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Secrets are every where

Excerpt of Do Not Disturb by Christie Ridgway

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Avon
December 2003
Featuring: Angel Buchanan; C.J. Jones
384 pages
ISBN: 006009348X
Paperback
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Romance Contemporary

Also by Christie Ridgway:

Keep On Loving You, February 2016
Paperback / e-Book
Can't Fight This Feeling, July 2015
Paperback / e-Book
Make Me Lose Control, January 2015
Paperback / e-Book
Take My Breath Away, June 2014
Paperback / e-Book
The Love Shack, April 2013
Paperback / e-Book
Bungalow Nights, March 2013
Paperback / e-Book
Beach House No. 9, February 2013
Paperback / e-Book
Beach House Beginnings, January 2013
e-Book
Kiss the Bride, April 2012
Trade Size / e-Book
Can't Hurry Love, July 2011
Paperback
Then He Kissed Me, January 2011
Paperback
Crush On You, June 2010
Paperback
Double The Heat, December 2009
Paperback
Dirty Sexy Knitting, June 2009
Paperback
Runaway Bride Returns!, May 2009
Mass Market Paperback
I Still Do, January 2009
Mass Market Paperback
Unravel Me, November 2008
Paperback
How To Knit A Wild Bikini, June 2008
Paperback
Bachelor Boss, April 2008
Paperback
His Forbidden Fianc, April 2007
Paperback
Not Another New Year's, January 2007
Paperback
Must Love Mistletoe, December 2006
Paperback
The Reckoning, May 2006
Paperback
The Care and Feeding of Unmarried Men, April 2006
Paperback
An Offer He Can't Refuse, July 2005
Paperback
Right By Her Side, April 2005
Paperback
The Thrill of It All, November 2004
Paperback
Mistletoe and Mayhem, October 2004
Paperback
Do Not Disturb, December 2003
Paperback
Then Comes Marriage, January 2003
Paperback
This Perfect Kiss, January 2001
Paperback
Wish You Were Here, February 2000
Paperback
The Marriage Maker, January 2000
Paperback

Excerpt of Do Not Disturb by Christie Ridgway

Chapter One

Inside Carmel, California's largest church, the unseasonal early September heat opened the pores of the one-thousand- plus gathered for Stephen Whitney's memorial service. The mingled scents of deodorant, aftershave, hairspray, and perfume rose above the crowd to hang like a thick cloud over the pews, making each of Angel's breaths a struggle.

Add to the cloying humidity yet another piercing Hallelujah!, followed by the droning voice of yet another moralistic muckety-muck at the podium, and Angel wondered if she'd made the short drop to her own personal hell instead of the short drive from San Francisco. Her scalp itched beneath her broad-brimmed black straw hat. She pressed the fingertips of her black cotton gloves to her upper lip to blot the moisture gathering there.

She needed air.

She needed out.

But she could hardly retreat now.

Not after pitching the idea of an in-depth profile on Stephen Whitney in such winning tones to her editor, Jane Hurley. Not after following that up with an interoffice e- mail inquiring if Jane had any contacts that might be helpful.

Jane herself proved to be that -- Angel had counted on it. While her editor was the woman who had turned West Coast magazine from a monthly filled with decorating tips and regional recipes into a nationally read and respected political and cultural journal, she was also Hearst-rich and maintained a second home on the famed Seventeen Mile Drive. So thanks to Jane, Angel had scored one of the scarce press passes to this memorial service, and her name was on the short list of guests for a much more private ceremony taking place later that day.

Nevertheless, Angel couldn't quash her serious second thoughts about digging into Stephen Whitney's life. In the past, she'd made it her mission to ignore anything having to do with the "Artist of the Heart," just as he'd ignored her when she'd so desperately needed him. Maybe she shouldn't --

Oh, stop being such a sissy, the journalist inside her interrupted, there's good stuff here. A story worth telling.

But even as another choral ensemble trooped up to the front of the church, Angel continued to waffle. So she settled her latest dilemma the same way she'd settled nearly all of them since she was a lonely twelve-year- old hooked on the video of All the President's Men.

WWWD? Angel asked herself. What Would Wood-ward Do?

And the answer was obvious, of course. Woodward would work the story.

Without delay.

Inhaling a deep breath, she glanced left and appraised the person nearest her in the second-to-the-last pew. Middle- aged lady, politely interested expression, quiet mauve suit. A likely source for some basic info.

Abandoning her niche at the outside corner of the pew, Angel slid closer. The filmy chiffon overlay of her sleeveless, little black dress floated up around her knees and she settled it back down before catching the lady's eye.

"Excuse me," she murmured. One of the very few things Angel knew about the artist was that he'd married. "I wonder if you could point out the widow."

Ms. Mauve took her time giving a less-than-neighborly once- over, which made Angel sorry she'd tucked her hair beneath her hat. She had yards of the curly blond stuff, and though it was a real pain to manage, it did take ten years off her age. That was a real blessing in the news- gathering biz, because people tended to trust those who looked more vulnerable than they.

It was another long moment before the woman finally spoke. "Stephen Whitney," she said in a biting whisper, "didn't believe in black."

Angel glanced down at her dark dress. "Oh." That explained why she was the lone beetle among the throng of butterflies in the room. She'd thought it was the heat that had everyone wearing pastels. "How, uh ... colorful of him."

When her comment did nothing to endear her to Ms. Mauve, Angel gave up and slid back toward her corner. But instead of the outside of her right leg finding the inside edge of the wooden pew, it found the long, hard thigh of a man.

"Oh!" Angel exclaimed again, scooting away to stare at the person who had invaded her corner when she wasn't looking. "Pardon me."

He glanced at her. Well, she supposed he did. It was hard to tell exactly what he was looking at when his eyes were hidden behind the dark lenses of Armani sunglasses.

"Don't mention it," he said in a low voice, his attention returning forward.

For some odd reason, Angel's attention stayed on him. He must have known Stephen Whitney better than she, because the man beside her was dressed in a butter-yellow linen shirt and a light olive suit. Both the suit and the shirt looked a little too big on him. He was very tan -- oh, like, for sure, the tan, the expensive suit, and those fancy shades just screamed Malibu Beach -- and his shiny dark hair untidily brushed his collar in an I-don't-give-a- damn sort of way.

As if sensing her continued regard, he turned his head her way again.

A sharp jolt of something—something like ... like ... uh, recognition? -- straightened her in her seat and stirred a sexy little tickle low in her belly. Angel barely suppressed the sudden urge to squirm against the wooden bench as her hormones said, Hell-o! You gotta check this guy out!

But then, thank God, in dour, sensible tones, her head reminded the rest of her they were at a funeral. Stephen Whitney's funeral.

Feeling an embarrassed flush rising up her neck, she tried glossing over the awkward moment with a warm smile ...

Excerpt from Do Not Disturb by Christie Ridgway
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