I stirred my coffee and gazed out the dirt-smeared window next to me. My bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich remained untouched on my plate. The bang and clank of the diner barely entered my consciousness. I shifted on the worn vinyl seat and rested my elbows on the Formica tabletop. My mind should have been on my predicament at work, but instead I was contemplating what to do with
Tab’s finished masterpiece.
The finest looking man I’d ever met—except for Tab, of course—slid into the booth opposite me. I had to drag my attention away from Tab and the legacy he left behind to concentrate on Det. Sergeant Paul Santiago. His dark eyes captured mine, and I smiled against my will. My heart raced a little faster. My reactions to Paul’s attention always caused a wave of guilt to wash over me. My heart belonged to Tab, didn’t it? Why did this man make my hormones go crazy? The answer to that question was obvious. Paul had the same effect on every blasted female he met.
His mouth widened into a grin across his face, a smile that could illuminate a football field. His abundant charm often undid unsuspecting suspects. He swiped his hand across his brow, dislodging a swath of dark brown hair, only to have it fall over the left side of his forehead again. A silver chain bracelet dangled from his wrist. The glimmer reflecting on its polished surfaces from the fluorescent overhead lights caught my eye for a moment.
I shifted my attention away from his jewelry and back to his very handsome face. “Hello, Paul.” My greeting was guarded. I hadn’t forgotten what Calhoun implied. Did I work too closely with Santiago?
A waitress appeared as if by magic at his elbow. “Whatcha having today, Paul?”
He nodded toward my untouched sandwich. “I’ll finish her sandwich. Bring me a cup of coffee, would ya?” He flashed her a megawatt smile. “Thanks, Georgie.” She glowed from his attention, apparently overlooking the fact he was denying her a tip on anything he might have ordered.
I lifted my eyebrows. “I was going to eat that, you know.”
“No, you weren’t. I’ve been watching you for last five minutes. You haven’t even twitched. I know when something’s on your mind. You don’t eat when you’re thinking.”
Really? Did the man know me that well?
Sometimes the end is only the beginning.
Almost a year after her husband dies, Ellie Marston opens the file for Tab’s last manuscript, a thriller so compelling it reads like a true story. His manuscript needs an ending, so Ellie writes the obvious conclusion. The same morning she types The End, her career as an assistant district attorney falls apart. Accused of throwing the high profile Patterson case, she resigns in disgrace. The only friend she has left in the criminal justice system is Det. Paul Santiago, a man she has worked closely with on numerous cases. While she was married to Tab, she squashed her growing feelings for Paul, determined to make her deteriorating marriage work, but circumstances after Tab’s death bring Ellie and Paul together.
Ellie’s paranoia increases as she becomes convinced Patterson is harassing her, certain that someone is searching her belongings for any hidden evidence she might have that would reopen his case. It becomes clear there was a conspiracy to release Patterson. She seeks help from her former co-worker, Presley Sinclair, but soon discovers Presley is deeply involved in the subsequent cover up. Worse yet, Tab’s affair with Presley drew him into the twisted conspiracy as well.
Together Paul and Ellie attempt to uncover the conspiracy in the District Attorney’s office, the set up that forced her to resign. The key to the mystery is hidden in the pages of Tab’s manuscript. Once Paul and Ellie come to the correct conclusion—Tab’s manuscript is a true story and Ellie’s added ending is the only logical outcome—Ellie attempts to reveal Patterson’s hidden partner in the District Attorney’s office, but the co-conspirator she uncovers is not whom she suspects. Danger swirls around her as she steps further and further into the conspirator’s trap.
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Genre – Romantic Suspense
Rating – PG
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