Danita Minnis

Eighty-Eight Keys

by Catherine
Lavender

New Adult Contemporary
Romantic Suspense

Published by Whimsical
Publications LLC

Release Date:
January 28, 2013

Heat Level: Sweet

Word Count: 54,000

 

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Blurb

Leah is a young
woman who is trying to break free from a strict religious background and pursue
her dream as a pianist in the world of show business. While trying to find her
independence her heart is held captive by Jason Rowe a local basketball star
who established an organization to help troubled youth. When Jason is found
murdered in his home, Leah is determined to get answers from a closed
investigation. During her state of emotional turmoil, Leah finds comfort not
only in the melody of her music, but in the arms of a married man named Calvin.
With her dreams at her fingertips, Leah is tangled in a web of lies and deceit.
Despite the fear of learning the truth, Leah has to realize that only the truth
can set her free.

A dead lover, with
a trail of broken hearts…

A married man, with
a double-life…

A dream chaser,
with a killer at her heels…

A piano, with
eighty-eight keys…

 

Excerpt

The
jarring ring of the telephone pulled Leah back into the present. It took her a
couple of rings to find the buried cell phone. “Hello?”

“Hey, Leah, it’s
Quincy. I was just calling to check up on you.”

She settled back
into a small section of the couch. “Hi, Quincy. I’m doing okay.”

“You sure?” She could
hear the concern in his voice. “You sound a little sad.”

The picture of her
and Jason crumpled in her fist. “Well, you know how it is. I’m surrounded by
ghosts at every turn.” Her inner voice urged her to change the subject quickly.
“How are you doing?”

“Well, that kind of
brings me to the second purpose of this call. Would you mind coming in this
afternoon? There is still so much to do for the gala, and we can use all the
help we can get.”

Leah looked at her
watch, then at the mess in her living room. “Yep, I can be there in a couple of
hours.”

Saying her
goodbyes, Leah hung up the phone and made a mental note to pick up, packing
boxes along the way. When her lease was up, she was moving to her neon
oasis—Las Vegas. Leah was going to be a pianist.

Running thirty
minutes late, Leah pulled into the parking lot of Bright Horizons Youth Group.
She didn’t see Mrs. Turner and Rosa until she almost collided into them.

“Oh, oops, sorry,”
Leah said, fumbling with her purse and notebook. “I, um, didn’t see you there.”
The look on Rosa’s face was pure anger.

“Well, we are
certainly glad you’re here,” Mrs. Turner said with an airy smile. “There is
just so much that needs to be done, and well, it is your business to know how
to do this.”

Leah smiled,
situating her purse on her shoulder, and avoided eye contact with Rosa in case
one of the thousand daggers thrown from her eyes would penetrate. “You know, I
am just happy to help,” she said to the older woman. Leah cringed at the overly
eager sound of her own voice.

“And we are so glad
you are helping, swallowing your pride for the good of Bright Horizons.” Mrs.
Turner wore her Armani dress like it was a second skin, her makeup and hair
flawless as always. Her smile was etched, and didn’t quite spread to the rest
of her face.

“I don’t understand
why…” Rosa said. Her hostility spoke volumes.

Leah braced herself
for a very vocal confrontation.

“No, dear.” Mrs.
Turner put a beautifully manicured hand on Rosa’s forearm. “You don’t
understand, and you never will if you don’t check your attitude.”

A car horn caused
all three women to look around. “Ah, that’s for me.” Mrs. Turner pulled a sheet
of paper from her book, not acknowledging the impatient student honking.

Leah didn’t want to
know why the University’s current basketball star was sitting in Mrs. Turner’s
car.

“If you both will
excuse me, I have more important mat-ters to attend to.” She handed Leah a long
list, “Be a dear and see if you can crank this out.”

The two women eyed
each other warily.

Rosa brushed past
Leah. “Don’t you dare screw this up,” she hissed.

“Why would you
think that?” Leah usually kept to herself as far as Rosa was concerned, but the
implication bothered her.

Rosa slid on a pair
of sunglasses. “Because you screw everything up.”

 

About the Author

Catherine Lavender
is from Baltimore, Maryland but now resides in Tampa, Florida with her
miniature schnauzer name Ripken. She is an animal activist, as well as a
supporter of the organization First Book which helps supply literature for
underprivileged children. In her spare time, Catherine enjoys reading classic
literature and playing the acoustic guitar.

 

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Catherine Lavender:

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