She can't imagine a life without music… Even as a little girl, Miranda Nolan loved to sing and dance, especially for her reclusive neighbor, a woman who was more like a second mother. She never expected to inherit her mentor's estate and to have to put her career as a performer on hold. Even more confusing, she's found herself settling affairs with co-claimant Russ Gerik, an interpreter who lost his hearing in a tragic bombing and struggles to find his way in a now-silent world. Unimaginable. As the two work together to catalog the possessions of—and understand—a woman shrouded in mystery, they forge a powerful connection. But how long can their bond last when it's not built on trust?
She Said Yes Tempe Walsh is fluent in ten languages--and she can't say no to adventure. Next stop: India! Her mission: find the priceless--and mysterious--statue known as Shiva's Diva. Her man: Briggan O'Brian, a sexy Irishman on the run from the Mumbai Mob. Brig has a strange way of doing business, whatever that business may be. And she's still not sure how she ended up in his arms when the shooting started--but what if her bullet-deflecting earrings don't work the next time? Brig's too busy to explain why everyone's after the fabulous figurine--he's having a devil of time just keeping one gorgeous American girl out of danger. And there's only one place left to hide: a Bollywood movie complete with villains, lovers, and a mother-in-law from hell. Hey, there's a happy ending--if anyone can find the script. . .
Two out-of-work actresses could make a killing with their new business idea—if only people didn’t start dying first . . . The plot hatches during a margarita fest at a Manhattan cafe. Create a contract-killing business. Get rid of pesky ex-husbands and professional rivals—and get off unemployment as well. But when an intoxicated Babs Harrison announces to the patrons of that diner that she and buddy Bootsie Kittredge are becoming hit-women, Bootsie wonders if the sanity train has left the station. Then the top three intended victims on the ladies’ list are murdered. Bootsie and Babs must deal with skeptical detectives, mob bosses, auditions, agents, a fake psychic and a magician with the uncanny ability to know where the ladies are at any given moment—all while trying to prove they are innocent. The question is—are they? “Sweet Cream Ladies, Limited. You call—we kill!” “A fun read.”—The Meandering Reader
Humor, romance, and a ghost gone wild highlight this hilarious debut romance about a choreographer who signs on for a musical production and lands her own leading man. Original.
Even as a little girl, Miranda Nolan loved to sing and dance, especially for her reclusive neighbor, a woman who was more like a second mother. She never expected to inherit her mentor's estate and to have to put her career as a performer on hold. Even more confusing, she's found herself settling affairs with co-claimant Russ Gerik, an interpreter who lost his hearing in a tragic bombing and struggles to find his way in a now-silent world. Unimaginable. As the two work together to catalog the possessions of--and understand--a woman shrouded in mystery, they forge a powerful connection. But how long can their bond last when it's not built on trust?"--Provided by publisher.
Enter Laughing Six straight men in the cast plus free Tex-Mex food? My friend Lida sure knew how to persuade me. I signed on the dotted line and dusted off my dance shoes. I knew Bad Business on the Brazos would have them rolling in the aisles and standing up to cheer, whichever came first. But I didn't expect the ghost problem. As in the ghost of Don Mueller, the actor who was killed during the last performance of this show fifty years ago. He's flirting with me in a spectral kind of way. . .and a ghost can make interesting things happen to a girl. Like the gorgeous man on stage with me: Rafe Montez, my secret crush--also known as He Whose Perfect Profile Should Be On A Coin. I'm talking six feet of chiseled yumminess here. Lida thinks Rafe is only acting, but that kiss we share in Act II sure feels real to me. As in earth-shaking, can't-breathe real. . . Flo Fitzpatrick is a performer, teacher, and choreographer, with a BFA in dance and a masters degree in Drama. She first attempted to write a novel at the age of eight, but she was persuaded not to submit the piece by her brothers, who were skeptical that her characters could travel across the Atlantic from New York to London--by train. A transplanted Texan, Flow currently lives in New Jersey with her husband Ed and their two Border Collie wannabes, Lucy and Hawk.
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