“Kiss me, Kate,” was an invitation that luscious Kate Arnheim almost never turned down, as a great many people discovered to their infinite pleasure. Patrick Hardy, the sensuous sleuth, was one of them, and when a knife-wielding killer gave her the final kiss-off, blood wasn’t the only red that Hardy saw. As the suspects mount up, Hardy soon begins to realize that the late, great Kate’s love life could be the death of him.

Hardy, Red is for Murder by Martin Meyers