Just the title alone for this book makes it sound intriguing. Let me tempt you some more with this excerpt. Download your own copy and let me know what you think. And you can also see some more excerpts and thoughts as you follow the tour. Best of luck in the giveaway!
A workaholic bio-medical scientist, Beth Armstrong, is torn between saving her sabotaged ground-breaking multiple sclerosis research or honoring an obligation to care for her chain-smoking, Cuba Libre drinking, ex-flapper aunt. Nursemaid ranks just above catching the plague on Beth’s scale, yet her ex-flapper aunt would prefer anything deadly to losing her independence under the hands of her obsessive compulsive niece. While a murderous culprit runs loose in the science institute, the raucous aunt entertains Beth’s neglected husband with nightly cocktails and stories form the Roaring twenties. The Flapper, the Scientist, and the Saboteur intertwines a corporate espionage mystery with a generational battle-of-wills story between a dedicated professional intent on fighting chaos to restore order and a free-spirited aunt who needs her niece to live in the moment.
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Beth parked and turned off her lights.
Someone drove to a rear door, got out, and went in. Beth started to turn the key in her ignition then stopped. The man came out and passed under the security light by a side door.
Borstell.
A few seconds later, he disappeared around the corner. She slowly drove to the front of the building.
There were clusters of cars in the lot. Did he drive away? What type of car? Did he go inside?
She parked, slipped out, and squeezed between two sedans. One of the car doors opened, blocking her path. Borstell popped out.
She jumped back.
"Are you stalking me?" Borstell said.
"Excuse me?"
He stood a few feet away. Her hand slid into her purse.
"You drove around that building, spying."
"Isn’t it rather late for you to be at work?" she said.
Borstell slammed his door and strode toward her, his jaw clenched.
"You’re a first-class bitch?"
"Back off." She whipped the pepper spray can out of her purse, held her arm straight out and aimed at his face. Her finger hovered over the button.
Borstell’s eyes widened, then his gaze shifted to something behind her.
"I left the van behind the building," he said. "Put the keys in your box."
“Old trick.” She scoffed.
"Heard something." this came from an unfamiliar voice. "Everything okay?"
She glanced over her shoulder. Wearing a rumpled uniform and a large shiny badge, the security guard’s hand rested on his holster.
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This is a wonderful and well-written story, thank you.
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