for the real killer—before she gets put away faster than you can say “sugar.”

Don’t miss Caroline Fardig’s thrilling Java Jive mysteries, which can be read together or separately:

“I was hooked from the first page. I loved it!”—Dorothy Cannell, award-winning author of the Ellie Haskell mysteries, on Death Before Decaf

“This series is delightful, well written, and wildly entertaining.”Suspense Magazine

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781524797874
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 03/06/2018
Series: Southern B&B Mystery , #1
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 4,318
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Caroline Fardig is the USA Today bestselling author of more than a dozen mysteries. Fardig’s Bad Medicine was named one of the best books of 2015 by Suspense Magazine. She worked as a schoolteacher, church organist, insurance agent, funeral parlor associate, and stay-at-home mom before she realized that she wanted to be a writer when she grew up. Born and raised in a small town in Indiana, Fardig still lives in that same town with an understanding husband, two sweet kids, two energetic dogs, and one malevolent cat.

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Chapter 1

“Ah, my favorite time of day,” I murmured to myself, breathing in the scrumptious aroma of sweet blackberry and fragrant lavender as I removed a steaming pan full of scones from the oven. I spent a moment too long admiring my little nuggets of heaven, and my glasses fogged up something awful. I tossed them aside and set the scones on the kitchen counter to cool while I put the finishing touches on breakfast for my guests.

My sister, Delilah, sailed through the swinging kitchen door. “The natives are getting restless, Quinn. Chop, chop. Save your Martha Stewart-ing for another day.”

I smiled as I carefully placed an elegant rose I’d made out of tomato skin and a sprig of parsley on top of this morning’s quiche lorraine. I’d baked it in Grandmama Hattie’s favorite pie plate, which always made the crust turn out perfectly flaky. “Now, D, some things are worth waiting for.”

She put her hands on her hips. “Try telling that to the gaggle of Yankees we have staying with us this week.”

I set the quiche and an antique tureen full of buttery grits on a silver serving tray and handed it to her. “Surely they can appreciate that a lovely Southern breakfast takes more time and effort than an Egg McMuffin and coffee from a machine. People choose to stay at Bellandini’s B&B for the atmosphere. Besides, I’m sure no one will be complaining once their bellies are full.”

“You’d think that, but yesterday one of them pitched a hissy fit when I told him we don’t serve espresso. Good old-fashioned coffee evidently doesn’t pack enough caffeine for him,” she grumbled before disappearing through the door.

Chuckling softly to myself, I plated the scones on a china platter that my grandparents had received as a wedding gift, taking an extra moment to garnish my creations with a few fresh blackberries and sprigs of lavender, then delivered them to the dining room. The family of four and two middle-aged couples surrounding our dining table all oohed and aahed over the bountiful breakfast.

I beamed at our guests, humbled by their appreciation of our efforts. “Good morning, everyone. I hope y’all slept well and are enjoying your stay in our lovely town of Savannah. Our breakfast this morning includes quiche lorraine, Papa Sal’s special recipe sausage, grits, fresh fruit, and blackberry-lavender scones. If there’s anything you need, please don’t hesitate to ask.” I gestured to my grandfather, who had appeared next to me. “I’m happy to introduce the owner of Bellandini’s B&B, Sal Bellandini, although you might know him better as Sal the Magnificent.”

“Greetings, friends!” With a flourish, Papa Sal made a fistful of brightly colored gerbera daisies burst out of nowhere and began passing them out to the surprised ladies and excited little girls at the table. “We’re honored that you chose to stay with us in our home. Don’t forget about our magic show at one p.m.—it’s good, clean fun for all ages. Now, dig in before your food gets cold.” Even after living in the South for over fifty years, he’d never lost his thick “New Yawk” accent.

Papa Sal and I went back to join Delilah, who was already hard at work cleaning up the kitchen. She wasn’t big on interacting with the guests, so Papa Sal and I took care of that. I didn’t like cleaning much, so Delilah shouldered the bulk of that job. The three of us made a great team.

