As it turns out, the best gift I ever received was the Seaside Cove Bed & Breakfast I inherited from my grandfather, a man I only knew as Captain Jack. Of course, my wife, Marquetta, would probably say, “Rick Atwood, you know perfectly well the best gift you ever received was your daughter, Alex.” The thing is, now that Alex has discovered she has a fascination with solving murders, I’m not so sure she’s the best gift (she’s giving me way too many gray hairs!) The worst gift, however, is one Marquetta and I can both agree on, and that’s our town mayor’s blessing to have me consult with the police.

Marla Vail says, I love the set of lock picks I got for one of my birthdays. The worst? A set of reindeer antlers on a headband. I don’t do costumes. It would ruin my hair.

After my divorce, when no one else would hire me, the best gift was when my boss, Harlan Endicott, said: “Sarah Blair, I’ll give you a job.” In some ways, as I had no office skills, that was also my worst gift. 

Hi, Savannah Webb, here. I own a glass shop in downtown St. Petersburg, Florida. The best gift I’ve ever received was a copy of LITTLE WOMEN by Louisa May Alcott when I was ten years old. It was the first book that was all my own and started a lifetime reading habit. The worst present I ever received was a box of stale cookies from my sister. They were too hard to eat! We hung them on the Christmas Tree!

The worst gift that I (Nina Fleet from the Georgia B&B Mystery series) ever received was a putter for Christmas from my then-husband, Cameron. He’s a professional golfer, and while I admire his talent on the links, I have no desire to play, myself. The best gift was my divorce settlement that allowed me to buy the Queen Anne home in Cymbeline, Georgia, which I turned into a cozy bed-and-breakfast inn. 

Easy one for me! Thes best gift I (Tabby Winslow from A Magic Candle Shop Mysteries) ever received is the locket my boyfriend gave me. Don’t tell him, but I love it even more than the engagement ring. I’d swear it is imbued with a calming ability because that’s what happens when I touch it. As for the worst gift, years ago someone left a dead chicken at our back door. It stunk to high heaven. Worse, it made Mom and Auntie O lose color in their faces.

 Well, this is an easy question. The worst gift I ever received was at the beginning of the first book in the Anastasia Pollack Crafting Mysteries when I inherited my deceased husband’s loan shark and debt equal to the GNP of Uzbekistan. Being the classic clueless wife, I had no idea of either. The best gift I ever received was when Zachary Barnes walked into my life.