Tessa Bailey

An all-new, spicy murder mystery from Tessa Bailey, New York Times bestselling author of It Happened One Summer . . . It was supposed to be a relaxing vacation in sweet, sunny Cape Cod - just me and my beloved brother - but discovering a corpse in our rental house really throws a wrench into our tanning schedule. Now a rude, crude bounty hunter has arrived on the back of his motorcycle to catch the killer and refuses to believe I can be helpful, despite countless hours of true crime podcast listening. Not to mention a fulfilling teaching career of wrangling second graders. A brash bounty hunter and an energetic elementary schoolteacher: the murder-solving team no one asked for, but thanks to these pesky attempts on my life, we're stuck together, come hell or high tide. *** I'm just here to do a job, not babysit an amateur sleuth. Although . . . it is becoming less and less of a hardship to have her around. Sure, she's stubborn, distracting and can't stay out of harm's way. She's also brave and beautiful and reminds me of the home I left behind three years ago. In other words, the insatiable hunger and protectiveness she is waking up in me is a threat to my peace of mind. Before I sink any deeper into this dangerous attraction, I need to solve this murder and get back on the road. But will fate take her from me before I realize the road has been leading to her all along?

My Killer Vacation

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"This is you in my heart," I say, voice uneven. Kissing him softly. Once, twice. "Do you feel yourself there?" "Yeah," he chokes out, eyes suspiciously damp. "Keep me there. All right?"

Pia 

Oh my God this man is already in love (I love it)

Sophia

"Listen, you want to call the cops?" Scowling, I turn around partially to face her. "Be my..."

It's extremely weird, the way I just sort of forgot what I'm saying.

This has never happened to me before. Every word out of my mouth has a purpose and whoever I'm talking to better damn well listen. I just...don't really know why I was planning on being so mean to her is all. Didn't she just run into a door? That had to hurt. Plus there are water splatters all over her legs and she is...

"Come back here and tell it to me, then."

What in God's name is wrong with me? Am I really following this young woman, who is definitely married, probably to someone named Carter or Preston, across the street?

I should be in the murder house taking pictures, checking for blood splatter or missed evidence.

I should no be suddenly desperate to know this woman's name.

He want's her to be safe - I'm already giggling on page 29

Why does my skin turn clammy thinking of her around a dead man? A recently murdered one? She shouldn't have to see something like that. Not this woman who waters flowers and runs into doors.

"Tell me you got out of the house immediately. In case the murderer was still on the property."

"You can't just take evidence from a crime scene."

"What was that?" She cups her hand around her ear. "Sorry, I can't hear you over the ripping of caution tape."

Time to face facts. I'm a big, nasty motherfucker and this freckled-faced teacher couldn't be less scared of me if she tried.

Lmao he's so deeply in love already he can't help himself

The absence of her is like a cloud passing over the sun and the fact that I notice her being gone so profoundly does not sit well. I've known her for ten minutes.

I love how he calls her green-eyed menace

Doing my best to put the green-eyed menace out of my mind, I kick open the door to the house and stomp inside.

I'm about to state my intentions to kick the door off the hinges,but my mouth snaps shut on the word "please." I don't know why. It's just a word. But coming from her, it makes me sweat.

Who says no to this woman? Especially when she asks in that hopeful princess voice?

Me continuing to say no is disappointing her. I can hear her growing less and less optimistic and...that doesn't sit right. In fact, disappointing her is like broken glass digging into my stomach lining.

 I going to say yes just to make her happy? Hell, I don't know. But I find myself unwilling to do the opposite.

There is no way he is truly falling for her that fast... like that man would die if something would happen to her and he knows her for like two minutes wth (i love it)

I'm mostly wondering who the hell told her she wasn't brave. That would be an interesting person to kill.

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