I loved working at our family business, especially since it allowed me such a leisurely lifestyle. However, it was still a twenty-four/seven endeavor. Delilah and I ran Bellandini’s B&B for our grandfather, who had all but retired. Papa Sal still lived here with us and did what he could, but he was happy not to have to deal with the day-to-day dilemmas of bed-and-breakfast management.

“Did the plumber ever show up yesterday?” Papa Sal asked, picking up a dishtowel to help Delilah with the dishes.

I frowned as I began cleaning up the work surface on the island. “No, although I called several times yesterday and already once this morning. I’m hoping he comes today, otherwise we’re still down a room since the commode isn’t working.”

Papa Sal nodded. “Sorry I can’t be more help, but I think what’s wrong with it is above my pay grade.”

I smiled. “Not a problem. You’re the talent around here, remember? The talent does not have to fix toilets. I’m sure it’s in your contract somewhere.”

He chuckled and went back to drying the dishes.

We were having a pleasant, quiet morning until my mother burst through the back door.

“Good morning, everyone!” she gushed, giving each of us a too-loud kiss on the cheek.

My mother, Dixie, aka Suncloud, only ever darkened the door of the B&B for three reasons: to wrangle a free breakfast, to beg for money, or to gossip. Otherwise, she lived her own free-spirited life with a stoner named Paul in a van down by the river.

She made a grand show of plopping into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. “Isn’t it a glorious day?”

I smiled. Motives aside, you couldn’t not get caught up in Mom’s sunny personality. “It’s downright lovely, yes. How are things with you?”

Sighing and closing her eyes, she began to sway to some music only she could hear. “Oh, Paul and I hosted the most magical drum circle last night in Forsyth Park. Y’all really should have come. It was truly life-changing.”

As much fun as it sounded to get high and play drums (not), the three of us had declined her offer.

“Right. Shame we missed it,” Delilah said, a snarky tone tingeing her voice.

“Yes. We’ll have to make sure to plan the next one on a night when y’all are free.”

Papa Sal shot me a look. He’d told Mom yesterday that he would go play drums with those hippies over his dead body. Evidently he hadn’t made his feelings on the subject clear enough.

After a beat of awkward silence, Mom said pretend-conversationally, “So, what did you girls come up with for the breakfast menu this morning? What delicious flavor have you infused into your famous scones, Quinnie?” Which was code for Where are the leftovers?

“I made blackberry-lavender ones today, Mom. And quiche lorraine, along with the usual fixin’s.”

She swooned. “Ooh, your guests must have thought they’d died and gone to heaven.”

Papa Sal smiled proudly. “Our girls make the best breakfast in town.”

“No doubt about it.” Mom got up from her seat. “Since I’m here, might as well make myself useful. I’ll go and see if your guests are finished, and then I’ll clear the table.”

Delilah said, “Thanks, Mom.” After Mom had gone into the dining room, Delilah lowered her voice. “I’m having coffee with a friend later, and I want to have something to serve him, so don’t let her take all the scones.”

Papa Sal stopped and stared at her, his wrinkled face bright with excitement. “A gentleman caller?”

“Not that kind of gentleman caller. An old friend who’s back in town.”

I gave my sister a playful poke in the ribs. “Old friends can turn into new loves.”

“Whatever, you guys. Just save some scones, okay?”

Papa Sal joined Mom on the back porch while she ate breakfast, leaving Delilah and me to finish tidying up the kitchen. When we were done, I took off my glasses and set them aside while I rubbed my eyes.

“Tired already?” Delilah asked, putting on a fresh pot of coffee.

I nodded. “I didn’t get to bed until well after midnight, and then of course we’re always up with the chickens. My own dumb mistake. I got caught up in a novel and stayed up too late reading.”

