Blurb:
Quinn McGuire only wanted to lay her mother to rest. She planned hustle out of Hayden County, Kentucky once it was all done and never look back. The town held nothing but bad memories for her. She’ll never forget the echoes of children’s taunts calling her poor trash and whispers about her daddy's crimes. With the exception of her best friend, Jack Lassiter, there was no one in Hayden she cared about - and she’d even been hiding from him for the last two years. But in less than 24-hours after her arrival, Quinn’s brother gets arrested for murder, derailing her plans for a quick exit. Quinn has to find a way to clear his name, but dark shadows from her past threaten her efforts - and her sanity. And as she moves closer to the truth she becomes a target of the real killer.
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Jack was an intentional man who rarely did anything that didn’t serve a purpose. When he trained his shrewd green eyes upward, I realized it had been his aim to touch me. My reaction to his hug earlier hadn’t gone unnoticed.
Taking the swing next to him, I pushed off gently and moved back and forth.
“How long are you going to be home this time?” he asked. There was no reservation in his voice - no indication there had been a break or shift in our friendship. His easy way belied the fact that we hadn’t spoken in over two years.
Shrugging, I said, “Dunno, a couple of weeks I guess. I figure it will take that long to settle Ava’s affairs - sell the house and do something with the salon.”
The answer seemed to satisfy him, and an awkward silence settled between us as an afternoon breeze whistled and tossed dry leaves across the yard. We shared the same birth date, but at thirty-eight, there was wisdom in Jack’s face that made him seem wiser than his years.
I sighed and looked at the sky before speaking. “I’m sorry for not staying in touch.”
He took a sip of coffee and nodded toward me. “And.”
“And…” I hesitated, “you are… my best friend, and you deserve more than that.”
He rolled his eyes. “And... you are going to tell me why you disappeared without a word for two years.”
Taking a deep breath, I shook my head slowly before looking at him. “No,” I said quietly. “Not yet. I will tell you one day but not right now.”
About the author:
K. S. David lives in the Mid-Atlantic with her husband, their three children and a menagerie of pets. New storylines are constantly running through her head. She keeps notebooks tucked in pockets of the car, the nightstand and makes voice recordings just about all day long. She's addicted to true life mysteries and crime shows, both of which marry well with a great romance.
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