Four five-star Yelp reviews do you little good when you’re nailed inside a giant barrel of whiskey, which is where our intrepid private detective Barry finds himself while on the case to help his campy drag friends, all of whom have numerous secrets to hide. <br><br>If he can decide between the man he once loved and the bartender he’s falling for, successfully stay undercover as his alter-ego, Mary, Queen of Scotch, and keep one step ahead of the bad guys, plus a raucously funny meddling mom, he just might live to see that much-desired fifth review.

Mary, Queen of Scotch

I shook my head. “Of her husband, just as she’s been saying, over and over again. I’ve been investigating one husband; I should’ve been investigating the other.”


I crushed my chest to his—though my chest pretty much reached his forehead, but that imagery isn’t quite as romantic sounding. “And so soon after I found you again?”


“Were you always this mushy, Barry?”


I shook my head. “Like you said, sometimes people change.”


I wrapped my arms around him. “Nope. Maybe she’s changed the most.”


He stared up at me. God, he was beautiful. “You think so?”


I kissed him. I kissed him again. “I hope so, Jeff. I hope so.”


I found myself at Arthur’s mansion the next day. That is to say, outside the mansion, outside and down the street a bit, behind a large shrub, in case Lucy should go jogging past.


Chapter 48