Kiss Me If You Dare (Patricia Amble Mystery Book #3)

Kiss Me If You Dare (Patricia Amble Mystery Book #3)

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by Nicole Young
     
 

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When readers last saw renovator Tish Amble she was running for her life, her boyfriend Brad left wounded and at the mercy of drug lords in northern Michigan. On Brad's advice, Tish heads for Del Gloria, California, to hide out with an old friend of his--professor Denton Braddock. Tish tries to start a normal life, enrolling in college and working on restoring a block

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When readers last saw renovator Tish Amble she was running for her life, her boyfriend Brad left wounded and at the mercy of drug lords in northern Michigan. On Brad's advice, Tish heads for Del Gloria, California, to hide out with an old friend of his--professor Denton Braddock. Tish tries to start a normal life, enrolling in college and working on restoring a block of homes, but her past is catching up with her. Someone is sabotaging her work, and Brad hasn't called in months. Should she return to Michigan to find out what has happened? Or would a homecoming be more painful--and deadly--than she's ready for?

Full of the fast-paced action and nail-biting suspense readers have come to expect from author Nicole Young, Kiss Me If You Dare is the thrilling conclusion to the Patricia Amble Mysteries.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781441203748
Publisher:
Baker Publishing Group
Publication date:
02/01/2009
Series:
Patricia Amble Mystery , #3
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Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
368
Sales rank:
70,145
File size:
456 KB

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Kiss Me If You Dare



By Nicole Young
Baker Books
Copyright © 2009

Nicole Young
All right reserved.



ISBN: 978-0-8007-3159-5



Chapter One In the sweep of the headlights, the house on the hill looked like a gaudy mansion dating from California's gold rush era. I felt a surge of exhilaration. I could imagine the view of the mighty Pacific I'd have in the morning from windows overlooking the cliffs. And the thought of crumbling plaster around the panes got my blood pumping. Digging my teeth into this place would make the perfect distraction.

Chunks of heaving cement led to an old-fashioned carport at one side of the home. The vehicle pulled behind an older model Honda and stopped.

The driver cut the engine and touched my arm. "Despite her appearance, Ms. Rigg helps where she can. Please don't undermine her desire." He held my gaze for an extra beat, an Einstein look-alike with his shaggy white hair and Coke-bottle glasses. The lab-coat look with mix-n-match clothes beneath screamed "permanently out to lunch." He got out of the vehicle and disappeared inside.

Relief swept over me with his departure. We'd been cooped up in the car together on and off for the past seventy-two hours. And while Professor Denton Braddock obviously meant well with his endless stream of words to the wise, I felt like a four-year-old trapped in Mr. Rogers' neighborhood.

A blast of pain shot up my arm. The moist ocean air with its tinge of salt seemed to add to the agony. I rubbed at the bandage that extended from elbow to shoulder, ready for another painkiller. I grabbed at the handle with my good arm and opened the car door.

A single bulb dangled above me in the weathered porch area. Shadows shrank and grew as the stiff breeze sent the light scuttling. I shivered, though the early summer evening was balmy.

I stared at the entry to my newest renovation project and sighed. Fixing up houses and selling them for a profit had been my living for much of the past decade. But I'd intended to make the log cabin back in the deep woods of Michigan my final project. I'd been ready to settle down. Thanks to the redneck mafia, I had to live with Plan B-at least until I could return home and make my dream a reality.

Ahead, warped steps led up to a screen door and into the house. I put a foot on the bottom tread. This was the first time I'd arrived at a renovation empty-handed. No cot. No sleeping bag. No coffeemaker. No tools. No Goodwill bargains. No identification.

Just the clothes on my back. I even had to live under another name while I hid out in Del Gloria. No more Patricia Louise Amble, the name on my birth certificate. I was now Alisha Marie Braddock, the professor's supposed niece visiting from Galveston.

"Why Galveston?" I'd asked him somewhere between Minnesota and Wyoming.

"I like how it sounds."

