By Debra Burroughs
During this 4th publication within the Paradise Valley secret sequence, Emily Parker, a candy yet sassy small city inner most eye, races to unravel a scandalous homicide. Her global is unexpectedly flipped the other way up while the guy she loves, the town's horny police detective, is accused of murdering a feminine Assistant District lawyer, with whom the police think he used to be having an affair. Emily needs to struggle to turn out him blameless, with the aid of her shut circle of neighbors, as she struggles opposed to her personal doubts.
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