The first book in a new series by USA Today, Wall Street Journal, and New York Times bestselling author, Denise Grover Swank.
A month ago, I quit my job and finally left my commitment-phobe boyfriend (seriously Steve, seven years is long enough to know if I’m the one ). Then I moved back to my hometown of Cockamamie, Tennessee, to take care of my newly widowed Aunt Deidre.
Somehow, I’ve stumbled my way into a murder investigation. Like literally. I tripped. And now the detective thinks I might be the murderer. Okay, so I told the newly deceased old fart off, but he deserved it. That doesn’t mean I’m the killer.
And the idiot detective? Sure, he’s insanely hot, but it just so happens he’s the grandson of my grandmother’s nemesis. I’m sure he’s holding that t against me.
My best friend thinks Detective Noah Langley should be holding his body against me, but I wouldn’t consider it if he was the last man on earth.
So now my life’s a complicated mess. I need to clear my name, make sure my aunt with dementia doesn’t wander off again, and find the killer since the Cockamamie taxpayers seem to be wasting their money on Detective Langley’s salary.
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The first book in a new series by USA Today, Wall Street Journal, and New York Times bestselling author, Denise Grover Swank.
A month ago, I quit my job and finally left my commitment-phobe boyfriend (seriously Steve, seven years is long enough to know if I’m the one ). Then I moved back to my hometown of Cockamamie, Tennessee, to take care of my newly widowed Aunt Deidre.
Somehow, I’ve stumbled my way into a murder investigation. Like literally. I tripped. And now the detective thinks I might be the murderer. Okay, so I told the newly deceased old fart off, but he deserved it. That doesn’t mean I’m the killer.
And the idiot detective? Sure, he’s insanely hot, but it just so happens he’s the grandson of my grandmother’s nemesis. I’m sure he’s holding that t against me.
My best friend thinks Detective Noah Langley should be holding his body against me, but I wouldn’t consider it if he was the last man on earth.
So now my life’s a complicated mess. I need to clear my name, make sure my aunt with dementia doesn’t wander off again, and find the killer since the Cockamamie taxpayers seem to be wasting their money on Detective Langley’s salary.
Oh, and I really need a job.