"I've never been to Galveston," I said.

"Then you can't give any details about your previous life, can you?"

I hated his answer. I'd walked away from great romantic possibilities with Brad back in Rawlings in order to dig into my past. I hadn't felt right starting a relationship when I couldn't give an intelligent account of my ancestry. According to Denton, I was now supposed to brush off any questions that would give clues to my identity.

I scuffed across the porch and through the screen door. It slammed behind me.

Beyond an entryway, I found the kitchen, tall and narrow with cupboards stretching beyond human reach along two walls. A library ladder would have been at home in the galley layout.

Far overhead, two bulbs cast a dim light on the room. The cream-colored walls seemed in perfect condition. The finish on the dark cabinetry shone to a high gloss, without a fingerprint in sight. I ran my hand along a cool stone countertop. Though clearly a replacement, the flawless surface looked original to the home. All in all, a remarkable restoration job.

I crossed my arms and leaned against the counter. When Brad set me up with this hideout, he'd assured me that Denton was offering food and shelter in exchange for my restoration skills. I could only assume the rest of the house, minus the kitchen, needed my expert touch.

The thought of Brad delivered a new dose of pain, starting at my heart and radiating to every limb.

A door swung open at one end of the room.

"Welcome, Miss Braddock," said a woman's voice.

Remembering my name change, I stood to attention at the brisk Irish accent.

"I'm Ms. Rigg." She spoke the title as if Mizz was her given name as she shuffled into the light. "Do you need help with your bags or can you get them yourself?"

Ms. Rigg was a tiny woman wearing a black cotton dress over black socks and black sneakers. White legs poked out beneath her hem with each step. As she drew closer, I realized her small stature could be attributed to a curved spine. The hump on her back rose almost as high as the top of her head.

I tried not to stare. "No. I'm fine. I have no bags."

"Then what about food? You must be hungry."

I focused my mind on my stomach. It growled on cue. "Food would be great. Thanks."

The words seemed to trip a switch. The woman moved with purpose to the stove and lifted the lid on an oversized pot. "Beef stew. The professor's favorite."

Steam billowed as she stirred. The succulent scent of juicy tomatoes and spice filled the air.

"Mmmm. Smells delicious." I liked the thought of a built-in cook during my stay in Del Gloria.

She plopped the lid back and retrieved a stepping stool from a corner of the kitchen. She set it down near the sink, climbed up, and pulled open a cabinet. Even with the added height, she struggled to reach the bowls. At her grunt, I intervened.

"Here. Let me help with those." Just a smidge under six feet, my height came in handy in the restoration business. Those hard-to-reach corners were easy for me. Long arms, long neck, long legs ... I either resembled a supermodel or an ostrich.

The fingers of my good arm barely touched the smooth ceramic bowls before Ms. Rigg swatted me away.

"Don't you be interfering in my kitchen." Her voice rose to shrill peaks. "It's bad enough the professor agreed to take you in. Barely through the door and you think you own the place." Gray hair in a bun shook loose with her anger. "Well, you don't own it yet. Relation or not, you'll not be taking my place in this house."

I recoiled at her words. "I'm sorry. I just meant to help. And please, don't worry about me. I'm not really-"

The far door swung open.

"Alisha."

Professor Braddock strode in. For a moment he seemed strong and decisive, not the awkward nerd-type I'd ridden here with.

He took me by the arm. I winced at the pressure on my bandage.

"I'm showing Alisha to her room. She can help herself to stew later." Denton led me out of the kitchen. We stopped just outside the door.

He turned me toward him, showing no mercy to my wound. "Heed my words. You will not survive if anyone suspects you are not who I say you are."

I shook off his grip. "Sorry." I cradled my arm. "She got so defensive. I didn't want her thinking I was here permanently."

"Perhaps you are here permanently. We won't know for some time." His lips pursed under a bushy moustache as he started to walk. "I warned you about Ms. Rigg. I specifically asked you not to help her."

I hurried to keep up, thinking back to his parting words in the car. "I had no idea she'd be so offended."

