Nikki’s friend Isabel agreed to cater the wedding—before she learned that the groom was her cheating lover. After the ceremony, Isabel asks Nikki to bring the obnoxious bride another glass of wine. But Nikki finds the new wife sprawled on the floor—murdered. Since the dear departed made enemies easily, there’s a bushel of suspects—many of them close to Nikki. Now, it’s up to her to get to the bottom of what may have been a killer bottle of wine.

Last Call

 Susan Jennings was sprawled on the floor, her half-emptied wine glass on the vanity.
 “That’s what you get for drinking too much too soon at your own wedding and being so awful to my friend,” Nikki said. 
 A wicked thought crossed her mind. Maybe she should leave the drunken wench to sleep off her self-induced high. She could tell everyone that Susan was passed out and wouldn’t be joining the party. That would be pretty rotten.
 Nikki lightly tapped Susan’s face. Something was wrong. Susan wasn’t moving at all. Nikki watched for her chest to rise and fall. No movement. Then she bent over to hear her breathing. Nothing. Finally, she took the bride’s pulse, her own pulse quickening and adrenaline pumping through her.
Nikki dropped Susan’s limp hand as a scream caught in the back of her throat. Susan Jennings Waltman wouldn’t be making a formal entrance to her wedding reception or any type of entrance ever again.
 The bride was dead.