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The books of May are here—fresh, fierce, and full of feels.

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Wedding season includes searching for a missing bride�and a killer . . .


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One island. Three generations. A summer that changes everything.


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A snapshot made them legends. What it didn�t show could tear them apart.


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This life coach will give you a lift!


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A twisty, "addictive," mystery about jealousy and bad intentions


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Trapped by magic, haunted by muses�she must master the cards before they�re lost to darkness.


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Masquerades, secrets, and a forbidden romance stitched into every seam.


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A vanished manuscript. A murdered expert. A castle full of secrets�and one sharp-witted sleuth.


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Two warrior angels. First friends, now lovers. Their future? A WILD UNKNOWN.


Excerpt of A Wealth of Deception by Trish Esden

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Scandal Mountain Antiques #2
Crooked Lane Books
April 2023
On Sale: April 18, 2023
Featuring: Edie Brown
336 pages
ISBN: 163910254X
EAN: 9781639102549
Kindle: B0B6Z76QTK
Hardcover / e-Book / audiobook
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Also by Trish Esden:

A Wealth of Deception, April 2023
Hardcover / e-Book / audiobook
The Art of the Decoy, April 2022
Hardcover / e-Book

Excerpt of A Wealth of Deception by Trish Esden

“When I was seventeen, my grandparents died in a plane crash. A single-engine plane. Within sight of our house. The therapist suggested I create a memory box dedicated to them. I didn’t tell her I’d already declared the field where they went down a living memorial, at least in my mind. Instead of opening my heart, I bristled and did as she asked, gluing photographs, newspaper articles, and other odds and ends into the craft store box she provided. Then I closed the box’s lid and scrawled orange and red flames on the outside, crayons snapping under the ferocity of my grip. 

Satisfied, the therapist smiled. 

That afternoon, I buried the box in the field. It felt like a hollow tribute compared to my living memorial. Still, the act of creating had left its mark. A few years later, when I was working on my degrees and interning at auction houses, I found my chest tightening when I saw or handled certain pieces, outsider art most often. Art created from pure intentions, emotion without the hindrance that can come with formal training. Sure, the neurons at the back of my brain always went crazy when I crossed paths with any genuine, quality piece of art or antique. But outsider art hit me the hardest. 

Love and loss. Pain and secrets. Emotions made manifest.” 

—Edie Brown 

 

Chapter One 


“Whoa, check this out!”
It was late afternoon on June twenty-fifth. Kala and I were sitting in the shade of the front porch, sipping citrus vodka on the rocks while we sorted through a mountain of vintage jewelry, pricing what was sellable and setting the rest aside. 

I looked up in time to see her pluck a glittering monkey-shaped brooch out of the pile. I studied the creature, hands raised to cover its eyes. “Is that one of the three wise monkeys?”

“See No Evil. Isn’t he wonderful?” She pinned the brooch onto the bandana that held back her curly afro. “Take him off my paycheck. He’s mine—and I claim the other two monkeys if they surface.” 

I laughed. “You can have them all. Call it a bonus for cruel and unusual punishment.” I slid plastic pearls off a broken necklace string, letting them dribble between my fingers and patter into a shoebox already half full of odds and ends. “I swear if I look at another piece of junk, I’m going to scream.” 

“You’re nuts, Edie. This is the best job ever.” Kala nudged the vodka bottle my way. I took it but only poured a finger of liquid into my glass. “I just wish there were a few nicer pieces mixed in, like some Victorian mourning jewelry.” 

She gave me a sidelong glance. “The stuff made of human hair?” 

“Exactly. Those are real antiques—folk art.”

“You mean they’re worth more money,” she said.

“Well, that too.”

As Kala resituated the brooch, I thought back to the first time I’d seen her. About a month ago, I’d come home to help with the family antique business after my mom went to prison for art forgery. I was supposed to meet up with my uncle Tuck at an Antiques Roadshow sort of event and do some appraisals with him. But when I arrived, I found our table staffed by an unfamiliar black woman in her early twenties—aka: Kala. She was a good six years younger than me, and a fair amount shorter. She’d had on overalls and a sleeveless purple T-shirt and was valuing vintage trolls. 

The whole situation had taken me aback. I mean, I’m all for comfy clothing, but an appraisal event calls for a certain level of professionalism. And trolls? Our family business—Scandal Mountain Fine Arts and Antiques—had a reputation for dealing in upper-end pieces, not collectables, though that had somewhat fallen by the wayside thanks to my mom’s lack of business acumen. Frankly, the largest surprise was that Mom had taken on an employee when she was headed to prison and the business was all but bankrupt. But I'd been wrong to criticize her decision. Kala was fabulous. She worked for room and board, and commission on the stuff she sold. She also came with an intriguing, though rather dubious, set of skills, including lockpicking and a familiarity with the darknet—not to mention that a bartender at the Jumping Café recently declared her ID a fake. 

The buzz of my phone pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced at the caller ID. 

Excerpt from A Wealth of Deception by Trish Esden
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