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Imajin Books is celebrating with the Summer Sizzles eBook Sale. I'm
celebrating by featuring some of my fellow "Imajineers" during the sale.
Kristina Stanley
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When Kalin Thompson is promoted to Director of Security at Stone Mountain Resort, she soon becomes entangled in the high-profile murder investigation of an up-and-coming Olympic-caliber skier. There are more suspects with motives than there are gates on the super-G course, and danger mounts with every turn.
Kalin’s boss orders her to investigate. Her boyfriend wants her to stay safe and let the cops do their job. Torn between loyalty to friends and professional duty, Kalin must look within her isolated community to unearth the killer’s identity.
Meet Nora Cummings
A girl in trouble.
DESCENT
When Kalin Thompson is promoted to Director of Security at Stone Mountain Resort, she soon becomes entangled in the high-profile murder investigation of an up-and-coming Olympic-caliber skier. There are more suspects with motives than there are gates on the super-G course, and danger mounts with every turn.
Kalin’s boss orders her to investigate. Her boyfriend wants her to stay safe and let the cops do their job. Torn between loyalty to friends and professional duty, Kalin must look within her isolated community to unearth the killer’s identity.
Meet Nora Cummings
A girl in trouble.
Nora picked up a scraper. At the tuning station beside her, melted wax hit the floor, and the pungent odor made Nora nauseous.
“What’s up?” Donny asked. “You’re all pale.”
“Nothing.” Every time Nora worked with Donny tuning skis, he in his wheelchair and she standing, she knew she’d been lucky only her knee got busted.
“Excuse me,” she said to no one in particular and ran. She flung open a bathroom stall door and vomited. Morning sickness really sucks. How was she supposed to hide her pregnancy if she kept running for the toilet? She rinsed her mouth and returned to the tuning room.
Donny gave her a questioning look, and she shook her head.
“What’s with you?” Charlie asked.
“Nothing. I must have the flu.”
Charlie frowned.
“What?”
“I didn’t expect this from you.”
“Expect what?”
“Coming to work hung-over.”
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