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Blurb: Cory West is determined to find out who killed her
sister, even if that means dressing as a sexy kitty and working at a strip
club. Will the sexy bartender distract her from finding the killer before it’s
too late?
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About
The Author:
Edie Hart was born
in the Northwest suburbs of Chicago, where she now resides with her husband,
two children, dog, and three cats. After spending her childhood making up
stories in her head, she finally decided to put them on paper. What came of it
was her first novella, One Bad Day. Edie is a die-hard romantic and believes
that everyone deserves to be loved unconditionally—both in print and real life.
Edie also admits
that "Edie Hart" is a pen name and an alter ego to an otherwise
boring wife and mother. Edie is 20 pounds lighter, loves to skydive, travels to
foreign places, and is a total sex kitten as compared to the uninteresting
other half who is none of those things.
In reality the
counterpart of Edie is a lackluster 40-something-year-old, whose main goal is
to keep Bacon Boy from torturing Gator Girl. Last week he left ravioli
handprints on the back of her white T-shirt. The week before that he told her
she was adopted and she believed him.
To learn more about
her, and find out what Bacon Boy and Gator Girl are up to, visit her via her
website, Facebook, or Twitter:
Excerpt:
The
bar would be closing soon, not soon enough for Cory. She loved her boots, but
her feet were killing her. She worried her feet would go on strike if she had
to wear the pinching things much longer. She hadn’t taken a break all night and
the small of her back was twinging.
After
doing a quick check of her tables, she headed for the back door and a breath of
fresh air. She glanced over at the DJ booth. Music was pounding throughout the
club, but the DJ was nowhere to be found. That was strange. Where could he be?
Cory passed the booth and made her way to the door.
After
pausing by the ladies room while a customer pushed open the door and entered,
Cory noticed the DJ making his way to the back. He made a beeline for the
women’s dressing room, glanced around and darted inside. Curiosity told her to
move her ass. There was a murderer loose and it could be him.
She
waited a few seconds and then started to make her way to where he’d disappeared.
Before she could get to the doorway, the sexy bartender came around the corner
from the direction of the bar. He glanced at the dressing room and then at her.
There went her chance to figure out what the DJ was up to. Cory stopped where
she was. The bartender made his way over to her. He was tall in the dark
hallway. She backed up a few steps until she felt the wall behind her.
The
sexy man continued to invade her space and leaned one arm against the wall next
to her head.
“Hey,”
he said. In the darkness, she couldn’t see what color his eyes were.
She
glanced over toward the dressing room and he leaned in closer. She caught the
light scent of outdoors and mint and her stomach flip flopped.
“Um,
hey.”
“You
must be Cory,” he said close to her ear, his warm breath blew her pink wig hair
slightly.
“Uh,
yeah. And you are?” She tried to keep an eye on the dressing room door to see
who was in there with the DJ.
“Jason.”
He leaned in closer until they were almost chest to chest.
Her
heart pounded hard and her legs began to quiver. There shall be no
hooking up, Cory. Must find killer. Then maybe a hook up.
She
licked her lips and tried to focus.
From
the doorway came the sound of approaching footsteps. She tried to move around
Jason to see who was coming, but he leaned in and pressed his lips against
hers.
The moment their
mouths touched, Cory was lost. Flames pooled in the bottom of her stomach and
lower.
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