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What happens when divers discover a mythical wooden mermaid at the bottom of the ocean? Theft, murder, and a missing treasure, that’s what.
When Princess Isadora’s emerald amulet vanishes and a dead body turns up impaled on the spear of the Sirena Bella’s siren, Mallory’s best friend Juni Jones is suspect number one. Mallory should leave the investigating to the police, but let’s be real—she doesn’t trust them to get it right, even if one of them is the ridiculously good-looking (and ridiculously frustrating) Luke Beckett. And just when she thought she’d finally made a choice in her love life, the other man in the equation isn’t backing down without a fight.
Between a murder investigation, a legend that won’t stay buried, a love life more tangled than seaweed, and an overbearing mother pushing her toward “the right kind of man,” Mallory’s barely keeping her head above water.
Can she clear her friend’s name, find the treasure, and dodge a murderer? Or will she be the next one sleeping with the fishes?
Love Before the Lies: A Mallory Hemingway Novella
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Death, crop circles, and one very inconveniently attractive distraction…Mallory Hemingway dreams of becoming a serious journalist, but for now, she’s stuck answering phones for a sexist boss, dating a guy who loves himself more than her, and wondering if this is really all life has to offer.
When a hot tip about a crop circle leads her to a gruesome murder scene, Mallory sees her chance to break a real story—if she doesn’t get herself killed first. Between nosy neighbors, corporate corruption, and a mystery that keeps getting twistier, she barely has time to mourn her train-wreck of a relationship.
But one unexpected complication? The infuriatingly charming man who keeps crossing her path. He might be a suspect. He might be her next mistake. Either way, he’s a distraction she doesn’t need… or maybe exactly what she does.
If Mallory makes it out of this mess alive, she’s leaving town for good. No more dead-end jobs, no more bad boyfriends, and definitely no more murder. Probably.
Kimberly Griggs