I’ll be honest with you. When you run a catering hall with a father who’s a mobster trying to go straight, things can get a little dicey.

Anyway, about my day. I wake up every morning thanking the universe that I’m in Astoria, Queens, and not Palm Beach, Florida, where my cheating husband disappeared with his mistress, and I got pegged as a “person of interest” in said disappearance by the police. Lucky for me – but not so much for his girlfriend – a boat washed up with her body in it, and I was off the hook when the police declared Adam presumed dead by drowning.

I usually have breakfast with my nonna – that’s Italian for “grandma” – who lives downstairs in the two-family house I share with her. Nonna is a piece of work, lol. Her body keeps shrinking – she’s about four-feet-something by now – but her personality sure doesn’t. It’s not for nothing her family nickname is The Little Mussolini. Even my dad, her own son, is kinda scared of her, and he’s about the size of one of those California Redwood trees. (Never been to CA; it’s on my bucket list.) But Nonna and I love each other to pieces. She’s basically a mother to me, especially since my own super self-involved mother lives in Italy with her deported second husband.

Once I get to work at Belle View Banquet Manor, with its lovely view of the Flushing Bay – and the LaGuardia Airport runway – I tend to business and give tours that I hope entice people to hold their weddings / Sweet Sixteens / anniversaries / Bar or Bat Mitzvahs / funeral luncheons at our welcoming establishment. If I’ve heard the joke, “You’re making me an offer I can’t refuse” once, I’ve heard it a bazillion times. But hey, if this place goes belly up, Dad’ll be back doing things he can’t tell me about, so I grit my teeth and laugh like it’s the first time I ever heard that Mob cliché.

On some days, I take a break and go visit my brother Positano “Posi” Carina at the Triborough Correctional Facility, a minimum-security prison where he’s finishing a sentence for stealing luxury sports cars and selling them to rich people in China. Posi is incredibly good-looking. He’s always trying to get me to post pictures of him with the hashtag “AnotherHotConvict.” See, there was this criminal whose mugshot was so hot that after he did his time, he wound up with a modeling career and a billionaire girlfriend. He’s Posi’s hero, annoying as I find that. But I love my bro because he’s got a good heart, even if he spends half our time together admiring his own reflection in the visiting room windows.

When you run a catering hall, you spend a lot of nights there working parties, so after a visit to Posi, I’ll grab a cab or a rideshare back to Belle View. I don’t drive, so a lot of times I get rides from my friend Jamie Boldano, who’s the son of my dad’s boss, Donny Boldano. Jamie refused to go into the family “business,” so he’s driving for an app called Pick You Up while he puts himself through graduate school to become a therapist. Smart career for a mob boss’s son. No joke. I mean it. When your family’s in “the Life,” you end up with some interesting baggage. Jamie and I grew up together, so we share a bond only kids who grew up like we did can relate to. We may or may not move out of the Friend Zone into a romantic relationship. Jamie’s got a girlfriend and I’m still skittish after my disastrous marriage.

Yeah, being home again, living with Nonna, working with Dad – it’s all good. All I have to do is keep Dad from getting into trouble, or make sure trouble doesn’t find him.

Uh oh. I just got a call from the Belle View employee supervising a bachelor party in the Bay Ballroom. They wheeled in the jump-out cake, but the stripper the groom hired never jumped out of it.

I got a bad feeling about this. A very bad feeling. . .


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Here Comes the Body is the first book in the NEW “Catering Hall” cozy mystery series, released February 25, 2020.

After her philandering husband’s boat went down, newly single Mia Carina went back to Astoria, the bustling Queens neighborhood of her youth. Living with her nonna and her oversized cat, Doorstop, she’s got a whole new life—including some amateur sleuthing . . .

Mia is starting work at Belle View, her father’s catering hall, a popular spot for weddings, office parties, and more—despite the planes that occasionally roar overhead on their way to LaGuardia and rattle the crystal chandelier. Soon she’s planning a bachelor party for a less-than-gentlemanly groom. But it goes awry when the gigantic cake is wheeled in and a deadly surprise is revealed . . .

Since some of her family’s associates are on the shady side, the NYPD wastes no time in casting suspicion on Mia’s father. Now, Mia’s going to have to use all her street smarts to keep him out of Rikers Island . . .

Italian recipes included!

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About the author
Maria DiRico is the pen name of mystery author Ellen Byron, who is first-generation Italian American on her mother’s side. Mardi Gras Murder, the fourth book in Ellen’s bestselling Cajun Country Mystery series, won the 2018 Agatha Award for Best Contemporary Novel. The series has also won multiple Best Humorous Mystery Lefty awards. Fun fact: she worked as cater-waiter for Martha Stewart, a credit she never tires of sharing. Maria/Ellen loves to translate what she learned from Martha into recipes for her books.

To learn more about Ellen, visit her website at ellenbyron.com.

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