Happy Friday everybody!
Beginning:
The car swerved, and my stomach lurched. I was in danger of losing my religion. Or maybe just my breakfast. It was a toss-up at this point.Friday 56:
Detective Rosenthal scrambled to his feet and held out his business card. "Ms. Cruz, don't leave town. You are still a person of interest in this case."
A serial killer picked the wrong single mom to frame for murder.
My name is Celia Saber, and I need one more thing on my to-do list, like I need a hole in the head. I already work 60 hours a week and clean up life messes from my adult twin sons.
Now - I'm the prime suspect in my ex-husband's murder.
To clear my name - I need help from my sexy summer fling who looks like The Rock's body double. The last time I saw Flint Mendota? I acted like a brazen hussy, then ghosted him.
Fun!
We might get a second chance at romance during a road trip from hell. But when a serial killer has you in their sights, dating over 40 can be deadly.
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