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Secret affairs, hunky gardeners, and housewives desperate enough to bare it all... welcome to Magnolia Lane, TV's hottest new prime time show. A place where L.A. shoe designer Maddie Springer should be in fashion heaven. That is until the body of a rising young starlet is found dead on the show's set. Now it's up to Maddie to sift through a leading lady with a secret, an actor on the verge of a nervous breakdown, a sexy cyber scandal, and one tabloid reporter who'll stop at nothing to get the story of the ...
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Secret affairs, hunky gardeners, and housewives desperate enough to bare it all... welcome to Magnolia Lane, TV's hottest new prime time show. A place where L.A. shoe designer Maddie Springer should be in fashion heaven. That is until the body of a rising young starlet is found dead on the show's set. Now it's up to Maddie to sift through a leading lady with a secret, an actor on the verge of a nervous breakdown, a sexy cyber scandal, and one tabloid reporter who'll stop at nothing to get the story of the century. Not to mention Maddie's hot-cold relationship with the case's familiar lead detective, Jack Ramirez. In a world where secrets, lies, and deception can earn you an Oscar, Maddie plays the role of a lifetime to catch Hollywood's hottest killer. But if she doesn't watch her step, Maddie's fifteen minutes of fame just may be her last.
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  • ISBN-13: 9781477490402
  • Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
  • Publication date: 5/25/2012
  • Pages: 256
  • Sales rank: 703,700
  • Product dimensions: 5.25 (w) x 8.00 (h) x 0.58 (d)

Meet the Author

Gemma Halliday is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the High Heels Mysteries, the Hollywood Headlines Mysteries, and the Deadly Cool series of young adult books, as well as several other works. Gemma's books have received numerous awards, including a Golden Heart, a National Reader's Choice award and three RITA nominations. She currently lives in the San Francisco Bay Area where she is hard at work on several new projects.

To learn more about Gemma, visit her online at http://www.gemmahalliday.com

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Undercover in High Heels


By Gemma Halliday

Dorchester Publishing

Copyright © 2007 Gemma Halliday
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-8439-5834-8


Chapter One

"Wait, Chad, don't leave. I ... I have something to tell you." "After all your lies and deception, there's nothing you can possibly say to make me stay now, Ashley." "Chad, please! You know I love you. I only did what I had to to keep us together. Besides, you can't go now ... I'm carrying your baby!"

I gasped, grabbing another handful of popcorn as the TV switched to a deodorant commercial.

"Oh my freaking God, the baby is the gardener's?" my best friend Dana shouted from the sofa beside me. "Her husband is gonna freaking flip."

"Don't worry," I said, taking a sip of Diet Coke. "He's still in that coma, remember? He'll never know."

"Oh, right. I missed that episode. So does that mean the lady who hit him with the car went to jail?"

I shook my head. "No, her husband blackmailed the DA to get the charges dropped, but only if she checked herself into rehab. But instead of going to rehab, she shacked up with her sister's husband at his place on the lake."

"Oooooooh," Dana said. "So that's why the sister is poisoning the husband."

I nodded. "Shhh, it's back on."

Dana and I went silent, our eyes glued to the screenas Chad and Ashley fell into a passionate embrace. I'm not ashamed to admit it: I was seriously hooked on this show. Magnolia Lane was the hottest prime-time soap to hit the airwaves since Brandon and Brenda moved to the 90210, and I was powerless against its junk-TV spell.

My cell rang from my purse.

"You're ringing," Dana said.

I waved it off. "Commercial," I mumbled around a bite of popcorn, my eyes glued to the screen as Chad asked Ashley just how sure she was that the baby was his and not her comatose husband's. While, of course, Ashley's nosy neighbor listened at the bedroom door, catching the whole conversation.

Just as they switched to a shot of Ashley's husband in the coma ward, my purse rang again.

"You sure you shouldn't get that?" Dana asked.

I shook my head. "Are you kidding? Ashley's husband is about to wake up."

I ignored the "William Tell Overture" trilling from the region of my Kate Spade, instead grabbing another handful of popcorn as Nurse Nan leaned over the comatose Preston Francis Barton III. Considering she was his wife's secret evil twin sister, I figured we were in for two options: she was either going to smother him or pull the plug.

She leaned in closer. Her hands reached for the plug.

Dana and I did a collective gasp.

Then the screen went to a life-insurance commercial featuring a baby boomer in leather pants air-guitaring a Jimi Hendrix song.

