LIAR, LIAR

A private eye searches for a suspect while her mother tries to find her a man.

If Caterina “Cat” DeLuca learned one thing in her divorce, it’s how to catch a cheater. Now older and wiser, Cat has her own agency, Pants on Fire, that aims to catch other trespassing spouses. When yet another teary wife shows up in Cat’s office, she has no qualms about taking the case. Little does she suspect that the woman, Rita Polansky, may have something entirely different on her mind than her cheating husband. Cat is following said hunky husband, Chance Savino, into a building when both are victims of a bomb attack the FBI maintains was really a gas leak. Cat winds up in the hospital with a concussion, putting her mental state into question and forcing a sanity intervention from her family and Father Timothy. Unfortunately, this is just another roadblock in a case that she considers barely open, since she can’t find Chance’s body in the wreckage or at the morgue. The FBI insists that he’s dead, but Cat keeps (deliciously) running into him lurking in the corners as she continues her investigation of the bomb. At least Cat’s family is on her side, or what they consider her side. Her mother cooks up a storm, her brother Rocco all but moves into her house and her Uncle Joey intimates that his mob connections are at her service.

Fans of Jennifer Crusie will appreciate Larsen’s debut, full of breezy comebacks and characters that come off the page.