Getting Personal by Diane Amos

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Sometimes good intentions aren't enough. No one knows that better than Monique St. Cyr, parochial school dropout, dieter extraordinaire, and sucker for wounded animals. By day she writes obituaries for the local newspaper. By night, this investigative reporter wannabe with pit bull tenacity has a habit of leaping headlong into things, with both eyes closed. To liven up things a tad, her mother, an erotic fiction author, enlists Monique's help with research for her next book about online dating.

Before she knows it, Monique's mailbox is swamped with eager "prospects" including Jake Dube, a cop whose equipment includes a wickedly sexy grin and eyes hot enough to melt tempered steel.

Suddenly Monique's life is anything but dull.

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From a distance I spotted a sliver of light beneath the shade on my tenant's side of the duplex. If I wasn't careful, she'd see me and invite me in. My neighbor was nice enough. She paid her rent on time, and on occasion, lent me money and then canceled the debt. But some favors came with obligations.

Unfortunately, when I'd needed a comforting word and a shoulder to cry on, I'd spilled my guts to this woman. And on this particular evening I wanted to spend a quiet night at home, alone with my animals and my latest acquisition, Milton the Gecko, who slept in a J.C. Penney's box on my front seat.

I eased my '92 Ford Explorer into the driveway. I wrenched open the door, grabbed the box, yanked the key from the ignition, and ran. Had the engine simply died, I might have escaped unseen. Instead, the vehicle shimmied and rumbled loudly enough to wake the deaf, the dead, and the one person I dreaded most, my tenant--my mother.