"I hate it when they do that!" Dana said, throwing a piece of popcorn at the screen. Hers, of course, was minus the butter, oil, fat, salt, and flavor. Dana was an aerobics instructor-slash-wannabe actress with the kind of curves that caused car crashes on the PCH. Her body was a temple. Mine, on the other hand, required regular sacrifices from the natives of Double Stuf Oreos, cheeseburgers, and popcorn with lots of bright yellow butter flavoring made of ingredients I couldn't pronounce. My theory? As long as my favorite Cavalli jeans still fit, I was doing okay. (Fine, so they were a little snug around the waist lately, but I could still zip them up!)

While Dana tossed another kernel of popcorn at the television, I reached into my purse and checked my cell readout. Two missed calls. Both from the same number, one that had me doing a little happy squirm in my seat. Ramirez.

Detective Jack Ramirez was not only the LAPD's hottest cop, but as of last fall he was also mine. All mine.

Okay, so he hadn't exactly officially said that I was his girlfriend yet, but I'm pretty sure that just last week he used the words girl and friend in the same sentence. Which was a start. Ramirez wasn't exactly your typical happily-ever-after material. He was a homicide detective with a very large gun, a very large tattoo, and some very dangerous moves in the bedroom. More of a bad-boy Russell Crowe than a home-and-hearth Ward Cleaver. Not, mind you, that I was complaining. (See bedroom reference above.)

We were supposed to meet for "drinks or something" after he got off shift. Me, I was wearing a black lace Vicky's Secret thong under my capris in hopes of the "or something."

I keyed in my PIN number and waited for my messages while the Magnolia Lane theme song played and credits rolled over a backdrop of manicured lawns and a picture-perfect neighborhood.

"Hey, Maddie, it's me," came Ramirez's voice. "Listen, something came up. I've got to meet someone at the Cabana Club, so I can't get together later after all. Sorry. I'll call you tomorrow."

Great.

Ramirez's fatal flaw, as you may have noticed, was his tendency to make and break plans. Or, worse yet, not make them at all. Even though I was seconds away from actual girlfriend status, I hadn't seen Ramirez since last Friday night, when dinner and a movie at City Walk had turned into appetizers and me in a cab when he got a call about a gang shooting in Compton. And now, true to form, he was blowing off our "or something" again. I narrowed my eyes at my cell, wondering what kind of someone he was meeting instead.

"What's up?" Dana asked, watching my face fall.

"Ramirez. He's canceling on me." Again.

"What, again?" Dana asked, voicing my thoughts.

"I know! He said he has to meet someone. What does that mean?"

Dana shrugged. "I dunno." She popped another piece of popcorn into her mouth.

"I mean, are we talking a work-related someone or a personal someone? 'Cause if it's a personal someone, why not just ask them to join us for drinks? Why cancel on me? What, is he ashamed of me? He doesn't want his friends to meet me? That's bad, isn't it? It means something really bad. He's having second thoughts about this whole relationship thing, isn't he? I knew it. I knew it wouldn't last. I knew he'd never settle down. I mean, not that I'm asking him to settle down. Oh God, do you think he thinks I want him to settle down? Is that it? Am I smothering him? Am I too needy? I'm not too needy, am I?"

"Whoa. Take a breath, Gilmore Girl. No wonder he needs a night off."

Dana was right; I was beginning to hyperventilate.

"Look, he's probably just out with the guys or something tonight. You know how those cops are. It's a total boys' club."

"You're right." I took a deep breath. "Right. He probably just needs a night out with the guys. It's not that he doesn't want to be with me. I mean, of course he wants to be with me. Why wouldn't he want to be with me? I'm so not smothery." I paused. "But, just in case, how about we go on a double date this weekend?"

Dana shot me a look. "Double date?"

"It's way harder to smother someone on a double date. Besides, it'll be fun. Me and Ramirez, you and ..." I paused, unsure which flavor of the month Dana was presently working her way through. As much as I loved my best friend, even I had to admit she had an uncanny ability to pick men destined for short-term romances. Case in point, her last boyfriend, Rico, a self-proclaimed urban soldier who'd ended up joining a group of mercenaries in Afghanistan searching for the last remnants of the Taliban. Dana was still nursing a sore ego at being dumped for a bunch of dusty caves halfway around the world.

She bit her lip as a little frown settled between her strawberry-blonde brows. "Sorry, Maddie, I can't do a double date."

"Please! It's not like I'm asking you to actually have this relationship for me, I just need a buffer."

Dana shook her head. "No, no. It's not that. I can't date. I'm off men."

"Oh no. Please don't tell me you're trying that lesbian thing again," I said, sipping my Diet Coke.

Dana shook her head. "No, it's not like that. It's ... well ... I can't have sex." She put her hands on my shoulders, turning me to face her as she put on her serious look. "I have a problem."

