I was running late, and while Earnest Dunst was in some ways the most easygoing client in the world, he didn’t deal well with a disrupted routine. A message I didn’t have time for right now. Three months in, that button was a message. His metabolism allowed him to get away with it. My client, Earnest, sat in front of his computer all day eating snack food, which meant I sat around all day eating the same. I stripped them off and left them discarded on the floor in disgust. My housemate’s cat, Meow, who had been fast asleep on my pillow, dived after it like it was a cockroach. I straightened to survey myself in the mirror and got a glimpse of short copper-brown hair, blue eyes, and an oxygen-starved face before the aforementioned button launched itself free of my jeans and rolled under the bed. With white-knuckled fingers and the power of positive thinking, I managed to do up the top button. I sucked in a deep breath and fought the denim fabric straining against my hips. In this fun-packed romantic sequel to Eat, Pray, Die, join Izzy as she learns where she stands with the enigmatic Connor and tries to put another bad guy behind bars. Meanwhile, the killer is destroying anything that might link back to them. To top it all off, her least favorite relative in the whole wide world drops by for an unexpected visit. The LAPD commander is even less pleased to have Izzy on the case since he considers her a suspect and, even worse, a mere civilian. But despite three months of absence to make Connor’s heart grow fonder, he doesn't seem pleased to be working with her again.
When crucial evidence goes missing, investigator Connor Stiles will need Izzy's inside knowledge to help track down the killer.
Until her sweet, agoraphobic client mysteriously leaves the safety of his apartment and winds up dead. Isobel Avery is on her second assignment as an undercover poison taster for Los Angeles's rich and famous…Īnd she’s actually enjoying herself.
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