Okay, the soap opera continues. Nora's parents are gone, lured away when she purposely left her credit card for them to steal. Michael has a nineteen-year-old daughter who has just contacted him. He was let out of prison early and he must stay a Blackbird farm and wear his monitor. The blackbir...
Roxy Abruzzo lives in Pittsburgh and does salvage jobs. This time her job included a murder or two. She has a daughter named Sage she tries to keep safe. Roxy salvages a statue that she finds out is worth big bucks and wanted by several people. She investigates the murder using her neighborho...
OUR LADY OF THE IMMACULATE DECEPTIONA Non-Review------------------------------------I gave this book a shot but eventually decided that I am not interested in reading a book with a female anti-hero whose moral compass, paraphrasing the book, is slightly askew. The premise is interesting enough, b...
I was so excited to see that Nancy Martin wrote another book in this series!!! I enjoyed the tension and the love between Michael and Nora. I did find the relationship between Gus Hardwicke and Nora to be a stretch. I do not think that she would have put up with his antics, if she stayed true ...
Impoverished Philadelphia heiress Nora Blackbird has agreed to wed Mick Abruzzo, son of New Jersey's most notorious mobster, leaving the city's bluebloods in shock. Then Nora and her sisters get some ominous news-Sweet Penny Devine, ex-Hollywood starlet and daughter of the Philadelphia Devines, h...
Monkey Wrench, the fourth volume in the Tyler series, is the story of Susannah, a local television personality in Milwaukee who comes home to Tyler at the urging of Joe, who is concerned for her grandmother's health. Susannah's grandmother thinks she's dying and is quite anxious to get Susannah m...
Heiress-go-lightly Nora Blackbird and her two sisters- desperate housewife and nudist-yoga enthusiast Libby and fiercely independent Emma-are back in this rollicking mystery about a sports bar with hot wings and hotter waitresses, explosive political secrets, former rock stars, a dangerous fame-a...
When the husband of a wealthy dog food heiress is found bludgeoned to death at an exclusive hunt club, Nora Blackbird is as surprised as anyone. Worse still, the evidence points toward a devious blackmail scheme-with Nora's sister, Emma, as the main suspect. Investigating with the help of friend ...
This is the second book in the Blackbird Sisters Mystery series, which I started reading because my mom sent me a couple of the later books in the series. I wasn't sure after reading the first one but I did find this one to be more amusing and much quicker to get through than the last.Covering a ...
My mom accidentally ordered one of the books from later in the series from her book club. She liked it enough to continue with the series and as she always does, sent the books to me when she finished. I like to start series from the beginning so I ordered this one from Paperback Swap.Nora Blackb...
The new Blackbird Sisters mystery from the bestselling author of A Crazy Little Thing Called Death. Down-to-earth debutante Nora Blackbird is having a meltdown-and it isn't because of Philadelphia's heat wave, or an overdose at the city's Chocolate Festival. A noted Philly philanthropist has tak...
Minutes ticked by, and my feet began to get cold. Libby came out of the deli. With her fingers, she oh-so-casually combed her hair away from her face. Then she tossed her hair over her shoulder and strolled toward me, hips swinging. I recognized all...
We had both moved on with our lives, even though something elemental kept pulling us together again—like gravity. Being around him always got my blood pressure zinging. With the radio blasting another old Dooce tune, I drove up into Lawrenceville to pick up Nooch for the day. But he wasn’t on his...
said Bert Detwiler, tossing the sheaf of black-and-white photos down on his immaculate black acrylic desk. “Looks like your number’s up this time, Carly.” “Don’t be ridiculous.” Carly Cortazzo blew cigarette smoke as she paced the tenth-floor office she shared with Bert, her partner at Twilight C...
she snapped. “You don’t have to treat me like a child.” With his hands in the universal I-surrender position, Michael said, “It’s just that Lucy likes her grilled cheese cut on the diagonal. It’s the only way she’ll eat it.” “With catsup,” Lucy pip...
Libby dropped me in front of the Pendergast Building, and I was soon through security and zooming up the elevator to the offices of the Philadelphia Intelligencer, the rag that still paid my salary. As soon as I stepped off the elevator, I knew Gus Hardwicke was back with ...
Forget I mentioned it, okay?" "Actually, I'm thinking about somebody else." He did look at me in the rearview mirror then. "Who?" "Someone very concerned about appearances." "Does she dress like you?" "She was trying, yes." "Why?" "That's what I'm trying to figure out." "Maybe she's just weird. W...
She checked on her car at Carl’s garage, then drove the pickup back to the lodge without going to see her mother. She stopped at the grocery store instead, spent more of Judson’s money and headed back to Timberlake with enough food to last several days. Liza pushed all thought of her mother out o...
We’re both consenting adults. What have I got to lose? He was hardly aware that rain had started to pelt down in a summer storm until he’d reached the stoop of his building and realized water was dripping off his hair. Shaking like a spaniel, he slammed back into his apartment. He stopped in the ...
The details that came flying at Grace during the next couple of hours made her dizzy. She took phone calls, made notes in her day planner, checked her Twitter feed, organized her upcoming travel arrangements, and eased the minds of the many people who had counted on her leaving Pittsburgh by plan...
—ANN LANDERS First thing I did when we got back to Honeybelle’s house was to give Fred a bath. He smelled like every dog that had ever done time in a kennel—more like dried poop than anything else. I lathered him up twice with the shampoo I used on Miss Ruffles. He stood still for the indignity o...