McBride, Susan books

Blue Blood: A Debutante Dropout Mystery

I smelled like beer and French fries, and my feet—and the rest of me—ached for a soak in the tub. I’d had enough men call me “sweetheart,” “babe,” and “honey” to last me a lifetime. Two of my customers had suggested I meet them later for drinks (I’d politely declined). Still, it hadn’t been as ba...