This is the third of the Poppy Field’s books. Poppy is in New Orleans for a friend’s over-the-top extravaganza wedding. Poppy’s itinerary was supposed to be filled with luncheons, dinner parties, clothes fittings etc., but (as we have come to expect), little goes to plan, and soon there are dead bodies and gangsters all over the place, and a rather nice police detective – Rene Langlois – who is not prepared for the carnage that follows Poppy everywhere: “I knew exactly what Detective Langlois saw standing in front of him—a spoiled young woman draped in expensive clothing with a ten-thousand-dollar handbag swinging from the crook of one arm and a more-spoiled-than-she-was dog tucked into the crook of the other. He saw a woman more concerned with her dinner reservation than the end of a man’s life.” While juggling dinner dates, Poppy starts investigating gangster activity down at the New Orleans port, which may – or may not – be linked to the family into which her friend is marrying. Luckily Mr Brown has sent Mark Stone (a.k.a. Thor) to protect Poppy. Thor knows that Poppy is able to look after herself – but unfortunately some of the other men, seem determined to control her. I quickly developed an intense dislike of Knox Arnaut, who – without first checking if it was OK – ordered both the drinks and food for Poppy, obviously deciding that a woman was incapable knowing what she wanted (or needed) to eat. He had preceded this massive faux pas with: ““Now, don’t get riled. You’re just too pretty to look tough.”” A compliment or an insult? Maybe both?”. You would think by book three, ex-boyfriend Jake (also on self-appointed Poppy protection duty) would have learned by now – but no chance: ““Your version of loving me makes me less than I am.” Jake didn’t have a response for that. There wasn’t one”. Poppy is a very capable young woman, operating proficiently in a dangerous man’s world. She does not need sexist male bigots making her job more difficult. Consuela makes her presence – and dislike of moustaches – known loud and clear: “Consuela suffered from situational deafness. Right now, she was definitely deaf. Or maybe she couldn’t hear me above her own growls”. This dog has a character so much bigger than her diminutive size would suggest. I am surprised she doesn’t have her own Facebook page, with thousands of adoring fans. As always with Julie Mulhern books, the writing is excellent and very witty (“There were two of everything. And, if I tilted my head, there were four. … He ran for the door. Both of him”). The plot may be slightly far-fetched – with so many dead, surely a state of emergency would be called – but that is all part of the fun of a Poppy Fields story. A bit of romance, some New Orleans voodoo, danger and excitement – what more could you want? Highly recommended.