She chuckled. “No surprise there. I should probably read more, but there’s so much binge-watching to do on Netflix.” Her face became serious. “Are we becoming boring old spinsters, Quinn?”

I laughed. “Of course not. You do community theater, and I’ve got my band. We are far from boring. And we’re only in our early thirties, so we’re far from old. Besides, you had a date with that tour guide not too long ago.”

“That was six months ago.”

Wincing, I said, “Oh.” Then I said, “You know, we don’t need men to complete our lives. I’m very happy the way I am.”

“True, but I wouldn’t mind a little excitement in my life. Something to break the monotony, at least.”

“Well, then you should have gone to the magical, life-changing drum circle with Mom last night.”

While Delilah rolled her eyes and made unladylike gagging noises, I skipped up the back steps to my room on the third floor.

After changing out of my flour-covered clothes and into some nicer ones for the rest of the day, I realized I’d left my glasses in the kitchen. I hurried back downstairs, but didn’t find them on the counter where I thought I’d laid them. I sighed. I was forever misplacing them, but this time I knew they had to be somewhere in the kitchen. I squinted, trying to see a little more clearly, and ran my eyes over every inch of the room. They were nowhere.

“Ding dang it,” I huffed under my breath. Oh well, they would turn up eventually, as they always did. Besides, I didn’t have to be able to see to walk a couple of blocks to buy some fresh herbs and catch up with a friend.

As I headed for the front door, I noticed a tall man standing in our foyer, perusing one of our brochures at the front desk. Assuming from the tool belt slung around his waist that he was the plumber who hadn’t bothered to show up yesterday, I said over my shoulder as I opened the door, “Oh, good. You’re here. The broken commode is on the second floor, second room on the right. Thanks.”

His head snapped up when I spoke to him. “Quinn Bellandini? Is that you?” His deep voice sounded shocked, but of course I couldn’t read his facial expression from across the foyer without my glasses.

Confused by his apparent surprise, I replied, “Yes, we spoke on the phone yesterday, remember? Please forgive my rush, but I have an errand to run. I’ll be back shortly.”

I closed the door behind me and bounded down the steps, out into the warm October morning. Sultry summer temperatures in Savannah lasted well into autumn, so it wasn’t time to break out the long sleeves just yet, even though it was nearing Halloween. After crossing Barnard Street, I cut through Pulaski Square. It was extra quiet this time of day; the only other people I encountered were a couple walking their golden retriever. I’d lived in the same house all my life, with the same view of the same square. However, I couldn’t help but marvel every time I laid eyes on the majestic live oaks, their twisty branches providing a gorgeous and protective cover for the lush lawn of the quaint square. I couldn’t imagine being any happier living anywhere else on earth.

I continued on down Charlton Street a short ways to a nearby restaurant, Green, simply (although not terribly inventively) named after the owners: the Green brothers, Drew and Jason, and Jason’s wife, Valerie. The three of them lived in the apartments in the upper two floors of the building, and the brothers ran the kitchen of Green. This hour of day, the place was closed, but it was the perfect time to shoot the breeze with Drew.

The backyard gate was unlocked, and the rear door leading into the kitchen was open, as I’d hoped. Bounding up the back stairs, I called, “Drew? It’s Quinn. May I come in?”

There was no answer. Drew and I were good enough friends that he didn’t mind me barging into his kitchen—at least during off-hours. I knew better than to try to set foot inside the place during business hours and especially when Chef Jason was around. That man and his tirades made angry TV chef Gordon Ramsay look sweet as a Georgia peach.

I stepped inside and walked into the immaculate kitchen. “Drew? Are you here?”

Drew emerged from the adjacent office, smiling. “Morning, Quinn. What’s up?”

