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One lavish clifftop wedding. One very inconvenient corpse. And a travel blogger who swore there'd be no dead bodies this time.
For once, Wren Ashby has an actual paying job: cover the Harrington wedding at Villa Calypso, the most photographed terrace in Oia, where the domes are blue, the wine is cold, and the caldera drops straight into the sea. "No dead bodies," she promised Fig on the ferry over. "No charming men with complicated pasts. Just someone else's wedding."
The island had other plans. When a death cracks the postcard open, Wren finds that every guest who smiled for her camera has a reason to want a certain story to stay buried under all that whitewash. With her miniature dachshund underfoot, she starts asking the questions nobody on the caldera wants answered.
For readers who like their mysteries bright, their views to die for, and their amateur sleuths traveling with a small, opinionated dog.
A Deadly Detour to Santorini is Book 3 of the Deadly Detour cozy mysteries - a new city and a complete case every time. Read them in any order.
