Killing Cupid (A Jaine Austen Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
Travis had said he was sure Joy had blackmailed Greg into joining Dates of Joy. It sure made sense to me. From the moment I saw him cuddled up with that brunet beauty at Simon’s Steak House, I could not for the life of me figure out why a guy like Greg would need Joy’s services. I looked up his address on Travis’s handy dandy contact list and, after slipping into some sweats and a hoodie, was soon zipping off to his house in the ultra-tony North of Montana section of Santa Monica, where unassuming little cottages sell for upwards of two mil. Greg’s house, however, was anything but unassuming. A massive Mediterranean-style McMansion surrounded by lush foliage, it was dotted with so many balconies, I almost expected to see either Rapunzel or the Pope pop out on one of them. A Lamborghini parked in the driveway allowed me to hope that Greg was home. After parking my lowly Corolla at the curb, I trotted up the path to Greg’s massive front door and rang the bell. Inside I could hear chimes reverberating, and seconds later, much to my delight, Greg answered the door himself—in jeans and a work shirt, his surfer blond hair glinting in the morning sun.
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