Drew and I had met a few years ago at a neighborhood merchants’ council meeting and had instantly hit it off. Although he was a transplant who hadn’t been brought up in the South, he ticked every box on Grandmama Hattie’s “gentleman’s test,” which included but was not limited to: opening doors for others, never using foul language, and treating his staff with fairness and respect. On occasion, he had even helped me put on my coat and walked me home at night, and of course he could cook. Drew was a catch but, like me, never had much time to date anyone.

“Good morning, Drew. I’d like to buy some lavender and thyme.”

He pulled a faux frown. “You mean you didn’t come over just to see your good buddy?”

“Sorry. Yes, of course I came to see you. The herbs are secondary.”

“You know, I’m glad you stopped by. I was going to call you today. There’s something I want to ask you. Be right back, okay?” He hurried into the office, returning only moments later with two tickets in hand and a bright, hopeful smile. “I know how you like to go to the theater. I’ve got these two tickets for a play tonight.”

I paused for a moment to let what he was asking me sink in. Then I said, “You’re asking me if I want to go to the theater?”

I wasn’t a fan of live theater. The only reason I ever went was to watch my sister’s community troupe performances. I guessed I did go to the theater a lot, and I probably hadn’t told him that my sole motivation in doing so was to support Delilah. But him not knowing that little tidbit about me wasn’t what I was worried about. My buddy Drew was asking me out . . . on a date. This was uncharted territory.

He nodded, still smiling wide. “Yeah. Are you interested?”

Interested in going on a date with him? I didn’t know if I was or not. The thought had never even entered my mind. But . . . I supposed it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. It could make things weird between us, though. However, we got along well, so who was to say it wasn’t a half-bad idea? Like Delilah had said earlier, it wouldn’t kill me to get out more. And it wasn’t like it was a marriage proposal. It was only a date. Nevertheless, it freaked me out. I ran my nervous hands through my long, dark hair.

Steadying my voice, I replied, “I . . . um . . .” I cleared my throat. “I’d love to go to the theater, Drew. Thank you for asking me. It sounds like fun.”

“Great. Here you go.” He handed me the two tickets.

I was slightly confused, but took them anyway. Maybe he wanted me to be in charge of our tickets for some odd reason. I read over the particulars. “Bitter Winter. I haven’t heard of this play. Do you know what it’s about?”

“It’s new play by a local playwright about the Starving Time in the Jamestown colony in 1609.”

Well, that was certainly a downer. I nodded, trying to feign interest. “Ooh, sounds intense. Would you like to meet there or . . .” I trailed off so the ball was in his court as to whether he wanted to make it a formal date by picking me up or for it to be more of a casual meet-up. I had no idea where he was going with this, so I was more than happy to let him take charge of the evening. I was hoping for a casual meet-up, though. His out of the blue proposition was a lot to process.

“I wasn’t asking you . . .” A puzzled expression crossed Drew’s face. “I mean, I can’t go. Jason had something come up, so I have to be the head chef tonight and can’t use the tickets. I’d hate to see them go to waste. I figured you wouldn’t have any problem getting a date at the last minute.”

Oh, good gravy. Awkward! It took everything I had not to do a face-palm right there in front of him as I thought, Way to go, Quinn. Only you could misread his intentions this badly.

