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Winter wonderland, my ass.
The stinging wind whipped at Emma's exposed cheeks and brought tears to her eyes. Lowering her head, she trudged around the enormous mounds of black snow piled along the curb, searching for a semisafe path to the sidewalk. Finding none, she grabbed a parking meter and hauled herself over the smallest of the soot-encrusted icebergs. Some people would go to any lengths for their morning cup of java, and she was one of them.
As she yanked open the door to Chapters and Verse, the "Spring Movement" of Vivaldi's Four Seasons greeted her. Someone had a really warped sense of humor. Or hoped the power of positive thinking could affect weather patterns. Still, the music held a reminder that the harsh realities of early February in Philadelphia would eventually give way to sunshine and flowers come late March. Maybe. Last year they'd suffered through one of their worst blizzards ever the first week in April.
Emma shivered, thoughts of daffodils and crocuses quickly replaced by the chill rippling through her damp body. Shaking the moisture from her hair, she deposited her coat on a chair in the café, then headedfor the coffee bar.
"Morning," said the barista. "The usual?"
With her morning shot of caffeine and sugar in hand, Emma trolled the stacks of books, occasionally pulling a volume from the shelves and sliding it under her arm. She needed the predictability of this daily routine. It helped her get through the rest of the day. Every day.
Why the hell do I stay?
If she had any courage, she'd leave. Sell the house. Move away. Start over. But she couldn't leave, and her reasons had little to do with a lack of courage. Life in Emmaville was just too damn complex. One part guilt, one part masochism. But how could she leave the only tangible reminder she had of life before everything had turned to shit?
So she stayed, losing herself in work that at least gave her the satisfaction of knowing her efforts helped others. She pushed herself each day until exhaustion overcame her and she fell into nightmare-riddled sleep. Tomorrow morning the cycle would repeat itself. I'm a twenty-first-century Sisyphus, eternally damned to live out an unending punishment for my sins. Not that she had a clue as to whatever sin first condemned her years before, but she'd certainly committed a whopper since then. Whether a sin of omission or commission, it hardly mattered. The result was the same.
Still, what would be the harm in a short escape? She deserved that much, didn't she? Emma closed her eyes and conjured up a distant memory of a sunkissed Adriatic coastline. Hell, why not? She opened her eyes and headed for the travel section.
Logan Crawford's mind kept drifting back to the events of last night, an evening definitely not worth remembering. Even her name escaped him. Normally it wouldn't have mattered, but this time he was saddled with Candi-Randi-Bambi-whatever-the-hell-her-name-was for the length of his stay in Philadelphia. As head of the city's redevelopment office, she was his official escort-slash-liaison, the person assigned to make certain he chose the City of Brotherly Love as the East Coast site for his corporate headquarters. And last night Candi-Randi-Bambi, a woman who wore her ambition emblazoned across her surgically augmented chest, made it abundantly clear just how far she'd go to get him to sign on the dotted line. And it was far from brotherly. Or sisterly.
Logan doubted he was the first billionaire businessman she'd bedded in her quest up the corporate ladder, but he'd wager a good portion of his sizeable fortune that he was the biggest-the wunderkind West Coast urban developer who was giving The Donald a run for his money. Only Logan had better hair-as the media was quick to point out.
With a snap of his fingers, he could provide Candi-Randi-Bambi with an express elevator straight through the glass ceiling, and she knew it.
No way in hell.
Last night when he stared down into Candi-Randi-Bambi's come-hither eyes, he saw the reflection of a disillusioned, unhappy man. And damn, up to that moment he hadn't even realized he'd been disillusioned or unhappy. He had wealth; he had power. So what was up with the sudden emptiness and dissatisfaction?
Beryl would say it was because he led a shallow life devoid of emotional commitment. As much as he protested to the contrary, he knew she was right. Maybe it was time to leave the bimbos to Trump.
Struck by the epiphany, he'd bolted from Candi-Randi-Bambi's bed. They'd used each other. She'd spread her legs hoping to advance her career; he'd taken advantage of the offer. Sex without emotional entanglements, the pattern of his adult life. He got the release he needed, and the woman got a notch on her bedpost. Only this time it hadn't worked. After thirty-eight years, Logan Crawford realized it was time to grow up. Only damn it, he didn't have a clue how.
Still reeling from the self-revelation, he'd canceled his morning appointments and headed his rental car north, needing some time alone to think. After driving for half an hour, he found himself in a quiet, upscale section of Philadelphia. A bookstore on top of a hill beckoned like a siren.
For the rest of his stay in Philadelphia, he vowed to spend his nights curled up with a good thriller rather than a cheap thrill. Now all he had to do was find one. At the moment he couldn't even find the damn fiction section in the boundless maze of shelves that wound around the first level of the two-story megastore. Lost in the travel section, he spun on his heels and-
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Posted September 14, 2014
I loved this book. First time I have read this author but will look for more of her books. If you like a good Romantic mystery this is the book for you..
Posted November 24, 2008
Logan Crawford is a West Coast developer and billionaire interested in Philadelphia. While there, he meets Emma Wadsworth. Usually women latch on to him when they meet him. Usually he is a love 'em and leave 'em guy.<BR/><BR/>Philadelphia worships Emma, a widowed heiress. That is until her romance with logan attracts the tabloids and scandal and she is accused of murder.<BR/><BR/>Can Logan help Emma prove she is innocent without doing permanent damage to his business worth. And can Emma hold on long enough for the truth to win out?<BR/><BR/>I loved this romantic suspense. It was so much fun to read, I read it in two days. I just couldn't put it down. I kept wanting to know more.<BR/><BR/>The author has created a great love story with plenty of suspense and intrigue to keep the reader turning the pages.<BR/><BR/>I hope there will be more adventures with Logan and Emma. I highly recommend this book.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 9, 2008
Wealthy West Coast developer Logan Crawford is interested in a project in Philadelphia when he meets widow Emma ¿Princess of the H Wadsworth in the city of Brotherly Love though he does not have sibling thoughts about her. Whereas she gives him the brush-off in spite of knowing who the handsome billionaire is he finds he wants to know her.--------------- His strategy is based on his belief that Emma is reticent. As he gets to know her he notices odd seemingly frightened reactions to his gentle teasing and touching. He wonders about her first marriage to Phillip while Emma has doubts about seeing him even as someone plots to destroy her. ------------------------ LOVE, LIES & A DOUBLE SHOT OF DECEPTION is a fun romantic suspense thriller starring a likable hero struggling with making it with a woman who seems to want him yet rejects him. Fans will enjoy observing Logan in action as the revelation hits him that his beloved is not bashful and reserved, but actually frightened and timid as if she was intimidated by her paragon of a late husband. The suspense subplot is cleverly designed to enhance the intelligent relationship between the developer and the socialite as Lois Winston provides an enjoyable tale.------------- Harriet KlausnerWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 2, 2009
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