Blair Mallory is a walking talking cliché. She is a blonde, blue-eyed former cheerleader who married her high school boyfriend. After this the cliché goes off on a tangent. She divorced her politically ambitious husband after she caught him kissing her seventeen-year-old sister in the kitchen after Thanksgiving dinner. Other than this minor blip on her radar, Blair has lead a charmed life. With the money from the divorce she bought a red convertible and began a successful fitness centre, Great Bods. She is confident, intelligent, and can still do a back flip fifteen years after high school, so it is no wonder she has picked up a following, even an annoying copycat.
When Blair is the eyewitness to her look-alike’s murder in the center’s parking lot, her charmed life cartwheels out of control. Bad goes to worse when her old flame, Lieutenant Wyatt Bloodsworth, heads up the investigation into the incident.
Wyatt is determined to continue where he left off with Blair. And Blair is determined to make him grovel a bit before she gives in. However, when a series of attempts on Blair’s life raise the question that maybe Blair was the intended victim all along Wyatt races to identify the culprit before it’s too late.
Somehow the incongruous pairing of murder and cheerleading is a combustible witty combination. To Die For is something of a departure from Linda Howard previous style of writing. Told in first person point of view does not diminish this book in anyway. On the contrary I don’t believe it would have worked from any other way. The lead character Blair flips her way out of trouble time and time again with a witty, intelligent, and wry sense of her world. Linda Howard has done it again.