Title Fais Do Do Die
Author Pauline Baird Jones
Genre Cozy Mystery, Romantic Suspense
He kicks down doors, and she serves hors d’oeuvres. And the Big Uneasy delivers them both a huge helping of high stakes danger—and a chance at romance.
A happy ending skeptic and caterer, Sarah Burland has a high profile gig at a fundraiser. It’s a coup for her catering company until murder kills the party spirit and triggers a hostage situation.
SWAT Team Member Calvin Baker’s job cost him his marriage. He’s done with romance—even if he does find himself taking an interest in a family friend, Sarah, from time to time. He’s sure his feelings are platonic until he finds out she’s caught in a hostage situation.
Cal’s team affects a rescue, but Sarah’s troubles aren’t over. The victim’s friends—and enemies—keep trouble cooking, and the deeper they dig, the more confusing things get—and the more their attraction to each other grows.
Can the cook and the cop survive long enough to work out their differences? Take a ride into another installment in the engaging Big Uneasy series and find out!
The music had slowed as the witching hour approached. It would be at least another hour before Sarah got off her feet and they knew it and weren’t happy about it. She surreptitiously moved her shoulders to ease the cramp and glanced at her watch.
Technically this do was done—
She heard another giggle, one with a coy protest in it and returned her attention to Afoniki and his deb. She’d pulled back in mock protest. As Sarah watched, Afoniki tugged her closer, his mouth smiling but his eyes bored. With a flirtatious smile, the deb allowed herself to be pulled into his arms, the girl’s arms sliding around to his back. It kind of creeped Sarah out, but before she could look away, the deb let out a startled cry, yanking away from the bad guy.
The deb’s hands were stretched out in front, her horrified gaze going from the something dark smeared across her hands and then back to Afoniki. He swayed, his gaze startled, perhaps puzzled, but then slowly going unfocused.
The deb’s scream was choked, almost a shrill gasp.
Against the walls, his bodyguards had stiffened to heightened attention. Confusion turned the nearby dancers into milling, confused bystanders, and then some realization not apparent to Sarah began to flow over them. Hands went to mouths. Sounds of distress began to build. The deb backed away from him like the distressed heroine from a melodrama, joined by others who faded back, leaving Afoniki swaying alone in the center of the dance floor.
His bodyguards surged forward. One of them caught him as he stumbled forward and it was only then that Sarah saw something sticking out of Afoniki’s back.
The bodyguard held up a hand that was smeared red.
The deb and some of the other women loosed low moans that began to rise to screams.
The other three bodyguards suddenly all held weapons as the music faltered to a stop.
So did the screams as everyone stared at the guns.
“No one move,” one of them snarled into the sudden silence.
Just when things were going so smoothly toward a tidy departure.
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USA Today Bestselling author Pauline Baird Jones never liked reality, so she writes books. She likes to wander among the genres, rampaging like Godzilla, because she does love peril mixed in her romance. Loves chocolate, bacon, flamingoes, and mid-century modern anything.
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