You wouldn't think a series about a couple octogenarians could be so enthralling. But these Southern Sisters manage to keep the reader's eyes glued to the pages in order to figure out the 'who done it' before reaching the end of the book. Congrats to Miranda James on another exciting page turner. ( )

Dickce and An'gel Ducote, southern ladies of impeccable behaviour (with al ot of snarkiness thrown in) are visiting a cousin for her granddaughter's wedding. Things go from bad to deadly when the cousin passes out and the bride-to-be is murdered.

The sisters are on the hunt for one or two or several killers, along with their trusty dog Peanut and sly Abyssinian Endora. Money is always a good excuse, but in this case, is it the real reason?

The second book in the Southern Ladies mystery does not disappoint. ( )

Dead With The Wind is the second book in the A Southern Ladies Mystery series.

Another enjoyable read from Miranda James.

An'gel and Dickce Ducote and Benjy, their ward, are off to visit with their cousin, Mirelle in Louisiana. They haven't seen Mirelle, or her daughter, Jacqueline, for a few years and also to attend the wedding of Sondra, Mirelle's granddaughter.

Quickly they begin to have their regrets, as Sondra is very spoiled and rude to her grandmother and mother. The housekeeper, Estelle is much better. Estelle tells an old tale of a young lady was swept to her death by the wind on the eve of her wedding. On the eve of Sondra's wedding, she tears up her heirloom wedding gown and throws the pieces down to the first floor in front of everyone. She then meets an untimely death in much the same fashion the housekeeper was relating.

Only An'gel and Dickce are of the mind that Sondra was murdered and begin to do their own investigation of the tragic event.

The book has a very interesting and believable cast of characters. One will want to take Mirelle and her family and give them a good shake and tell them to wake up. As in the first book An'gel and Dickce are absolutely adorable. I want to give them a hug, a kiss on the cheek and say: “Go for it, ladies”.

Will certainly be watching for the next book in this delightful series. ( )

Her grandmother Mireille sat quietly on a sofa near the fireplace. " My grandmother and my mother wore that dress on their wedding days. I wore it and so did your mother. I simply thought tradition might mean something to you. " She sighed heavily. "You might have mentioned this earlier since we've had the dress altered to fit you. Three days before your wedding is hardly the time to go looking for a suitable dress. Surely you understand how difficult that's going to be."

An 'gel needed only one swift glance at her cousin to detect the strained expression, the weary set of her shoulders, and a general air of exhaustion. Though Mireille was eight years younger than An 'gel, at the moment she appeared a decade older.