He halted at the foot of a grand staircase. "Now you know. Don't help unless she asks."

I stared at a mole on his cheek. Denton certainly offered asylum-as in loony bin, not sanctuary. What had Brad been thinking? When I found the body in my basement two projects ago, the killer had been behind bars within six months. Could I last around here for six months?

I sighed and followed Denton up the stairs. It wasn't as if I had a choice.

(Continues...)




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Meet the Author

Nicole Young has a degree in communications and has earned several awards for speechwriting and presentation. She is a winner of the Noble Award for the Best First Chapter from the American Christian Romance Writers. She is the author of Love Me If You Must and Kill Me If You Can. Young lives with her family in Garden, Michigan.
Nicole Young has a degree in communications and has earned several awards for speechwriting and presentation. She is a winner of the Noble Award for the Best First Chapter from the American Christian Romance Writers. She is the author of Love Me If You Must and Kill Me If You Can. Young lives with her family in Garden, Michigan.

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Deborah_K More than 1 year ago
When I started reading this book, I was totally confused. For some reason, when I finished reading Kill Me If You Can, I thought Brad had died and therefore Tish's romantic life was over. Imagine to my surprise when he came along in this book! This was my fault as I had read the book wrong, but it totally caught me off guard. But in a good way, because I've always enjoyed reading about their relationship. However, that happy relationship has taken a turn for the worse in this book as Brad has pretty much given up the will to live and refuses to see anyone even Tish. I was sad that Tish had to hide away from her family and her friends from the last book. Even though it was to keep her safe, I could understand how hard it was to not be in contact with those you love. Denton kept getting on my nerves by the way he kept treating Tish. I mean he doesn't get her anything to take a shower or much less even the time to do so, and then he complains that she smells. I wanted to smack him and run out of the car! I know he was trying to protect her but his attitude was just very condescending. I really enjoyed reading about the class competing to fix up the houses. Even though I'm not good at doing this, I really love reading about redecorating houses so anytime Tish gets the urge to start renovating, I'm hooked. The mystery behind who's sabotaging Tish is done very well and there are lots of twists and turns and surprises along the way. This book however feels more suspense than mystery and it gets very fast paced from the middle of the book until the end. There is a scene at the end that is very touching and it explains a lot about Tish, her family and why she is the way she is. I'm sad the series is over as I've enjoyed Tish's adventures and I wish we could read more about her. This book does tie up everything and it brings all the story lines to a close. This has been an excellent series by Nicole Young and I will be eagerly looking forward to her next book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great story, I loved the series and by the time I'd finished the last book I felt like I had bid farewell to some good friends!  The only gripes I had were that the start of each book were a little slow,  although they certain got into full swing.  I also found the cheesy religious stuff a bit cringe worthy.  Not only that but,  as much as I did like Tish, it got to a point where you couldn't turn a page without a tear in her eye  or sobbing uncontrollably! I know she'd been through the mill a bit but seriously!  Man up! Other than that I loved it!
whiteduck7 More than 1 year ago
Kiss Me If You Dare was really surprising. So glad Tish and Brad were together in the end. Very glad the loose ends were tied up so nicely, and justice was served. This book showed real courage, and true love. Highly recommend this book, and the entire series. Bravo Nicole Young! 
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Thoughtfullty done mystery. Goes beyond a typical plot to explore a timely issue with grace and honesty.
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I read all three books in that many days. Liked the characters and the story line.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Clean love & mystery story with morals! Wishing for more books from this author!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I think the ending was a good. It wrpped up the whole series. I was so happy for her. I recommend this book 100%
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JoHuddleston More than 1 year ago
Everything from "who shot who," why hasn't Brad called, who pushed Jane off the cliff, just who is Tish's benefactor, who left Tish stranded overnight on a housetop, and who committed arson are only part of the riveting suspense in Kiss Me If You Dare. Only close to the last pages may you guess the ending.
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Great ending to the series!!
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