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eBook Category: Romance/Suspense/Thriller
eBook Description: Leah, a landscape designer, inherited her love of gardening from her eccentric aunt. When contracted to work on private investigator Sean Russel's garden, Leah becomes involved in a series of unpleasant experiences involving his cases. Despite her increasing attraction to Sean, she soon begins to wonder how she happened to become enmeshed in such mayhem.

eBook Publisher: Wings ePress, Inc, Published: Wings ePress, 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2005

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [1.2 MB], eReader (PDB) [244 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [230 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [205 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [242 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [249 KB], hiebook (KML) [573 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [291 KB], iSilo (PDB) [189 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [237 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [295 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [297 KB]
Words: 74336
Reading time: 212-297 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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ISBN: 1-59088-405-1

The hunk nodded, looking perplexed. His mop of shining black hair nodded with him. It reached his shoulders--very unfashionable. Most men these days wore their hair cropped, and a lot had their heads shaven. In fact, my brother Harry had his unruly curls shaved off last week, but that was to support a charity for sick kids.

I digress. The hunk was definitely looking bewildered.

"Yes, but if that's the address you have, someone has misled you." He scratched absently at his head. "My garden does not need work done on it and I don't know where you were told it did." He looked very flushed beneath his tan.

Nice eyes. Although they were flashing with angry indignation I could see they were a lovely shade of brown. Like chocolate. I love chocolate so naturally like chocolate-coloured eyes. Perhaps if I didn't like chocolate so much I might have a lovely slim waist like one of these models. But there you go, I've been told I have a good pair of legs and a nice, pert rear end--not to mention a handy pair of boobs up top--so you can't have everything.

I stuck my spade in the soil with a decisive thunk, and sauntered to my truck, sighing loudly to let him know I was annoyed. I took the clipboard from the front seat, patted Josh, my golden setter on the head and read out, very precisely, "Ninety-nine Hallelujah Way--property of Mister Sean Russel, with one L."