Death Rub

ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-408-4
ISBN Print: 978-1-62830-407-7
Page Count: 234
Word Count: 55802
Rating: Sensual (PG-PG13)

Struggling massage therapist Maggie Jenkins only worries about rent, ducking her fifteen-year high school class reunion, and whether she's too old for her new boyfriend. Until she finds her client dead with no one else in the building. All clues point to Maggie.

Construction supervisor Cam Darrow knows the seven-year difference between him and Maggie means nothing when love is at work. Convincing her to believe in him isn't easy when her first love returns to town, evidently set on winning Maggie back. Not to mention the increasing stack of evidence against Maggie makes Cam worry she'll be permanently out of his reach - in prison.

When another of Maggie's classmates dies, it's apparent the Class of 1999 produced more than graduates. Will the murderer add Maggie to the growing roster of death? Or just continue framing her for the murders?

Rating: Sensual
Page Count: 234
Word Count: 55802
978-1-62830-407-7 Paperback
978-1-62830-408-4 Digital


“My man’ll drop his bimbo once he remembers who I am and what I can do for him.” With that statement, her muscles actually loosened. A smidgen.

Rooting for the bimbo, I fantasized about the poor guy who obviously tried avoiding Miss Stuck-Up. He must be some kinda loser.

Even so, kissing up a bit wouldn’t hurt. She’d be gone in less than twenty minutes; and after one more client, I’d be on my way home to a hot bath, a glass of red wine and later, promised phone sex with my yummy new man.

“I’m sure you’re right.” Maybe she couldn’t loosen up, but I knew how, even though I still had doubts about dating a much younger, very sexy guy. For some reason, the almost seven years between us stuck in my craw, though it didn’t bother my cutie.

“You bet I am. If I didn’t have the get-together tonight, I’d wear my sexiest lingerie, ice a bottle of bubbly, and call him. Cam Darrow wouldn’t know what hit him. The bimbo would be a distant memory five minutes after he got a look at me hot and ready.”

What had she said? About Cam Darrow? My knees weakened, and not in a good way. I lifted my hands and stepped away from the table in a daze. The after-massage recommendations I gave all my customers came automatically. Session’s end hadn’t come too soon. Good thing, because my brain hit a speed bump.

Shoot. The mutual hour we’d just experienced would’ve been even more uncomfortable if she’d known that we also shared a boyfriend.

Cam was so dead.

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