A college drop-out and amateur sleuth must solve the murder of her stepbrother with a mysterious and hot detective.
After the death of her stepbrother in a St. Louis casino, investigative journalist Andy Miller teams up with a detective with multiple aliases to find out who murdered her brother and why. But Andy doesn't trust her new partner.Hugh Donaldson plays by his own rules. His tortured past keeps him from revealing the truth of his identity to Andy, no matter how much he wants her.When the two are hunted by the mafia, they must learn to trust each other, track down clues, and try not to fall in love.
Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Women SleuthsMy sales were really strong when it first came out, but I had a cover switch and it kind of tanked my sales. I'd love to do a new cover with a new language.
Men lie. They lie about how many women they've been with, their alcohol tolerance, and the size of their, uh, paycheck. Which was exactly what Jack, sitting across from Andy Miller, was lying about.
He tapped his coffee mug with the tip of his finger, stretching his lean body against the booth at Ronney Dell's. “Ninety grand this year alone,” he claimed.
Closer to fifty grand, according to his secretary. Though maybe he was taking into account all the vehicles he had sabotaged before fixing which weren't on the books.
But Andy didn’t contradict him. Instead, she demurely batted her lashes and smiled into her shoulder. “Ninety grand,” she cooed, snapping her gum. “I don't believe it!” she said.
And that was the truth.
Andy brushed back the bleached wig of her “Mary Lou” persona covering her natural brown hair. Brown as the Mississippi mud, her dad always said. She fingered a necklace just above the plunging neckline of a tank top and Daisy Dukes combo. Oh, the depths she sank to for a story. But to avenge poor, old Mrs. Wheyland, it was worth it.
“It's been all this overtime, you know.” He gave her a crusty smile. It had been too long since he'd seen the inside of the toothpaste cap.
“Are you going in to work tonight?”
She wanted one more peek at Jack's books. Something was amiss, something more than the sabotage. After doing some research on how much small repair shops made, she wanted to recalculate the figures.
“I'm just about to finish up your BMW. Want to come?”
She nodded. “Watching you work gives me such a thrill.”
Andy smiled in anticipation of sharing all seventeen of Jack's dishonest dealings with her ten thousand Twitter followers @BakersDozen.
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Already translated.
Translated by Aida Valverde
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Author review: Easy to work with! Met deadlines! |
