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A cow suicide, a revolving door rescue, and the birth of a bright purple pig are starting to make Kate Saxee wonder if taking a job in her small hometown of Branson Falls, Utah, was such a great idea. As The Branson Tribune editor, Kate covers local news, which, more often than not, involves her accident-prone mom. Nothing truly newsworthy has ever happened in the quiet town until local teen Chelsea Bradford turns up dead in a Branson Falls lake.
The police rule Chelsea’s death an accident, but Kate suspects there’s more to the story—and she’s not the only one. Two of Branson’s most eligible bachelors are determined to help her solve the crime—among other things. But the small town social network is faster than Twitter, and gossip about Kate’s love-life is quickly branding her the Branson Falls hussy.
As Kate learns more about Chelsea, she discovers that plenty of people are trying to cover up the real story behind the girl’s death—including Chelsea’s parents. Now Kate has to juggle work, men, her mom’s most recent disaster involving a low-speed John Deere Combine chase on the freeway, and fend off the Mormons heaven-bent on saving her soul—all while solving Chelsea’s murder. Dealing with this is going to require a lot of coffee, chocolate frosted donuts, Neil Diamond’s greatest hits, and a slew of words not on the town approved imitation swear list.
About the Author
Destiny Ford is a pseudonym for Angela Corbett. Angela graduated from Westminster College with a double major in communication and sociology. She started working as a reporter when she was sixteen and won awards for feature, news, and editorial writing. She has also done freelance writing. In addition to writing, she works as a director of communications and marketing. She loves classic cars, traveling, cupcakes, and U2. She lives in Utah with her extremely supportive husband and their five-pound Pomeranian, Pippin, whose following of fangirls could rival Justin Bieber’s.
She writes adult titles under the name Destiny Ford, and YA/NA titles under the name Angela Corbett.
Read an Excerpt:
The garage door was open, my dad’s legs sticking out from under the Mustang. He was six feet tall and resembled a tank: strong and capable of anything. I was surprised he fit under the car. The fact that he was already working on the Mustang meant he must have heard about the fire and the dead truck from the police scanner he’d bought several years ago to keep track of his wife. My mom saw him too and grabbed her purse, which she’d managed to save before the truck was completely engulfed in flames.
“You better come with me,” Mom said. “This is a Mustang situation.”
I nodded as we got out of the car, and followed her into the garage.
My mom walked up to the edge of the Mustang. She looked down through the engine compartment, trying to see my dad through all the parts under the hood.
Mom had a wide variety of emotions to pull from depending on the level of chaos she’d caused. For fire, she generally chose timid. “Hi, honey,” she said. When she didn’t get a response she continued, “Now I’m sure you probably heard about this on the scanner, but I just want you to know that I’m fine, and it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t get hurt much, and everything is okay.” The only sound that came from under the hood was the noise of a ratchet-wrench. “Well, not everything exactly, we need to go truck shopping again soon, but until then, the insurance company should give us a rental.”
This time there was a disbelieving grunt from the garage floor. We stood there for a minute waiting to see if the grunt would be followed by anything substantial. When it wasn’t, Mom decided on another tactic. “Anyway, Kate got to cover the story, isn’t that exciting! And since she was already at the scene, I didn’t have to bother you to come pick me up.”
Mom waited again. Finally my dad rolled out from under the car, wrench in hand. He pointed the wrench in my direction. “I’m glad you didn’t get your mother’s disaster genes.” He turned to my mom, looking her over, his eyes softening as they lingered on her bandages. “I did hear about it on the scanner. I was just hoping it wasn’t you. Wishful thinking. I’m glad you’re not seriously hurt. Not your fault…” He snorted and shook his head. “You get to explain this to the insurance company.”
And with that, he slid back under the car.
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