Difference between revisions of "Ice Cream In The Snow"
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Jessica Harden has lived her adult life raising and protecting her son. Except her surprises have been laying in wait for her. With the inheritance of her own business, her ordered life begins to experience the darker side of her ex-husband’s history, involving secrets and money. And someone in the shadows knows about both. | Jessica Harden has lived her adult life raising and protecting her son. Except her surprises have been laying in wait for her. With the inheritance of her own business, her ordered life begins to experience the darker side of her ex-husband’s history, involving secrets and money. And someone in the shadows knows about both. | ||
Revision as of 18:44, 30 October 2007
- Author: Diana Castilleja
- Publisher: Forbidden Publications
- Year: 2006
- Setting: New Mexico
- Fictionwise Listing: Ice Cream In The Snow
Book Description
Jessica Harden has lived her adult life raising and protecting her son. Except her surprises have been laying in wait for her. With the inheritance of her own business, her ordered life begins to experience the darker side of her ex-husband’s history, involving secrets and money. And someone in the shadows knows about both.
Excerpt
“No, I am looking for Arthur Harden. I need to talk to him immediately.” His tone brooked no argument.
The woman’s pale eyes widened, then narrowed quickly. “I’m sorry. He’s no longer with us.” Her words were crisp.
Brick scowled at her, his tenuous hold on his patience slipping further. “Maybe you could tell me where I might find him, then.” He watched as her eyes took on a challenging glint. Obviously, she was a redhead in every sense of the word--her hair, her eyes and her attitude. He maintained a cold and aloof stare to meet her gaze.
“I would be happy to, Mr.…?” she offered in an unreceptive tone.
“Donnelly. Brick Donnelly.” His lips thinned. This woman with her pert breasts and stiff manner was an aggravation he just didn’t need. No matter how lovely she may be, she was in his way of finding Arthur. With that, he pushed the thought of her out of his mind.
She nodded her head, as if to commit the name to memory. “You can find him at the Somerset Memorial Grounds.”
He felt his eyes widen marginally in shock. His own anger was making it hard to control his reactions today. “What the hell is he doing down there?” he exploded.
“He’s six feet under,” was her succinct reply…
