Anna Harris has a dream job working for a socialite New
Yorker, Helen Spencer. As her secretary/assistant, Anna is
well paid, travels, and is gifted with a luxurious Packard
sedan. It all came to a halt when Anna finds her employer
brutally murdered in her bedroom at the country mansion.
Written on the wallpaper in Helen Spencer's blood is RUN.
Knowing when Helen gives an order, she expects immediate
action, Anna runs to her room to begin packing. In her
closet, she removes a shoebox in which she keeps her cash.
Surprised to find much more cash than she placed there, she
also found a note from Helen and a notebook, she was unable
to decipher. In the note, Helen warns her to not trust
anyone, run and do not return. Also, take the notebook and
keep it for a backup, should she need it. Confused, Anna
gets into her car and begins to drive and figure out a plan
to stay safe. Time for a new life. Anna continues driving,
heading West. What better place to reinvent yourself than
Hollywood? La La Land, here I come!
In Los Angeles, Anna selects a new identity. She is Irene
Glasson, a reporter at a sleazy scandal sheet, looking for
her first big story. A tipster, a wanna-be actress, calls to
give her the "scoop" on a hot story about a up-and-coming
leading man, Nick Tremayne. Irene is instructed to meet her
at the Spa at the Burning Cove Hotel, located in a small
town on the coast. Irene gets into the spa by the side door,
as instructed, and enters the pool. Laying on the bottom of
the pool, is a woman and she is dead.
The posh, luxury hotel is owned by Oliver Ward who has
strict rules about who is allowed to come to Burning Cove
Hotel. No reporters, no photographers. He offers privacy to
studio moguls, stars and wealthy patrons, catering to their
every wish. When he discovers the murder and meets Irene he
decides they will work together to solve the murder. They
become friends, then lovers. Twists and turns lead them to
the murderer who was a total surprise to me.
Amanda Quick writes a delightful story filled with glitz,
glamor, murder, power and romance in the Hollywood of the
1930's. THE GIRL WHO KNEW TOO MUCH is an addictive, fast
moving tale of murders, deceptions, with a bit of a sweet
romance, and a touch of humor. The chemistry between Irene
Glasson and handsome, charmer Oliver Ward sparkles! Oliver,
formerly, a Master of Deception and is known globally for
his magic until he retired. His last performance backfired
and he had a serious injury to his leg and walks with a limp
and a cane. It does not, however, diminish his hunky, sexy,
charm. I loved him. Great read and I hope there is a sequel
coming. This is a great read!
Now in paperback, the New York Times bestselling author of ’Til Death Do Us Part transports readers to 1930s California, where glamour and seduction spawn a multitude of sins… When Hollywood moguls and stars want privacy, they head to an idyllic small town on the coast, where the exclusive Burning Cove Hotel caters to their every need. It’s where reporter Irene Glasson finds herself staring down at a beautiful actress at the bottom of a pool… The dead woman had a red-hot secret about up-and-coming leading man Nick Tremayne, a scoop that Irene couldn’t resist—especially since she’s just a rookie at a third-rate gossip rag. But now Irene’s investigation into the drowning threatens to tear down the wall of illusion that is so deftly built around the famous actor, and there are powerful men willing to do anything to protect their investment. Seeking the truth, Irene finds herself drawn to a master of deception. Oliver Ward was once a world-famous magician—until he was mysteriously injured during his last performance. Now the owner of the Burning Cove Hotel, he can’t let scandal threaten his livelihood, even if it means trusting Irene, a woman who seems to have appeared in Los Angeles out of nowhere four months ago… With Oliver’s help, Irene soon learns that the glamorous paradise of Burning Cove hides dark and dangerous secrets. And that the past—always just out of sight—could drag them both under…
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