Sienna Sanders is a graphic artist who faces a lawsuit for breach of contract—from her ex-boyfriend. Broke and jobless, she is forced to cohabit with her airhead cousin in a too-small mountain cabin—a joint inheritance.
SIENNA: What traits do we share?ME: Hmm. I make a concerted effort to make my characters NOT like me. In your case, if I met a hunky man who might be a serial killer, I’d hightail it off the mountain in a Blue Ridge minute.
SIENNA: How are we different?ME: As Kathy Bates said in Fried Green Tomatoes: “I’m older and have more insurance.”
Also, I’d never eat a whole stack of waffles and then chase them with a Danish. At least, not in public.
SIENNA: Do we have the same taste in men?ME: Obviously!
SIENNA: Would you live in a Blue Ridge cabin?Actually, I love the Blue Ridge Mountains and would love to own a cabin there.
SIENNA: Do you have a cousin like mine?ME: Not necessarily a cousin, but I think most people have a Bethany in their lives.
SIENNA: Why did you drag me to Chimney Rock with a sprained ankle?ME: I couldn’t exactly have your ankle heal overnight. If I had, you’d be a paranormal heroine instead of the star of a romantic suspense. I sent you to Chimney Rock because it has an elevator.
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Her gaze searched in every direction, but her eyes encountered only trees and vertical rock. “Is someone there?” Her voice quivered.
Where the hell is Bethany?
“Don’t be afraid.” The masculine voice startled her from behind, jolting her rigid body off the ground.
“Are you all right?”