From Publishers Weekly
Pallid both as a thriller and a romance (or a spoof), this Regency mystery features four foppish aristocrats in search of a killer. Corinne, Dowager Countess deCoventry, "still" ravishing at 24, has her fabulously entailed family pearls plucked from her throat by a rogue dressed as Robin Hood at a masquerade ball. She noticed that his hands were rough and he spoke with a French accent. Armed with this information, her three good friends?Lord Luten (the leader of the Ton, or fashionable London), Sir Reginald Prance (a witless dandy) and Coffen Pattle (agreeable and rich)?band together to track down the invaluable gems. Collectively known as the Berkeley Brigade (they all live on Berkeley Square), they ferret out a Drury Lane seamstress who provided the Robin Hood costume. She is obviously frightened and is later discovered strangled. Utilizing their best skills (mostly arrogant sneers, haughty smiles and bored drawls), the foursome discover the Robin Hood impostor, now also dead. A whirlwind farce follows, with interviews in glittering ballrooms populated with bejeweled women and rakish men. Enfeebled prose ("She had hair like spun silk... her lips were ripe and red as cherries") does little to enrich this hapless story by the author of over 100 Regency romances... and a few mysteries (Behold, A Mystery!, 1994).
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In Zubro's latest Tom and Scott mystery, right off the bat, professional baseball player Scott Carpenter comes out. The tabloids have a field day, and Scott loses a lucrative celebrity endorsement deal. Shortly after, his father has a heart attack, and with Tom, his high-school-teacher lover, he flies to Georgia and his family, who, except for one sister, have been unreceptive to the news about him. Tom and Scott haven't been in town for 24 hours before Tom has a run-in with a homophobic sheriff and encounters the local KKK leader. Next day, Tom finds the sheriff dead and himself the suspected murderer. Tom investigates and, after misadventures, solves the crime. What with Scott's stilted dialogue and Tom's bumbling through the Georgia swamps, this is a letdown from its predecessors. Loyal fans, however, will demand the book, and afterwards wish, perhaps, that Zubro would concentrate on his Paul Turner mysteries, with their warmer, more appealing characters.
Charles Harmon