"A problem? What, like an STD?"

She shook her head again. "No, Mads. This is worse."

I arched an eyebrow. "Okay, I'll bite: What's worse than an STD?"

"I'm addicted to sex."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh good. I thought this was something serious." I laid on the sarcasm as I grabbed another handful of popcorn.

"This is serious!" she protested.

"Dana, you are hot. Men like you. Since when is that a problem?"

"That's not true, Maddie. I'm sick."

"You're lucky is what you are. You know how many push-up bras I own just to have half your cleavage?" A lot. I was pretty sure that Jack Black and I were the only people left in L.A. who still wore B cups.

Dana ignored me. "Sex can be like any other addiction. It's a disease. One I have to accept and learn to manage one day at a time. I'm practicing positive sexual sobriety."

I crunched down hard on a popcorn kernel to keep from laughing. "Positive sexual sobriety?"

Dana nodded. "Uh-huh. Therapist Max says it's the only way to break the cycle of addiction."

I blinked. "Therapist Max? You're seriously taking advice from a guy named 'Therapist Max'?"

Dana nodded again. "Yes, Maddie. We're all first names at SA. Even the therapists."

I knew I was going to regret asking. "SA?"

"Sexaholics Anonymous."

Mental forehead smack. "And I thought Magnolia Lane was over-the-top."

"Oh, Maddie," Dana said, her eyes lighting up, "you should totally come with me to a meeting. There are tons of hot guys there, and they're always super-nice to new girls."

I'll bet. "Thanks, but no thanks. Besides, I have a boyfriend. Sort of," I added ruefully, thinking of my Vicky's thong going to waste tonight. "You sure Ramirez isn't blowing me off?"

Dana opened a bottled water and took a long drink. "Positive."

"All right. Then I promise not to freak out about it anymore tonight. I mean, if he wants to go with the boys to the Cabana Club, I'm not going to be one of those whiny kind of girlfriends about it."

Dana's head snapped up and she did a little cough/ choke thing with her water. "The Cabana Club!"

Uh-oh. "Yeah ... why?"

"Maddie, have you ever been there?"

I shook my head. To be honest, my idea of a night on the town started with dinner on Ventura and ended with a turn around the Beverly Center and a new pair of pumps. I wasn't exactly a regular on the club circuit.

"Ohmigod, Maddie. It's a total hookup place. You didn't tell me Ramirez was going there!"

Oh shit. I felt my stomach bottom out, fizzy Diet Coke mixing with fake buttered popcorn mixing with pure dread. "Oh God. This is it. He's totally dumping me, isn't he? It was all about the chase, wasn't it? Now that he's got me where he wants me, he doesn't want me anymore! I'm stale, Dana. I'm like that day-old bagel no one wants. Oh God, what am I going to do?"

"I'm sorry, hon." Dana laid a hand on my arm and sent me the same pitying look she'd been giving me ever since my mother insisted on giving me a bob with bangs in seventh grade. "Look, I'm sure it's nothing. I'm sure he's just ..." She trailed off, unable to come up with an adequate lie.

"Right." I took a big gulp of my Diet Coke, the carbonation burning all the way down my throat. "But, just in case, you feel like grabbing a drink?"

The Cabana Club was a large brick building on the corner of La Brea and Sunset, painted pink and flanked by flashing neon flamingos. Since it was Friday night, there was a line to get in. Luckily Dana knew every bouncer in town (most on a more intimate basis than I knew my gynecologist), and we were inside before you could say, "Lindsay Lohan."

As my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit interior, which was punctuated by pink and green flashing lasers, I realized Dana was right: the placed reeked of hookup. A crowded dance floor to our right held L.A.'s hottest bodies-actress-slash-waitresses, model-slash-waitresses, a bunch of CW actors, and that girl from Survivor everyone hated-all gyrating together in a way that couldn't even air on HBO. Tables to the left were filled with groups of men and women doing the heads-bent-together thing and drinking tall cocktails while grabbing one another under the table. The bar straight ahead was two people thick with singles looking to score a martini and a phone number. I squinted through the darkness, praying my boyfriend wasn't one of them.

"This is so not a boys' night out," I shouted over the techno beat pulsating off the walls.

"This is so not the place a recovering sex addict should be spending her Friday night." Dana eyed a guy at the bar wearing leather pants, an unbuttoned shirt, and a "how you doin'?" smile.

He winked at her.

Dana bit her lip.

"Let's find Ramirez and get out of here fast before I do something I'm going to regret," she said.

