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BODY MOVERS: And you thought you had a dead end job...
When life knocks you down....
Get up and get moving!
Fast forward ten years, and Carlotta and Wesley are still kicking--each other. After sacrificing her twenties to be a mother to Wesley, she feels like a failure when the lovable genius slacker, who's up to his neck in gambling debt to loan sharks, is arrested for hacking into the city courthouse records--a move that puts their fugitive parents' case back in the spotlight. An exasperated Carlotta gives Wesley an ultimatum to get a real job...but she doesn't expect him to become a body mover for the morgue...or to be drawn into body moving herself...or for the experience to reunite her with an old love....
"Bond has successfully switched to the crime genre, bringing along her trademark humor and panache." --Booklist
"This is a series the reader will want to jump on in the very beginning." --Writers Unlimited
"A fun and exciting romp from beginning to end. Body Movers is signature Stephanie Bond, with witty dialogue, brilliant characterization, and a wonderful well-plotted storyline." --Contemporary Romance Writers
"This series is simply splendid. Vivid, quirky, flawed wonderful people fill its pages and you care about what happens to them." --Huntress Reviews
2 BODIES FOR THE PRICE OF 1
3 MEN AND A BODY
4 BODIES AND A FUNERAL
7 BRIDES FOR 7 BODIES
stripe-haired, goth-garbed Hannah in an open courtroom than with her attorney’s expertise. “His arraignment is Monday.” “I won’t be back until Tuesday or I’d go with you. Is there anything I can do from here to help?” A rush of fondness swelled Carlotta’s chest and she laughed. “Not unless you have a spare thousand you could wire me.” Her friend would know she was kidding, of course. Hannah earned barely enough with her sporadic catering work to pay for her culinary classes. “Uh-oh. Does this
cut his gaze to Carlotta, his curiosity plain. “Walt, this is Carly, an old friend. Carly, this is Walt…Tully.” Carlotta blinked—her father’s former partner. No wonder he looked familiar. She’d been to countless company gatherings at his house, had gone to school with his daughter. And no wonder Peter was acting so strangely. But even though her father had stained the company’s reputation, she had nothing to atone for. She stuck out her hand and when the man took it, smiling, she said, “I’m
fixation on feeding live rodents to that killer snake of his. Was he attracted to this kind of job? Good God, having her for a parent had affected him more than she’d ever dreamed. Not only was he a delinquent, but he was…morbid. Coop wiped his mouth and groaned in satisfaction. “That was great.” “Thanks,” Wesley said, then gave Carlotta’s half-eaten breakfast a pointed look. “Yes, it’s great,” she concurred weakly. “But I’m just not as hungry as I thought.” The world was missing out on the
manage. “I told you that our relationship ended years ago.” “Really? Then why does Peter Ashford carry a photo of you in his wallet?” She blinked. “What?” His eyebrows went up. “You didn’t know?” “Of course I didn’t know.” “But his wife probably did. Which might explain why she attacked you here the day she was murdered.” Her throat convulsed. “I…I…you know about that?” He gave her a tight smile. “Your security department has been helpful. The question is, why didn’t you tell me that she
Tuesday, she asked about availability that day. “There’s an opening at ten o’clock Tuesday morning.” “I’ll take it,” she said, then listened as the woman explained that they didn’t accept insurance cards unless a procedure was deemed a medical necessity, so Carlotta should come prepared to pay the three-hundred-dollar consultation fee. She could think of a thousand other things to spend three hundred dollars on, but at least she didn’t have to worry about having money next week for that