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When Madison Westin's phone rings before dawn, it usually means something smelly has hit the fan, and today is no exception. Young Kyle Dow wants out of his sketchy job as a snitch. But the thugs holding his leash aren't about to let him go without a little help from Tarpon Cove's resident do-gooder. Only this time, it's not Madison. It's her bestie, Fabiana Merceau. Unfortunately, the kid is as tight-lipped as a Florida Keys clam about his past. Digging too deep risks stirring up the kind of bottom-feeders that give Madison and Fab's men, Creole and Didier, premature gray hair. But when have the girls ever shied away from a little trouble? That'd be never.You can bet your slightly used pontoon boat that when the past comes back, aka big-time trouble that it could not only bite Madison and Fab in the back but the friends who stuck out their necks to help.
Luck - and a few well-placed IOUs - can take you a long way in the Florida Keys. In the case of a young woman that stumbles onto a remote beach road, practically in front of Madison Weston and her bestie, Fabiana Merceau, it saves her life. Fab and their guys, Creole and Didier, know Madison's do-gooder heart can get her in trouble faster than a margarita blender. But when she encounters yet another young girl, this one just trying to survive the mean streets of Tarpon Cove, Madison's determination to help could solve a crime... but draw the wrong kind of attention.Because when you mess with the wrong people, you could wind up as alligator kibble.
In the Florida Keys, you have to take the shady with the sunny. And Tarpon Cove has more than fifty shades of shady going on.Shady No. 1: When Brad is framed using the dead body of his crazy ex-girlfriend, the Westin family-which now includes Fab, Didier, and Creole by default-gathers to plan a strategy. Shady No. 2: Fab is having a hard time keeping her promise to go legit. It's not her fault she tends to attract clients who want their problems solved without getting the cops involved. Trying to keep her reined in is a full-time job, and a thankless one, since Madison keeps getting roped in on "easy" jobs that wind up getting the kind of messy that requires specialized cleanup. Shady No. 3: Ferreting out the info needed to save Brad means using sources so deep in the friend-of-a-friend network they're anonymous even to Madison. The only thing not shady is Creole's love. Madison's kept her promise never to lie to him. Mostly. But when the killer wafts like smoke through the cracks in the investigation, the danger reminds her she should've eaten dessert first more often. Because once he's through with her, the mess that'll need cleaning up will be her.
My name is Madison Westin. Unless it¿s Christmas, in which case my official title is ¿Holiday Cheermistress.¿ Nothing stops me from getting my ho-ho-ho on, not even my friends¿ Grinch-worthy attitude toward sparkling tinsel, twinkling lights, and tinkling bells.Hey, if Creole, Fab, and Didier wind up with coal in their stockings, it won¿t be my fault.When some bah-humbug bandit makes the rounds of Tarpon Cove, Fab and I are on the case. It¿s the least we can do for our loyal friends. Seasonal crime-victim disorder seems to be on the rise.Some guy in a Santa suit¿well, the top half of one anyway¿is robbing local banks. The cops are fingering the wrong guy. And you can bet your light-up Rudolph boxers that if we can¿t track the real thief down, one of my merry band of miscreants could be spending the holidays behind bars.
“Sam Sawyer may become my favorite crime fighter. I can’t wait for the next book in this new Florida Keys mystery series …” —Maryjane Elizabeth Jones, Heat Until Boiling They called Arthur Broom “The Glades Man,” not because he lived way out there in the river of grass, but because he was spending all his money trying to save it. And as one of the richest men in Florida there was much he could do to beat back the onslaughts of agriculture and development that were threatening the greatest wetland in North America. But that sort of thing made some powerful enemies. When he ended up dead in the water, Detective Stella Reynard had good reason to suspect it was more than a simple d...
Dying in the middle of the summer, in the Florida Keys is sweaty business. When Madison Westin inherits her Aunt's beachfront motel, a variety of colorful tenants - drunks, ex-cons and fugitives come along. The big problem: She has to wrestle control from both the lawyer and the conniving motel manager. She enlists the help of her new best friend whose motto is "never leave home without your Glock." Welcome to Trapon Cove, land of hot tan lines, drugs on demand, blackmail and murder.
The Florida Keys have witnessed all kinds of historical events, from the dramatic and the outrageous to the tragic and the comic. Join the authors as they delve into tales of treasure hunters, developers, exotic dancers, determined preservationists and more from the colorful history of the Florida Keys.
Overlooking the waters of the Biscayne Bay sits a mansion where all hell has broken loose. Madison Westin has found herself and her bombshell best friend, Fabiana Merceau, caught up in deep trouble-yet again. This time, Fab is implicated as the only suspect in a high-profile double homicide on a beautiful private island. The girls have to act quickly and quietly, searching for a way to set the record straight and secure Fab's freedom. Along the way, Madison must choose between two men, evade an ever-watchful mother, and dodge shady criminals as they try to solve a Murder in Paradise.
I've got a dinner date. Too bad I had to get arrested for murder to agree to it. If I needed a reminder that life can change on a dime, getting my Miranda rights read on a sunny south Florida afternoon would be it. It's also a good time to sternly remind myself that I, Avery English, detail-oriented investment advisor, and cheap eyewear fashionista, am not a crier.My last glimpse of freedom includes smoking hot ex-cop Seven Donnelly, security consultant, who's already speed-dialing his hotshot lawyer. He's promised that he has my back and he's got a table reserved for when I make bail.What a flirt.The victim was a client of mine, and someone swears they saw me fleeing the scene. Joke's on them. Numbers are my life, and I know to the minute what I was doing and when, but finding the discrepancies can be murder.
Emma, Maddie, and Michael must piece clues together in order to find and rescue Uncle Jack's greatest treasure before it is stolen by an enemy named Victor.