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Southern Discomfort: A Southern B&B Mystery 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 35 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Full points for plot, setting, pace, characters. I will definitely read more by this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Reading flowed very easy. Kept me in suspense, but delightful at same time. More like an adult Nancy Drew.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This cozy mystery is a definite page turner, full of twists and turns! I absolutely cannot wait for the next book in this series to come out!
KrisAnderson_TAR More than 1 year ago
Southern Discomfort by Caroline Fardig is the debut novel in A Southern B&B Mystery. Quinn Bellandini with the assistance of her grandfather and sister run the Bellandini Bed and Breakfast in Savannah, Georgia. Quinn whips up delectable delights for the guests as well as helping with the cleaning chores. One night Quinn stops by Green, the restaurant co-owned by Drew and Jason Green, to speak with Drew. The back door is open, and Jason is on the floor with knife stabbed into his chest. After falling in the blood and contaminating the crime scene, Quinn manages to call 911. Detectives Flynn and King are assigned the case. Detective Flynn is accusatory and believes Quinn aided Drew in bumping off his brother. Drew is arrested, and the police quit investigating the crime. Quinn knows Drew is innocent and sets out to pursue the truth with the aid of her sister, Delilah. Who disliked the unpleasant Jason Green enough to slay him in his own restaurant? That is just what Quinn intends to find out in Southern Discomfort. Southern Discomfort is a new series for Caroline Fardig who is the author of A Java Jive Mysteries. I was never able to get drawn into the story. I felt the author failed to properly set the stage for her readers with the setting or with the characters. We are given few details on the main characters or the B&B. We are given lovely descriptions of Savannah (I would love to visit). The main problem was Quinn. I kept hoping she would grow on me, but she did not (I did plot some good ways for the author to do her in). She had a chip on her shoulder (regarding Tucker and incident that occurred in high school), judgmental, naïve at times, loses her temper frequently and easily, and wishy washy (she is a contradiction). I found myself cringing at some of Quinn’s comments. Sal, Quinn’s grandfather had a good attitude and his magic act sounded entertaining (also unique for a B&B). Delilah seemed grounded and more realistic. I enjoyed her interactions with Uncle Fred, the resident ghost (Sal’s as well). I would have enjoyed Southern Discomfort more if Delilah had been the main character with Quinn as her sidekick. There was a hint of a ghost in the story, but it was in the background. I wanted more of Uncle Fred (the resident ghost). He provided some good insight into the mystery. Solving the crime is not one that can completely be solved because readers are not given all the details until right before the reveal. Those people who read a significant amount of mysteries will have no problem predicting what will occur (two little nuggets of information give it away). There was a lack of action in the book (there was Quinn asking questions and I wanted something more). I felt too much time was devoted to Quinn thinking and speculating about the mystery and Tucker. Let us not forget the cliché nasty detective (Detective Flynn). The reason for Quinn returning to the restaurant and discovering the body was slim and farfetched. I think there should have been less focus on Tucker and the romance between him and Quinn. As you can tell, I was not the right audience for Southern Discomfort (my mother, though, found it funny—as you can tell we have different reading tastes). To see if Southern Discomfort is the right fit for you, download a sample from your favorite retailer. Happy Reading!
PNWBookworm More than 1 year ago
While this was a pretty good start to a new series for me it lacked in a few key areas. The first being that it wasn’t sure what type of cozy mystery it wanted to be. There was a baking/cooking line, a paranormal line, a B&B line and a romance line. I felt like the book could have been better if it had picked one of these and stuck with it. For instance I really enjoyed the little bits about a ghost and I think that would have been a good direction but instead we just g small tidbits of that thrown in. Overall the writing was good and the plot moved along pretty well. The mystery itself was a little meh. There were a ton of suspects and though I didn’t guess who it was I felt like the motive was weak. Hopefully the author focuses the next book a little more because it has a lot of potential! 
Anonymous 27 days ago
Loved it. Ready for the next one.
Anonymous 3 months ago
