By Kate Carlisle
FIRST IN a brand new SERIES!
In the beach city of Lighthouse Cove in northern California, we all know the simplest guy for the task is de facto a woman—contractor Shannon Hammer. yet whereas Shannon can do wonders with an influence drill and a bit elbow grease, she's approximately to find that a few difficulties aren't so simply fixed....
Shannon's home-renovation and service enterprise is booming, yet her love existence wishes paintings. On a blind date with actual property agent Jerry Saxton, she has to whip out a couple of pliers to maintain Jerry from getting too fingers on. Shannon is worked up to place her rotten date in the back of her, but if Jerry's stumbled on useless in a run-down Victorian domestic that she's been employed to revive, the town's appealing new police leader suspects that her threats can have laid the basis for murder.
Determined to transparent her identify, Shannon conducts her personal investigation—with assistance from her 4 top neighbors, her eccentric father, a nosy neighbor or , and a good-looking crime author who's simply moved to city. yet as they catch up with to prying out the murderer's id, Shannon is viciously attacked. Now she'll need to nail down the truth—or prove in everlasting foreclosure....
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All surface details—the long lanky figure, the minor public-school tie, the pipe—abet this impression. He sat with his head back, the pipe held out in front of him, and an expression of annoyance on his swarthy face. I remember being at a dance once, at which Andy, then aged twenty, was squiring a romantic young lady aged eighteen. I remember passing a balcony where the two were talking on a romantic summer night: the young lady remarking on a fine yellow moon, and Andy proceeding to give her a long scientific explanation as to why it was yellow.
Tess asked quickly. “To Mrs. Logan. ” We shook our heads. “Mrs. Logan is Welsh,” said Clarke. “Or at least so I should judge from her Christian name, which is Gwyneth. She is much younger than her husband; extremely attractive physically; and not, I should have thought, of the temperament to enjoy this. But she seems keen to go. And in any case”—here a 41 curious smile spread across Clarke’s face, showing teeth as white and strong as a dog’s—“I think her husband will persuade her to go. Logan himself you will like.
Then, with a solemnity matching Andy’s own, she reached out and tweaked his nose. ” “And when I say ‘anything wrong with it,’” continued Tess, “don’t pretend to misunderstand. You know perfectly well I don’t mean anything wrong with the roof or the drains. ” “Sit down,” said Andy. ” The fading sunset light was full on Andy’s face as he blinked round. It seemed to me that his eyes under thick eyebrows that almost met in the middle, moved away; they assumed a kind of bursting stolidity. He sniffed.