Fine by me. We wove our way through the crowd, circling the bar. I got elbowed by an Olsen twin look-alike, and a guy in a cowboy hat spilled a margarita on my capris, but I didn't care. I was on a mission. I had been patient with Ramirez. I had given him his space. I had even waited a record two months before having sex with him. (Not entirely by choice, but that was beside the point.) I had done everything known to woman to make this relationship work. And what did he do? Blow it all for a night in hookup heaven. "Woman scorned" didn't even begin to describe the anger surging through me as I scanned the club.

Then I spotted him. He was sitting at a table near the back, a half-empty glass of beer in front of him. I gnashed my teeth together, my vision going red as I stared my worst fear in the face.

Ramirez was sitting next to a woman. A tall woman. If there's anything in this world that my five-one-and-a-half self hates more than being dumped, it's being dumped for someone tall.

Her legs were almost as long as I was, tucked under the table beneath a barely-there leather mini. And her top didn't cover a whole lot more. A plunging neckline dipped almost to her belly button, showing off cleavage that was obviously man-made. Over her shoulders was a little red shrug jacket, more for fashion effect than actual coverage, and her long black hair was loose, flowing down her back, giving her that dark, exotic look that a blonde Irish/English mutt like myself could never pull off.

And then she put her hand on his thigh.

I felt my nostrils flare, my hands balling into fists at my sides. That was it-police officer or no, I was gonna kill him.

I vaguely heard Dana yelling something along the lines of, "Maddie, wait!" but I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to. My body was moving all on its own as I marched straight toward the happy couple.

"You sonofabitch!" I yelled once I was in earshot.

Ramirez turned around, his dark eyebrows hunching together at the sight of me. Despite my anger, my hormones did that little happy sigh they always did when he was around. Ramirez had perfected the tall, dark, and dangerous look-his black hair just a little too long, his dark brown eyes just a little too hard, and a sleek panther tattooed on his arm, just a little too big to hide beneath the sleeve of his black T-shirt. His tan skin was interrupted by a thin white scar running through his left eyebrow and a perpetual dusting of rugged stubble across his chin. The bad boy-slash-sex god effect of it all was almost enough to stop a girl in her tracks.

Almost.

"I can't believe you blew me off for this!" I yelled, gesturing to his Amazon woman. She gave me a startled look, her eyes darting from side to side as if trying to figure out where I'd come from.

"Maddie, what are you doing here?" Ramirez asked, his eyebrows still drawn together in confusion.

"I could be asking the same question." I poked a finger at Ramirez's chest, coming up against his hard, six-day-a-week-at-the-gym pecs. "Who the hell do you think you are that you can lead me on, then just blow me off like this for another woman?"

"Maddie," Ramirez said, his voice low and commanding. "Go home. I'll explain later."

"Oh right! I'll just go home and let you finish your date with Slutzilla here." I was yelling loudly enough now that even over the pounding dance music, the couples at the adjacent tables were staring.

"Who is this?" Amazon's eyes ping-ponged between Ramirez and me. "I told you to come alone."

"Maddie," Ramirez said again, his eyes shooting daggers at me. "Don't do this."

"Don't do this? Don't do this! I'm sorry, what exactly am I doing? Because it sure as hell isn't dating some abnormally tall chick when you were supposed to be doing 'or something' with me!"

"Ramirez?" the Amazon asked, shifting nervously.

"Maddie," Ramirez warned.

"Jerk!" I yelled.

Then I picked up his half-empty glass and tossed the contents in his face.

"Jesus," he sputtered, jumping from his chair and blinking Budweiser out of his eyes.

(Continues...)



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  • Posted October 27, 2011

    Oh no! Not again ... again ... again

    Seems Gemma can only write one thing! (Internal head slap). And that is all about how Maddie Springer does not have a life, a clue, a thought in her head. The only one more idiotic that Maddie is the dumb, gym-rat cop, Ramirez, who still lusts for this moron.

    OK - first book - cute, intereting. Second book - not much character development but, still, harmless. Book three of the same 'ol, same 'ol?

    Don't be duped. Read any one of these books and you have read them all. Sorry I had already purchased book four. Hoping I can lend these four virtual books out ... permanently!!

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 8, 2011

    Awful

    Series went from mildly entertaining to awful. Number three is ridiculous.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 9, 2011

    :(

    This is one of my favorite series,,,BUT this particular one is awful...too much focus on clothes and dull humor and the schemes are way too far out of the believability range,,,not enough Ramirez and Maddie...

