ÉCLAIR AND PRESENT DANGER - Laura Bradford

Though the cozy mystery genre is overrun with them (including some pretty awful ones), I love a good pun for a title - one of the biggest reasons why, when I spotted this first-in-a-series mystery, I wanted to give it a try.  The theme of a young female protagonist who loses her bakery but then inherits an old-fashioned ambulance she turns into an "Emergency Desert Squad" vehicle was pretty appealing, too.  Enter Winnie Johnson, a single midwestern suburbanite who, one morning, discovers the body of her friend and elderly neighbor, Bart Wagner, dead on his kitchen floor, smothered with a pillow just weeks after the death of his beloved wife.  With no confidence in the local police, Winnie - along with another pair of elderly neighbors she counts as her best friends - becomes determined to, along with building up her business, also put away a killer ... all while trying to deal with her ga-ga attraction to a local college professor.  Overall, this book was a huge disappointment that I sort of had to push myself to finish; it reads more like a romance with a secondary mystery side plot that, at times, feels almost forgotten.  There is virtually no police presence in the novel at all, making the book feel unrealistic, and Winnie's constant fluttering breath or sighs or racing heart whenever she thinks of or comes across the professor she meets makes her seem more like a middle-school student than a grown woman.  It's a point that's pushed way too hard in the book - how nervous and giddy the man's attention makes her - but the same can be said about the fact that Winnie lives on Serenity Lane, a street mostly inhabited by senior citizens, who also tend to be Winnie's best friends (it really seemed like the author felt the need to remind us, every so often, that Winnie hangs with seniors).  Also, the idea of building a business out of one ambulance driving one desert at a time across town comes across as an unbelievable business, as well.  When the dots are finally connected and the true motive/killer revealed, I sort of felt that - had all the panting and pining over the love interest and his potential competition been removed - the mystery would have been something Winnie could have solved a hundred pages earlier.  I almost feel guilty being so critical on so many points, but in reading this book it seemed like I was constantly coming across something that seemed silly or contrived, and it's definitely the most non-mystery-feeling mystery I've read in some time.  Sad, because I really, truly wanted to like it.  2/5 stars