Billboard Cop

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ISBN Digital: 978-1-61217-543-0
ISBN Print: 978-1-61217-542-3
Page Count: 304
Word Count: 77915
Rating: Sensual (PG-PG13)

Wanted: Old-fashioned wife. No others need apply.

York Wylinski, a hard-core homicide detective with old-fashioned values, yearns for a woman with the same sensibilities. A billboard ad seems like the perfect way to find her. But what he gets is a beautiful, conniving reporter on the trail of story.

Jen Lyman is a thoroughly modern reporter. When she sees the billboard ad, she wants the scoop, and pretending to be an old-fashioned girl seems like the perfect way to get it. But what she gets is a gorgeous cop who just happens to be the detective in charge of the murder case she's pursuing.

By the time York discovers Jen's deception, he's already falling for her. His first thought is to run like hell. That is, until he learns she's involved in his copycat Boston Strangler case. And what she knows could kill her...

Rating: Sensual
Page Count: 304
Word Count: 77915
978-1-61217-542-3 Paperback
978-1-61217-543-0 Digital


Out of the corner of her eye, Jen Lyman, reporter for the Boston Globe, caught sight of a billboard printed in huge, black letters. The bold words on the stark white background seemed to leap at her. Her heart raced, immediately sensing a story.



P.O. BOX 48613


She hit the brakes, shifted into reverse and sped backward.

Dory Kincaid, Globe photographer and Jen’s best friend, clung to the dashboard and shrieked, “Have you lost your mind?”

When Jen had a clear view of the billboard through her front windshield, she jerked to a stop. “Maybe, but I smell a story.” She grabbed her digital recorder from her bag and read the ad into it.

Dory chuckled. “Oh, wow. I see what you mean.” She pulled her always-loaded camera from her bag and snapped a few shots. “What kind of weirdo would put up such a hokey ad?” Jen flashed her most devious smile. “And what kind of woman would answer it? Obviously, your kind. I see the wheels already turning in your head.”

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