Nancy Martin has taken a breather from her best-selling Blackbird Sisters series to pen a sidesplitting new mystery novel.
In Our Lady of Immaculate Deception, Roxy Abruzzo is a sassy, steely single mom who just so happens to be the niece of a Pittsburgh mafia boss. She’s trying to stay a boulder’s throw from the family biz, but thieving runs in her blood, and when she disappears a Greek statue while doing rounds for her company, Bada Bling Architectural Salvage, she finds herself smack in the middle of a murder mystery that has more twists and turns than a box of Red Vines. Apart from Roxy’s sticky fingers, potty mouth, and appetite for trouble, her heart is in the right place; she strives to set a good example for her teenage daughter as she navigates a minefield of big hair, bad attitudes, billionaires, and backstabbing family members. Seriously, Roxy and this motley crew of characters make Snooki and the Jersey Shore dudes look like humdrum mallrats. Martins voice is as witty and wicked-smart as ever, and the ride she takes the reader on is more fun and hairier than the squirrel cages at a state county fair. I smell a fresh series here and, dare I say, maybe even another bestseller.