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 25, 2011

    High Heels Series

    Just recently found this fun series. LOVED book #1. Enjoyed book #2. But read the first part of #3 as a bonus at the end of #2 and I have to say, Maddie is starting to stress me out. I know this should be fun fiction, but this girl makes one bad decision after another. And I'm talking important life decision that could negatively effect her job, her friends, her health and is the main reason her cop "could be" boyfriend can't quite commit to a relationship. Storylines are good and there are alot of GREAT moments that make me LOL. But I hesitate to purchase #3 because the main character can't quite use the brains she was born with.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 18, 2012

    Last one I'm buying

    I thought this would be a cute series. But they are all the same. And the lead female is so obsessed with this cop boyfriend she verges in stalking. If I was the cop I would have told her to move on two books ago. This detail was enough to annoy me so Im going to stop reading.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 25, 2007

    The best is yet to come

    I have read the first two books in this series and I just can't wait for this one. Now for the people who have read the first cuple of books like me it does get a little annoying that Gemma Holliday uses the same words to describe things and rewrites statments read before. But if you like high action misteries with a conflicting comedic love story then you will love these books as much as I do. I am constantly anticipanting the next book no matter what, every time.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 6, 2013

    Good

    I like the books and love the series but its a little slow in some spots i just wanted to skip ahead. They need more remierez in the begining i love him!!!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 13, 2014

    Gemma Halliday writes in such a vivid way that it is almost like

    Gemma Halliday writes in such a vivid way that it is almost like watching a movie. I get so caught up in her characters that the other day there way something on the news about a fire causing major traffic jams in L.A. and I wondered if it was effecting Maddie.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 4, 2014

    Summer Beach Reading

    This was a cute book - not a lot of depth or substance, but a good summer read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 10, 2014

    Fun

    I'm new to Gemma's work, and I've read the reviews calling Maddie "Lucy" to Dana' s " Ethel". There are similarities, but they aren't anywhere close to the orginals.

    Maddie, wanna be shoe designer, and Dana, exercise guru, are best friends. They seem fairly shallow. Pop culture is their religion, fashion means more than food. This outing finds them reluctantly working on set of a highly rated television show where the real drama is behind scenes, complete with divas and all the drama a twenty something could want....

    Maddie's on again off again boyfriend, Dectective Ramirez is still on the case and still exasperated by her antics. She's still trying to break into designing and her hot pink strappy shoes are the envy of the neighborhood.

    It's a fluffy book with as much frivolity as the characters can bear. I'd read another, she's pretty cute

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 7, 2014

    Goto

    File res one

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 7, 2014

    Ok

    Ok

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  • Posted September 6, 2014

    This series of books is very juvenile. There are a lot of typos

    This series of books is very juvenile. There are a lot of typos and the main character is very annoying. Her family and friends are quite entertaining and I love Felix, but if you think for one minute a detective would put up with her, well, it's just unbelievable. I bought the series of books because they were an amazing deal. You get what you pay for. I read them when I am done with my other books and awaiting another book. You can literally scroll through pages and pages of descriptions that have no bearing on the story or plot if you can really call it that. These books could really be enjoyable if the main character wasn't so annoying. The authors plots are very entertaining and fun, but she ruins it.

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    Posted February 27, 2014

     

     

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 2, 2013

    Great read

    love series

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 14, 2012

    I am hooked.

    I love this author. I will read the entire series. Can't put it down!

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  • Posted April 29, 2012

    I Also Recommend:

    Ten Fun Facts of Undercover in High Heels 1. Maddie was never a

    Ten Fun Facts of Undercover in High Heels
    1. Maddie was never a Girl Scout but did go to Catholic School.
    2. Maddie still hasn’t learned her lesson to mind her own business.
    3. Maddie gets a second job.
    4. Maddie and Dana both have a problem telling time.
    5. Just as Maddie was enlightened about a piercing spot called “the hood”, so was I.
    6. A pinata, a baseball bat, and a boyfriend make for a bad combination at a birthday party.
    7. Ramirez has the personality of an M&M.
    8. Another way to spell hot when you’re talking about a great looking guy “H-A-W-T”.
    9. Maddie’s underwire bra gives her problems after extra security measures are put in place.
    10. Red lipstick is a great writing tool.

    Another great book in the series. The fun and excitement continues with antics and romance.

    My question: Is Maddie and her cohorts best described as Lucy and Ethel or Charlie’s Angels?

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 20, 2012

    Cute story!

    Really enjoyed this story. It has a lot fewer typos than number 2 in this series.

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  • Posted March 26, 2012

    wonder and fun

    the whole collectionsn is great. fun and the twists to the end are great. love all the cast

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 31, 2012

    Great Series Highly Recommend

    Love the series. I hope there will be more written.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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