Eighty-Eight Keys by Catherine Lavender
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Whimsical Publications LLC
Release Date: January 28, 2013
Heat Level: Sweet
Word Count: 54,000
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Blurb ~
Leah is a young woman who is trying to break free from a strict religious background and pursue her dream as a pianist in the world of show business. While trying to find her independence her heart is held captive by Jason Rowe a local basketball star who established an organization to help troubled youth. When Jason is found murdered in his home, Leah is determined to get answers from a closed investigation. During her state of emotional turmoil, Leah finds comfort not only in the melody of her music, but in the arms of a married man named Calvin. With her dreams at her fingertips, Leah is tangled in a web of lies and deceit. Despite the fear of learning the truth, Leah has to realize that only the truth can set her free.
A dead lover, with a trail of broken hearts… A married man, with a double-life… A dream chaser, with a killer at her heels… A piano, with eighty-eight keys…
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The jarring ring
of the telephone pulled Leah back into the present. It took her a couple of
rings to find the buried cell phone. “Hello?”
“Hey, Leah, it’s
Quincy. I was just calling to check up on you.”
She settled back
into a small section of the couch. “Hi, Quincy. I’m doing okay.”
“You sure?” She
could hear the concern in his voice. “You sound a little sad.”
The picture of
her and Jason crumpled in her fist. “Well, you know how it is. I’m surrounded
by ghosts at every turn.” Her inner voice urged her to change the subject
quickly. “How are you doing?”
“Well, that kind
of brings me to the second purpose of this call. Would you mind coming in this
afternoon? There is still so much to do for the gala, and we can use all the
help we can get.”
Leah looked at
her watch, then at the mess in her living room. “Yep, I can be there in a
couple of hours.”
Saying her
goodbyes, Leah hung up the phone and made a mental note to pick up, packing
boxes along the way. When her lease was up, she was moving to her neon
oasis—Las Vegas. Leah was going to be a pianist.
Running thirty
minutes late, Leah pulled into the parking lot of Bright Horizons Youth Group.
She didn’t see Mrs. Turner and Rosa until she almost collided into them.
“Oh, oops,
sorry,” Leah said, fumbling with her purse and notebook. “I, um, didn’t see you
there.” The look on Rosa’s face was pure anger.
“Well, we are
certainly glad you’re here,” Mrs. Turner said with an airy smile. “There is
just so much that needs to be done, and well, it is your business to know how
to do this.”
Leah smiled,
situating her purse on her shoulder, and avoided eye contact with Rosa in case
one of the thousand daggers thrown from her eyes would penetrate. “You know, I
am just happy to help,” she said to the older woman. Leah cringed at the overly
eager sound of her own voice.
“And we are so
glad you are helping, swallowing your pride for the good of Bright Horizons.”
Mrs. Turner wore her Armani dress like it was a second skin, her makeup and
hair flawless as always. Her smile was etched, and didn’t quite spread to the
rest of her face.
“I don’t
understand why…” Rosa said. Her hostility spoke volumes.
Leah braced
herself for a very vocal confrontation.
“No, dear.” Mrs.
Turner put a beautifully manicured hand on Rosa’s forearm. “You don’t
understand, and you never will if you don’t check your attitude.”
A car horn
caused all three women to look around. “Ah, that’s for me.” Mrs. Turner pulled
a sheet of paper from her book, not acknowledging the impatient student
honking.
Leah didn’t want
to know why the University’s current basketball star was sitting in Mrs.
Turner’s car.
“If you both
will excuse me, I have more important mat-ters to attend to.” She handed Leah a
long list, “Be a dear and see if you can crank this out.”
The two women
eyed each other warily.
Rosa brushed
past Leah. “Don’t you dare screw this up,” she hissed.
“Why would you
think that?” Leah usually kept to herself as far as Rosa was concerned, but the
implication bothered her.
Rosa slid on a
pair of sunglasses. “Because you screw everything up.”
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About the Author:
Catherine Lavender is
from Baltimore, Maryland but now resides in Tampa, Florida with her miniature
schnauzer name Ripken. She is an animal activist, as well as a supporter of the
organization First Book which helps supply literature for underprivileged
children. In her spare time, Catherine enjoys reading classic literature and
playing the acoustic guitar.
Find Catherine online:
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