Tess Kingston is a young bride suffering the worst tragedy imaginable. Just as she is finally piecing her life together again, long-kept skeletons come clawing out of the closet and she finds herself at odds with her once-beloved in-laws and in the cross hairs of the police. Hudson Marks is a promising new lawyer hired to represent the beautiful widow in a bitter estate battle and ends up defending her against looming charges of murder instead. Together, with the help of Hudson’s older brother, Ford, the trio must find the real killer before Tess ends up in prison for a crime she did not commit.
Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / GeneralThis title has a 4.6 rating on Amazon and has been very well received by readers of my first novel. While it has romantic elements, it's more of a mystery and I think there are far more people who prefer mysteries over straight romance. The sales have been markedly higher than for my first novel and continue to grow, the more I advertise.
Jack and Tess had given express instructions to their families to let them have a couple of minutes alone after the ceremony. There would be hours and hours for partying, pictures, handshakes and hugs. They wanted to enjoy the first moments of married life by themselves to let it soak in. They even incorporated the signing of their marriage license into the ceremony so they could have this time alone.
Jack danced her around to a tune only he could hear. His warm, chocolate eyes reflected all the love they both felt in the moment. Tess could hardly believe how handsome he looked in his tuxedo. It was a far cry from the usual jeans and t-shirts she knew he preferred. She glanced down at his feet and smiled at the bright red Converse Chuck Taylors. He’d gotten no argument from her when he insisted that he and the groomsmen wear comfortable shoes.
“Oh!” Tess gasped, momentarily interrupting their waltz. “I forgot to show you!” She stepped backward and lifted the hem of her wedding dress. As a surprise, she’d worn her own pair of Converse in her favorite style. They were customized, of course, white with black polka dots and red laces to coordinate with Jack.
Jack’s familiar barrel laugh filled the small area and he put out his fist for a bump. “Awesome, babe!”
As she extended her own fist toward his, Jack abruptly stopped laughing. The puzzled look that crossed his face made Tess freeze. “Honey? What’s wrong?” She reached for him, her small hand grasping for his arm while she watched the color drain from his face.
“Uh.” Jack’s eyes scrunched shut and he swallowed hard. When his eyes reopened, they were glazed over. He pitched forward, landing flat on the floor.
All Tess could do was scream.
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