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Truly Madly [MultiFormat]
eBook by Alicia Dean
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eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description:  A broken heart drove her away--a family tragedy brought her back. After her parents' murder/suicide, Isabelle Connelly returns to her home town to settle their estate. But a year later, with her business concluded, Isabelle still hasn't left, even though she has every reason to. The townspeople shun her because of her family's history of mental instability, she hasn't gotten over her feelings for the man who shattered her heart, and now she's a suspect in a murder and mysterious house fire. Someone is out to frame Isabelle for the crimes. Failing that, it appears they plan to make Isabelle their next victim.
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press/Crimson Rose, Published: 2008
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2008
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [359 KB], eReader (PDB) [75 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [50 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [46 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [182 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [115 KB], hiebook (KML) [189 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [150 KB], iSilo (PDB) [41 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [52 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [130 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [73 KB]
Words: 15305
Reading time: 43-61 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
I didn't turn on a light, because I didn't want to view the carnage that closely. Walking slowly forward, I gazed in horror at the handbags I'd worked so hard to create. They were a jumble of slashed leather, almost indistinguishable from one another. Something red, paint, I hoped, was smeared all over them, all over the room. The words 'Crazy bitch, you'll get yours' were written in red on the floor next to the mess.
I'd had fifteen of the twenty purses for the festival complete, and they were in the mangled pile. But the object I focused on was not part of that batch. It was the gift for Tamra's mother. The whole thing was shredded, the tie in pieces and soaked in red. Ruined.
I dropped to my knees and picked it up, cradling it against my chest as the tears flowed.
I don't know how long I knelt there, holding the purse, but when I stood, my thighs had gone to sleep and they tingled painfully as feeling returned.
I made my way back to the house, barely noticing the morning dew that dampened the hem of my robe. The sun had just started to rise and the sky was tinged pink with its appearance and the passing of night. It was early. Very early. But when I went inside and found my cell phone, instead of dialing 911, I called Hutch.
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