“Bloom and Doom captivated my attention from the very first page. With the meanings of flowers skillfully woven throughout the story, it was as delightful as a freshly cut bouquet of ranunculus (radiant charm) and tarragon (lasting interest). Beverly Allen writes wonderfully engaging characters in a lovely small- town setting. Audrey Bloom, the heroine, is quick-witted and clever as she unravels the mystery, which was a puzzler right up to the dramatic end. A thoroughly entertaining and engaging mystery! I can’t wait for the next one!”

—Jenn McKinlay, New York Times bestselling author

“It’s an engaging bouquet of mayhem and murder. What a delight for cozy readers!”

—Erika Chase, national bestselling author of the
Ashton Corners Book Club Mysteries

The wedding is off . . .

“Liv, what is it?”

“Eric had a hard time seeing because of those tinted windows. And when he got close, he saw him.”

“Who?”

“Derek. Audrey, he was dead. Dead and sitting behind the steering wheel of his car.”

“Maybe Derek just passed out or something.”

“Audrey, there’s more. When Eric got closer, he could tell something was smeared all over the windows. Audrey, it was blood, and Eric said there was a knife still . . .”

Derek was murdered. Right on the streets of Ramble. No wonder she was so shook up.

“Audrey, Eric thinks the knife was one of ours—from the shop.”

“He must be mistaken.” Liv ordered a dozen of those knives with the florist shop name printed on them so they wouldn’t wander. And if they did wander, at least they would serve as advertisements.

She stared hard at me. And then I remembered.

“I gave Jenny a knife yesterday, but she wouldn’t . . . couldn’t have done anything like that.”

Liv shook her head. “Audrey, Eric said the bouquet was there too, in the car. Torn to bits and covered with blood.”