Good story, interesting characters. Book starts slowly but rapidly picks up.
Jesstears99 11 months ago
THEATER, MISUNDERSTANDING, AND MURDER Quinn Bellandini runs a B&B with her sister Deliah and their father Papa Sal in Savannah, Georgia. Quinn is given a pair of theater tickets to see a play by Drew. She misunderstands the offering of tickets as Drew, a long time friend, asking her out on a date. Upon feeling awkward, and not really wanting to go to the play, she gives the tickets to her sister. Feeling guilty about giving the tickets away and her misinterpreting Drew asking her about going to play as a date, she decides to confess. It's a late night, approximately 10 pm when Quinn heads over to Green's, a restaurant owned by Drew and Jason Green. Drew isn't there by Jason is. Unfortunately for Quinn, he's dead. To make matters worse, Quinn is the one that found him and while trying to leave the restaurant in a hurry, she has slipped and fallen into a puddle of Jason's blood. YOU'VE ARRESTED THE WRONG PERSON Quinn is the first to find Jason, which makes her the prime suspect. But it's Jason's brother Drew that is arrested for the murder. Not wanting her friend to go to prison for a murder she knows he didn't commit, Quinn embarks on some amateur investigation that produces more secrets than she expected. When Deliah finds out what's she's doing, she joins in the sleuthing. ALL'S WELL THAT STARTS OUT WELL I received an advance copy of the book based on the premise (basically what I just said above, but shorter). The copy I received is an unedited copy. Meaning, it's not the final copy that will be released to the public 6 March 2018. I enjoy stories set in the south for I love the south, although I live up north. I was expecting the book to take me to Savannah, Georgia. Where it ended up taking me was the worse Lifetime TV movie I've ever seen. I READ BOOKS AS IF I'M WATCHING MOVIE I try to visualize the book as a movie. It helps me get a clear understanding of what I'm reading. I feel if I can visualize what's taking place, the writing is good. And at times, excellent. This was neither. Although I could visualize everything that was going on, my mind kept going back to the most ridiculous movie I've seen where the writing is horrible, the plot is off kilter and the acting is just as bad. It's also one of those movies you can't turn off because you have to see how it ends. SOUTHERN SAYINGS THAT TRIED TO HARD There were a number of southern sayings I want to share that I feel were forced. Well, sugar honey iced tea. Diddly darn it! Ding Dang it! Cheese and crackers. Fiddlesticks. Each of these saying was said when Quinn would run into a brick wall when seeking information. And each time they came up I laughed for they seemed, well forced. The story as a whole didn't ring southern. Although the family was a transplant from New York, the writing felt more New York, than Savannah, Georgia. The author, Caroline Fardig, would refer to tea as sweet tea when offering some to anyone. She could have said tea. We all know tea in the south is sweet. Food, that is found in the south, was constantly brought up. I wish I could remember some of them. As with the southern phrases, the naming of food seemed forced to make the book seem authentic. I won’t be reading another book by Caroline Fardig, but I won’t deter anyone from reading Southern Discomfort. That’s if you like simple writing, corny sayings, and forced southern references such as food and sayings. I will say this about the book. I was surprised by who killed Jason. That’s not t
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it
KathyJB More than 1 year ago
Great characters that keep you reading until the wee hours of the morning. I'm ready for this series to continue for a long, long time.
1335sj More than 1 year ago
I have been a fan of Ms. Fardig's "Coffee House Series" for a long time. I was pleased to read this one and I'm looking forward to reading the next book in this series. This is set in a family owned B&B in Savanah operated by the protagonist, Quinn Bellandini along with her older sister, Delilah, and grandfather "Sal". Quinn is the level-headed one who has always done the right thing and who basically has a heart of gold. She finds herself up to her neck in trouble when she goes to visit a friend who owns a restaurant along with his brother down the street. She has the unfortunate fate of stumbling across the body of a very obnoxious man who has a lot of enemies. The police of course always suspect the person who discovers the body and she's run through the ringer. When they arrest someone who she is convinced couldn't have killed this person and she makes it her mission to find the real killer, the list is long because this person was very unlikeable. This book is full of loveable characters and there is a little romance involved as well. Ms. Fardig has several series but I've only read the coffee house series and now this one, I sure hope she follows up with another one in "A Southern B&B Mystery", I loved it. I almost forgot to mention the wonderful recipes included in the back of the book, what a bonus! I would like to thank the publisher and NetGalley for providing me with an e-galley of this book in exchange for an honest opinion, the opinions expressed above are my own.
