Ruth Harris's DIAMONDS ARE FOR NOW — Overage and (slightly) overweight, she's a (very) reluctant heroine.
I was afraid of guns, hated knives.I was untrained in karate and other widely-hyped self-defense techniques.
My only athletic experience had been on the field hockey team back during my boarding school days and it had been a long time since I’d even ridden a bike.
I was overage and (slightly) overweight. I was at the stage where my doctor was making ominous noises about cholesterol counts and colonoscopies.
I, office-bound and out of shape, was supposed to rescue my mega macho ex-cop husband, Ralph, world-famous adventurer-bestselling author, Hoad Powell, and bring down a Very Bad Guy in the process?
Really?I didn’t see how.
Even trying would be reckless and irresponsible of me and, although I might be a lot of things, I’m definitely not the adventure-taking, thrill-seeking type. Doing laundry without adding fabric softener was about as much risk as I was willing to take.
Then I thought about the people who were depending on me, starting — but not ending — with George Profett and Profett Publishing. The new Hoad Powell thriller was an annual publishing event, one that created jobs, funded raises and Christmas bonuses for the company’s editors, art directors, production, advertising, promotion, publicity, legal, and accounting staffs.
Besides, there were bookstores, their owners, and their sales staffs, the truckers who would deliver the hot-off-the-press new copies of Diamond Reef around the country, the printers and binders who manufactured the actual books.
Plus the actors, directors, and producers who would make the movie that was sure to follow, and the dozens of foreign publishers all over the world and their readers.
Add in the Garrard Agency drifting uneasily as its founder seemed to be fading away and its heir struggled to come to terms with new, unfamiliar responsibilities. What if the money and the prestige that came with a reliably-profitable client like Hoad Powell stopped flowing? What would happen to Steve and Jay? And what about the agents, among the very best in the business, who relied on the structure, support and prestige the Garrard Agency provided?
And not forgetting an entire industry trying uncertainly to transition between the traditional mode of publishing and the on-coming reality of digital publishing.
Last but not at all least, what about Makins-Weston? Julia and I had worked so hard for so many years to build a creditable business. Was I going to let down my best friend and partner?
Was I going to just give up and quit now that new obstacles were piling up daily?
Well, was I?
"A fun mystery! This was my first read by the author, and it’s easy to see why Ruth Harris has sold millions of copies of her books. Diamonds Are For Now is a fun mystery, written with wit and intelligence. I enjoyed the well-drawn characters, the interesting locales, and how the story unfolded. This won’t be the last I read by her." —Reader Review
"Loved every page!"
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My only athletic experience had been on the field hockey team back during my boarding school days and it had been a long time since I’d even ridden a bike.
I was overage and (slightly) overweight. I was at the stage where my doctor was making ominous noises about cholesterol counts and colonoscopies.
I, office-bound and out of shape, was supposed to rescue my mega macho ex-cop husband, Ralph, world-famous adventurer-bestselling author, Hoad Powell, and bring down a Very Bad Guy in the process?
Really?I didn’t see how.
Even trying would be reckless and irresponsible of me and, although I might be a lot of things, I’m definitely not the adventure-taking, thrill-seeking type. Doing laundry without adding fabric softener was about as much risk as I was willing to take.
Then I thought about the people who were depending on me, starting — but not ending — with George Profett and Profett Publishing. The new Hoad Powell thriller was an annual publishing event, one that created jobs, funded raises and Christmas bonuses for the company’s editors, art directors, production, advertising, promotion, publicity, legal, and accounting staffs.
Besides, there were bookstores, their owners, and their sales staffs, the truckers who would deliver the hot-off-the-press new copies of Diamond Reef around the country, the printers and binders who manufactured the actual books.
Plus the actors, directors, and producers who would make the movie that was sure to follow, and the dozens of foreign publishers all over the world and their readers.
Add in the Garrard Agency drifting uneasily as its founder seemed to be fading away and its heir struggled to come to terms with new, unfamiliar responsibilities. What if the money and the prestige that came with a reliably-profitable client like Hoad Powell stopped flowing? What would happen to Steve and Jay? And what about the agents, among the very best in the business, who relied on the structure, support and prestige the Garrard Agency provided?
And not forgetting an entire industry trying uncertainly to transition between the traditional mode of publishing and the on-coming reality of digital publishing.
Last but not at all least, what about Makins-Weston? Julia and I had worked so hard for so many years to build a creditable business. Was I going to let down my best friend and partner?
Was I going to just give up and quit now that new obstacles were piling up daily?
Well, was I?
"A fun mystery! This was my first read by the author, and it’s easy to see why Ruth Harris has sold millions of copies of her books. Diamonds Are For Now is a fun mystery, written with wit and intelligence. I enjoyed the well-drawn characters, the interesting locales, and how the story unfolded. This won’t be the last I read by her." —Reader Review
"Loved every page!"Amazon/Kindle
iBooks
BN/Nook
Kobo
GooglePlay
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