"In a charming seaside town, flower shop owner Lacey Pinkerton uses her exceptional sense of smell to sniff out killers! Follow her sleuthing..." Nope. That word made me feel ill. Besides, if she can literally sniff out killers, why is she in a little seaside town instead of doing some real good in a murder capital like Chicago? Barf. These cozy mystery (so-called) assholes want to treat murder like it's a cute little hobby. It isn't. It's fucking murder.
