A Geek Girl's Guide to Murder
The Geek Girl Mysteries, #1
Julie Anne Lindsey
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Publisher: Carina Press
Date of Publication: August 31st 2015
Number of pages: 248
Word Count: 82,750
IT manager Mia Connors is up to her tortoiseshell glasses in technical drama when a glitch in the Horseshoe Falls email system disrupts security and sends errant messages to residents of the gated community. The snafu's timing couldn't be worse—Renaissance Faire season is in full swing and Mia's family's business relies on her presence.
Mia doesn't have time to hunt down a computer hacker. Her best friend has disappeared, and she finds another of her friends murdered—in her office. When the hunky new head of Horseshoe Falls security identifies Mia as the prime suspect, her anxiety level registers on the Richter scale.
Eager to clear her name, Mia moves into action to locate her missing buddy and find out who killed their friend. But her quick tongue gets her into trouble with more than the new head of security. When Mia begins receiving threats, the killer makes it clear that he's closer than she'd ever imagined.
Mia's family is gathered at a local Ren Faire, including her twin sister Bree and Bree's husband Tom. Bree is dressed as a harlot and Tom as a pirate. The study Bree references is a grant that Bree and Tom are working on concerning human sexuality. I just loved the byplay between all the family members, especially the sisters.
Bree stormed to my side, boobs bouncing. The fifteen pounds she’d kept after pregnancy tested the stitching of her costume. “There you are.”Review:
“Here I am.” I moved one palm in a circle between us . “And there you are, a whole-heck-of-a-lot of you. Aren’t you cold?”
Tom grabbed her by the waist and hauled her to his side. “I claim thee as my wench.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “Is anyone looking?”
Dad went back to the lights, shaking his head.
“I can’t stop staring at your boobs,” I admitted.
Bree beamed. “Good. We don’t want to skew the study into traditional male/ female perspectives.” She arched her back. “Do you want to touch them?”
“Ew. No. I’m your sister, and they look exactly like mine.”
“Mine are bigger.”
“So’s your ass.”