Maui wedding planner Pali Moon signs up one last client before taking a few months off. This one’s not going to be easy, though. The couple insists the nuptials take place on Moloka’i—a place Pali hasn’t been in over 25 years. But Pali figures, why not? After all, the island is part of Maui County, so it’s well within bounds of her “Let’s Get Maui’d” business zone.

Getting vendors and top-quality supplies to the remote location may prove a bit tricky, but Pali’s never shirked from a challenge. The logistics prove difficult, but the bride’s downright insufferable. Pali relishes everything Moloka’i has to offer—the mule ride, the hot bread, the solitude—but by the time it’s over, a man is dead and Pali’s left wishing she’d never agreed to this “one for the road” wedding in the first place.

It's Halloween night in Lahaina, Maui, and the Mardi Gras of the Pacific is in full swing. But wedding planner Pali Moon isn't in costume--she's on a mission. A bridesmaid has vanished and Pali's canvassing Front Street, ducking into every overcrowded waterfront watering hole hoping to spot a girl with long red hair and a lingerie model's figure. No luck. Back at her car, Pali opens the door and finds the remnants of a bizarre trick or treat stunt. Turns out, Halloween in Lahaina isn't just a night for island high-jinx, it's also a night for vengeance.

About the Author

JoAnn Bassett grew up in Seattle, but always preferred palm trees to pine trees. She ran a business and raised a son, always hoping that someday a day at the beach would be an everyday event. In 1996, she and her husband bought a home on Maui, and the dream became a reality.