Fool Me Once, Fool Me Twice
Angie Gregory put her job and even her life on the line to help out Michael Brewster, and he'd walked away with barely a thank you. Again.
How could she be so dumb?
He needed to be with his sons, he said. He'd call.
And then his sons were kidnapped. Angie had come to love them as if they were her own in such a short time. They should have been hers, a voice in her head wailed.
Well they weren't, she told the voice firmly.
Michael had gone after his sons. He left messages on her office phone when he knew she wouldn't be around to pick it up.
But things weren't going well in Moscow either. Not that he seemed to care, she thought savagely.
So she was doing public relations for her friend's play. Doing legal research for her attorney Mark Briggs to pay off her legal costs -- costs she'd incurred because of Michael, she thought, outraged.
And then she gets a letter. She may know where his sons are.
They should have been mine, the voice wailed. It didn't matter, really. They were 5-years-old, and they needed a rescue.
Angie Gregory might not feel like risking her heart for a man again. But those 5-year-old twins are another matter.
Four women friends have each other's backs. And really? There's little you can't do if you've got friends like that --even take a second chance at love. These are slow-burn contemporary romantic suspense novels -- a guaranteed HEA spread across three books per woman, even if the road to happiness is long and complicated.
