No One Was Supposed to Die at This Wedding: A Novel (The Vacation Mysteries, 2)

The second in a witty, USA Today bestselling series following author Eleanor Dash as she goes from wedding guest to murder mystery investigator at her best friend’s wedding on Catalina Island.
Attending your best friend’s wedding should be a piece of (wedding) cake, but not for Eleanor Dash, bestselling author of the Vacation Mysteries series. Because murder seems to follow her every time she goes on vacation and is definitely her uninvited plus-one to the special occasion.
Emma Wood, Eleanor’s best friend since childhood, is starring in the movie adaptation of When in Rome, Eleanor’s first novel. Emma is also marrying Fred Winters, a major movie star and Emma’s co-star, who just happens to be playing Connor Smith, Eleanor’s ex and leading man of the series.
Filming wraps and they invite the whole cast and crew to their wedding at nearby Catalina Island. There may be a storm headed their way—because of course there is—but nothing will stop their nuptials . . . that is until Emma receives a note that says “Someone is going to die at the wedding.”
Eleanor is a professional at this point, and she’ll do everything she can to uncover the murderer so true love can prevail . . . before it’s too late for her and the rest of the storm-trapped wedding party.
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Community Reviews

Eleanor Dash, our sarcastic mystery author-turned-vacation-sleuth, is back—this time at her best friend’s wedding, which is held on a storm-ravaged island because apparently nobody in this series has ever watched a horror movie. We’ve got Hollywood drama, romantic exes, vague death threats, and a murder that feels less "Agatha Christie twisty" and more "Scooby-Doo if the gang had Instagram followers."
Where the first book sparkled with wit, heart, and plot that snapped like a beachy thriller, this one… kind of wandered around the resort in flip-flops trying to remember where it left its mystery. I mean, sure, I love Eleanor and her trademark sass, but even she seemed a little tired. Like, “I’ve solved six murders this year and forgot to pack Advil” tired.
And can we talk about the murders? Because wow, they sure did technically happen. It just didn’t feel like the emotional gut-punch or tightly paced chaos I signed up for. The stakes felt weirdly low for a wedding where folks literally die. I needed drama, not a vaguely ominous game of Clue: Celebrity Edition.
Still, the writing’s clever, the banter is fun, and if you’re already on the Eleanor Dash train, you’ll enjoy the ride—even if this one feels more like a scenic detour than a thrill ride. Here’s hoping book three brings the heat, the mystery, and fewer destination events with a body count.
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