Dena Roman needs closure. Three months ago her sister's murdered body was found in the California desert.When a second body is found at the same site, Dena jeopardizes her public relations position to go undercover and investigate. But falling for the main suspect isn't part of her plan.
Published: September 15th, 2013
Dena Roman needs closure. Three months ago her sister's murdered body was found in the California desert.When a second body is found at the same site, Dena jeopardizes her public relations position to go undercover and investigate. But falling for the main suspect isn't part of her plan.
Zeke Cabrera needs help. He sold a portion of his family's Three C's Estates to keep his citrus farm afloat, but when bodies are unearthed on the site, he's suspected of murder. Help comes in the form of a communications expert who makes all the difference in his life and business--and in his heart.
Amidst an attack on her life and run-ins with a cantankerous foreman, Dena digs for the truth, even as she forms a strong bond with Zeke. But can their newly found love survive all the deep secrets at Three C's Estates?
EXCERPT
“Someone shot at me!” Dena rushed toward him. Her bottom lip trembled. “Who…who would do that?”
Terror was written across her face. He reached out a hand, drew it back. “Are you hurt? Where did it happen?”
“Just after I drove onto your private road—”
“What? Wait a minute.” He grabbed her elbow and eased her into a chair. She dropped a coat hanger of clothes, a pair of high heels, her purse and laptop onto the foyer floor.
“I’m a bit shaky, but I’m not hurt,” Dena mumbled, and lowered her head to almost between her knees.
“I get water,” Irma said, and hurried to the kitchen.
“Tell me exactly what happened.” Zeke kneeled on the tile floor beside her and stroked the top of her arm.
She raised her head. “There’s a hole in the side of my car. I…I could have…could have been killed. Two shots.” She raised two fingers then took in a huge gulp of air.
Zeke took the water glass from Irma.
“Sip it,” he said to Dena, and held the glass to her lips. “You’ve had an awful shock.” He turned his head. “Grab my phone, please, Irma.”
Irma returned a couple of minutes later and handed him his BlackBerry. He still hadn’t made much sense of Dena’s ramblings.
“Who would try to kill me?” Dena asked again. She took the glass from him and drained it.
Irma bustled over and retrieved it.
“I’ve no idea. But we’ll find out.”
Robena Grant writes contemporary romance about women who are thrust into extraordinary circumstances. Travel and discovering new places and customs brings her great pleasure, and she often includes these discoveries in her stories. She is Australian by birth, lives in Southern California, and has two grown children.
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