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On a sparkling spring morning in the Blue Ridge, small-town realtor Miranda Davis approached the tailgate market, intent on dealing with her whimsical cousin Skip’s unexpected arrival from New York. It turns out that Skip was on the run, and in his panic, grabbed his beloved tabby Duffy, recalling that Miranda had a recent part in solving a case down in Carolina.

Addy Corwin is a florist with an attitude. A bad attitude, or so her mama says, ’cause she's not looking for a man. Mama's wrong. Addy has looked. There's just not much to choose from in Hannah, her small Alabama hometown. Until Brand Dalvahni shows up, a supernaturally sexy, breathtakingly well-built hunk of a warrior from - well, not from around here, that's for sure. Mama thinks he might be European or maybe even a Yankee. Brand says he's from another dimension.

Gessie Chapel is making a name for herself as a songwriter in Nashville. Her latest client is an up-and-coming band who hopes one of Gessie's songs will put them on the country charts. But when Gessie arrives at the band's rehearsal studio and finds the lead singer for the group lying in a pool of blood, she becomes entangled in a web of emotional blackmail, jealousy, and greed. It's up to Gessie to find out who killed the band's lead singer because the investigator has decided Gessie is his prime suspect.

Gessie Chapel has left a bad relationship and her career as a software engineer in California behind to pursue her love of music. As a budding singer/songwriter, Gessie is now busking in Nashville. When she meets an up-and-coming country star named Cole Trammel, Gessie finds herself drawn to the man and makes it her mission to prove he is innocent in the murder of his friend. Will Gessie find the murderer and a relationship with the charming country singer, or will the handsome Nashville detective, Dax Warner, have something to say about that?

I knew all about Wyatt Evans from watching the revolving door of females exiting his dorm room every weekend. He was a bad boy. And I'd kept my distance. I was too good. Too boring. Too inexperienced to ever consider dating him. Now, it was the last semester of senior year. I was interning at a local magazine. There was one position open post graduation. The competition was fierce and I wanted it. Even if it was for a sex columnist and my experience was severely limited. How limited? I was practically a virgin.

It started as a bet in a tropical casino poker parlor and ended as the adventure of the lifetime for two novice sailors. Pat Taylor and Tracy Palmer never dreamed when they set out on a boat-buying mission that they’d end up with a magnificent vessel like The Lady Anne, a two-year-old Clarriage Sixty-Eight worth three million dollars. But that’s what happened, and when they set out on their maiden voyage, the odyssey that awaited them was both wonderful and deadly.

Like most people, Bud Palmer felt this was just another day. Though the era was drawing to a close, he assumed his life as a sports columnist in the subtropics, in keeping with the benign fifties itself, would go on as predictable as ever. But that particular autumn morning he was thrust into a caper that was totally beyond him, forced him to leave Miami and take the train to Manhattan, and suddenly found everything in this restless "Big Apple" was up for grabs, on the brink, at a dicey turning point.