pennyNJ More than 1 year ago
Southern Comforted (Disclaimer: I was provided a NetGalley ARC in exchange for my honest review.) Southern Discomfort by Caroline Fardig is a wonderful whodunit with a southern twist. First I admire the author’s ability at world and character building. The main characters personalities are huge infused with humanity, humor, sadness, hurt, love, intrigue, curiosity, and believability. Secondary characters also have a pleasant presence in the book and fill out the book very nicely. The world is a great depiction of Savannah. If you haven’t been there you will want to go there. Having been there years ago I felt as if I was back there on a warm summer’s eve strolling the streets. I could place myself there through the eyes of the characters and for that I would like to applaud the author and say thank you, thank you. This is a twist turner whodunit where at one point you really think that you know who the killer is and then the end becomes a huge surprise. Overall, the storyline is an absolute page-turner that you do not want to miss reading. MY RECOMMENDATION: Don’t miss it – Read Southern Discomfort by Caroling Farrdig. –Tex.
dibbylodd More than 1 year ago
I enjoy this author's Java Jive series. This one is similarly entertaining. No one wants to be the person who stumbles across a murder victim. They certainly don't want to be considered a suspect. The in and outs of solving the murder are quite interesting. A fun read.
C_Fowler More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed Southern Discomfort. Set in atmospheric Savannah, Georgia, it has everything a cozy mystery should -- great characters, a good mystery and even a mystery solving ghost. When a good friend of B&B owner Quinn Bellandini's is charged with the murder of his restaurant partner brother, he begs her to help him clear his name. What follows is a series of mishaps, warnings from police, and Quinn's realization that she is clueless at being a detective. The mystery is not clear-cut, and there are several layers to the story. Southern Discomfort is the first in the Southern B&B Mystery series, but I hope it won't be the last. I liked seeing Quinn come into her own as the book progressed and look forward to more of her adventures. I received a copy of this book from NetGalley. All thoughts and opinions are solely my own.
CheliD More than 1 year ago
Quinn Bellandini has opted to help her grandfather by working with her sister Delilah running the family B&B in Savannah. She also has been told by Delilah and her grandfather that her deceased Uncle Frank is there to lend aid as well. So when she discovers the body of the brother of her friend Drew, she feels that she needs to prove his innocence (clearing her name as well - the police seem to think they were in it together). The characters of Quinn and her family were fun and I look forward to more of her adventures, but some of the other characters need some additional dimension. The story was fun!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I hope this book is the first of a series! I love this book - everything from the cover art to the story and characters! In this cozy mystery, Quinn Bellandini owns a bed and breakfast in Savannah along with her grandfather, "Papa Sal" and her sister Delilah. It's not long before Quinn happens upon a dead body, the brother of her good friend and restaurant owner Drew. Drew is arrested for the crime, and Quinn is convinced he is innocent. Quinn takes it upon herself, with her sister Delilah to find "better suspects" than Drew for the police. Quinn and Delilah are new to investigating and make several funny blunders along the way. We are also introduced to Tucker, a former high school football star who recently returned to town and seems to be interested in Quinn. Quinn harbors a grudge against Tucker from their high school days, but he turns out to be her only alibi. This book was a fun read, and I couldn't put it down! I finished it in a day. I love the characters and the story, and I didn't guess the villain until it was laid out for us. Great story! I received a copy of this book in exchange for my honest opinion.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you like the Java Jive mysteries you will definately like this new series
mymissdaisy More than 1 year ago
