Here is a little sneak peek of Gladwynn Grant Gets Her Footing.

The full book releases on July 18th. You can pre-order it here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C1KSQJXP

She opened her book as she sipped her coffee. An hour later, the café had disappeared around her, and she was firmly wrapped up in the world of Earl Stanley Gardner and his detective Donald Lam. 

The snapping of fingers in front of her face startled her and brought her back to reality. Liam’s unshaven jawline and disheveled hair, along with his untucked dress shirt and wrinkled khakis, visible under a brown, thigh length leather coat, looked completely out of place here.

“Thought you’d gone deaf, Grant. Tried to talk to you twice.”

“Oh. Sorry. I’d gotten to a really intense scene.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” He gestured to the chair next to her. “This seat taken?”

She shook her head and moved her book and coffee mug closer to her. “No. Of course not.”

He turned the chair around and sat backwards, hooking his arms around the back after he set a takeaway cup on the table. “Hey, did Justin say anything to you about the brakes being messed with on that car in the accident we went to the other night?”

“Justin?”

“The fire chief.”

“Oh, right. No, that isn’t exactly what he said. He said the driver said something about her brakes not working but that she’d had a head injury, so he wasn’t sure what she meant. He asked me not to report that.” She took a sip of the cappuccino. “Why?”

Liam tapped the surface of the table with his index fingers like he was tapping keys on a piano, his brow furrowed. “I got a message on my voicemail this morning from the woman’s husband. He was flipping all out, saying she’s been saying her brakes weren’t working that night. He thinks someone tampered with them.”

Gladwynn nodded. “Is there a reason someone would tamper with them?”

Liam stood, flipped the chair around the right way and slid it back in place. “Don’t know. Let’s find out. Call the state police on Monday.”

“Yeah, okay. I can do that.”

Liam walked away without saying goodbye, sliding a pair of sunglasses on before stepping out onto the sidewalk and turning in the direction of the newspaper office.

She wondered if he ever took a day off. She turned her attention from the window to the bookshop doorway. It was time to find another book to lose herself in for the rest of the weekend.