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Rose Strickland is having a blue Christmas. Her friend is arrested for attempted murder, her sexy bad guy crush is marked by a hit man, and her boss is locked in an epic smackdown with a rival diner. Determined to save those she loves, Rose embarks on an investigation more tangled than a box of last year's tree lights. With her eclectic gang at the ready, Rose stumbles across dead bodies, ex-cons, chop shops, jealous girlfriends, jilted lovers, and a gaggle of strippers in a battle for freedom she might not survive.
Excerpt:
As I made my way to my father’s study, I dug my phone out of my purse and glanced at the screen.
“Hey, Dane. Any news about Janelle?” I shut the office door behind me, closing out the chatter and the Christmas carols as interpreted by a string quartet.
“Sorry to interrupt your evening,” he said.
I walked past my dad’s enormous desk, to the medical books lining the shelves and let my fingers trail over the spines. “I’m at my parents’ Christmas party. Interruptions are welcome.”
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Rose Strickland is having a blue Christmas. Her friend is arrested for attempted murder, her sexy bad guy crush is marked by a hit man, and her boss is locked in an epic smackdown with a rival diner. Determined to save those she loves, Rose embarks on an investigation more tangled than a box of last year's tree lights. With her eclectic gang at the ready, Rose stumbles across dead bodies, ex-cons, chop shops, jealous girlfriends, jilted lovers, and a gaggle of strippers in a battle for freedom she might not survive.
Excerpt:
As I made my way to my father’s study, I dug my phone out of my purse and glanced at the screen.
“Hey, Dane. Any news about Janelle?” I shut the office door behind me, closing out the chatter and the Christmas carols as interpreted by a string quartet.
“Sorry to interrupt your evening,” he said.
I walked past my dad’s enormous desk, to the medical books lining the shelves and let my fingers trail over the spines. “I’m at my parents’ Christmas party. Interruptions are welcome.”
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