A great start. This series promises to be full of suspense and some Southern Charm. Being a bit of a cover junkie I have to say I loved this cover. Is was intrigued with the pitcher filled with ? and skeleton. I loved the cover and was pulled into the story. The story/plot is set in Savannah at the B&B where Quinn works with her grandfather and her sister Delilah. All is going well until Quinn stumble onto a murder and then become a suspects put Quinn in the right place to sleuthing out the answers. The story is full of twists and turns and suspects. Leaving the reader wondering just 'Who Dun It'. I enjoyed the characters and the story. If your a fan of Cozy Mysteries and Sweet Tea you will want to grab a glass and get a copy and while the hours away trying to figure out just Who Did It. I received a complimentary copy
ArleneArredondo More than 1 year ago
A great start to a new series. Well developed characters bestowed with charm, wittiness, and southern good manners. Love how the story evolves with a list of suspects that keeps on growing till the very end. Note: I received an ARC for review purpose and an honest and unbiased opinion.
aCeli More than 1 year ago
I don't think my review will do the book justice, but I will still leave one because I honestly think this was a great book. Quinn is a great strong character who doesn't let an unfortunate event take her down. She finds herself trying to clear not only her name but her friends as well. With the help of her sister and her deceased Uncle's help (which she is reluctant to accept), Quinn is determined in finding out who the real murderer is. There were moments when I thought I knew who had done it, to only discover in the end I was wrong. I highly recommend this book and hope that this series continues. I can't wait to read it again!
Draginzwing More than 1 year ago
We start the story off by meeting Quinn Bellandini and her family, her sister Delilah, papa Sal and even the Ghost of Uncle Frank at the family B&B located in Savannah Georgia. We see parts of her daily life in running the B&B. She takes us along in the town and we meet Quinn's friend Drew, as well as his brother Jason and sister in law Valerie. At this point everything is normal but in a few short moments everything is unraveled. An old neighbor returns to town and is a possible love interest for one of the sisters, you will have to read to find out for yourself which one. Jason ends up dead and Drew is charged with the murder. Since Quinn is Drew's friend she has been given the impression that she will be arrested for a part in the crime. So Quinn and Delilah set out to prove who did it. And of course several disasters ensue. It is a good read. I guessed one of Drew's secrets but I never did guess who the murderer was. That is one of the things I really liked about this book was that it wasn't easy to guess who did it. I received this from Netgalley for free in exchange for an honest review. The opinions in this review are 100% my own.
BeagleGirl123 More than 1 year ago
Southern Discomfort by bestselling cozy author Caroline Fardig is the very charming debut book in her new Southern B&B Mystery Series. Sisters Quinn and Delilah Bellandini, along with their Papa Sal, are the proprietors of Bellandini's B&B in Savannah, Georgia. It doesn't take long for Quinn to find herself embroiled in murder when her friend Drew's brother, Jason, is found brutally murdered in the kitchen of their restaurant, Green, and Quinn is the first on the scene. Longtime secrets are revealed, as well as hidden relationships, as Quinn and Delilah work to uncover the killer - with a little help from Papa Sal's late brother (and ghost!!!) Uncle Frank!!! A true southern gem of a cozy, and one that I thoroughly enjoyed reading!
JuliaAD More than 1 year ago
This is a good start to this new series. I like Quinn and Delilah. I thought Quinn was too hard on Tucker, but glad she finally saw the truth. Quinn is friends with Drew. When she goes to visit him, she finds his brother dead. Drew is arrested and Quinn is afraid that she will be accused of the murder too. The only thing she can do is investigate to find out the true murderer. She just knows that Drew can't be guilty. Can he? There are so many people who didn't like Jason and she just has to find the one who didn't like him enough to kill him.
Shelly9677 More than 1 year ago
Southern Discomfort features Quinn Bellandini and her sister, Delilah, who help run the family B&B in Savannah, GA. As someone who lived in Savannah for many years, I couldn’t wait to read the book. The book did not disappoint! The author expertly captures the charm of this lovely Southern city and creates some very interesting, relatable and colorful characters. When Quinn and Delilah stumble upon the body of a local restaurant owner, they quickly soar to the top of the suspect list along with the restaurant’s co-owner, Drew. However, the decedent had plenty of enemies and the sisters become determined to find the culprit. Southern Discomfort is the first in a new series and I am eagerly anticipating the next installment of A Southern B&B Mystery!