BLURB:
Lars is her new husband. He loves Katherine but doesn’t understand why she’s always trying to protect her near and dear. Even though she saved his life while visiting him in Santa Fe, he often questions her involvement in other people’ lives.
Into their lives arrives a new neighbor, Sabrina Gates. Sabrina bought the house next door. She has had a phenomenal success as a new author but moes from her past and present threaten her peace and ability to write. There is the blogger who posts snide and not so nice posts about other authors. Sabrina’s former agent wants a share of the huge amount of money Sabrina has received for a trilogy. And there is her ex-husband, a needy greedy coward who wants money.
Above all there is Robespierre who makes his presence known.
EXCERPT:
I waved to Maria and Sarah and started along the sidewalk.
The July sun shone in a cloudless sky. For a moment, I halted and studied the
“Painted Lady” across the street. Several vans filled the driveway and men
carrying sheetrock and wood strode to the house.
The Victorian had been mine for many years and until I’d
converted both floors to apartments, the house had been a single family
residence. The new owners, Jenna and Richard, had begun a second conversion to
return the house to its original purpose. A smile curved my lips. This pair had
married in June and had begun making the house into a home.
I turned the corner onto my street. Sun glinted on the
dark waters of the Hudson River and revealed the construction of the new
My thoughts drifted to my husband. Our first anniversary
would occur next month and I had visited with two of my friends to plan a
barbeque. My kind of party. Lars would have made reservations at the Cedar Inn
where our second reception had been held. I had missed the affair and so had
Lars. An out of state friend had needed my help and I speeded to her side. Lars
and I had our differences but love and friendship allowed us to compromise. Our
marriage is based on a long friendship, first as two couples and then as two
who had lost their mates.
Robespierre ambled up the street toward me. When he
reached my side, the Maine Coon cat butted my leg with his head. Was this a
welcome home or a bid for more food? At twenty pounds, he was large. His black,
brown and white long hair made him seem larger.
As we passed the vacant “Dutch Colonial” next door to my new
abode, I noticed a For Sale sign on the front lawn. The news brought curiosity.
Who would buy? The elderly couple who owned the house had moved to a senior complex
last year.
Moments later I reached home, a sprawling ranch house
situated at the river’s edge well above the shore. The cat dashed to the
kitchen. Lars sat at the table cradling a steaming mug of coffee. I sprinkled a
few bits of dry food into Robespierre’s dish and filled a glass with spearmint
iced tea. I joined my husband.
Lars glanced away from the newspaper. “Don’t leaving Megan
with us for the day. He’s heading to the city.”
“He’ll swelter.”
“Possibly but he has an appointment with some publisher
for a freelance bit designing book covers.”
“Sounds interesting. We’ll have fun entertaining the
child. You know, she’s my fourth grandchild.”
He groaned. “You only have one. Megan is your
step-grandchild the same as ----- is mine.”
“By blood, you’re right. Robby adopted me and so did Jenna
after her grandmother was murdered.” I met his gaze. “The house next door is
for sale. The sign went up this morning.”
Lars shook his head. “Are you worried about the Dunns?”
I glared. “Why would I worry? I know where they are. I’m
hoping we acquire good neighbors.”
“And no bodies for you to find.”
I tapped his hand. “Bodies find me. I don’t seek them.”
“Is that a promise?”
The twinkle in his blue eyes dissolved my anger. “I’ll
leave the next one for you.”
“Thanks a lot. You’re the one who collects corpses like a
berry picker fills their basket.”
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