Friday, August 29, 2014

Love Thy Sister (Mina's adventures Book 1) by Maria Grazia Swan

Love Thy Sister (Mina's adventures Book 1) by Maria Grazia Swan
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Italian-born Mina Calvi lives in a mansion in idyllic Orange County, California with her protective older sister, Paola. Unemployed again and aimless, Mina can’t seem to find her niche in her adopted country, but confusion and restlessness soon become the least of her problems. Someone is stealing from the software business owned by Paola and her husband, losses so great the business is sinking like the Titanic. And the strange death of a company employee turns out to be murder. Then, while, facing a loss so terrible she can’t bear it, Mina discovers an old family secret that turns her world upside down. There’s some solace in the arms of her blue-eyed lover, amateur sleuth Brian Starr, but danger still stalks her at every turn, edging closer and closer as Mina tries to untangle the web of lies, adultery and treachery, and put her life back together


A black Corvette with tinted windows inched ahead in the fast lane. Could it be Michael? Mina maneuvered the Bug across two lanes of traffic. She got the finger from the driver she cut off in the middle lane, but she didn’t care. The fast lane halted, and she finally caught up.
A glance through the dark glass revealed nothing. The driver must have noticed her maneuvering because he changed lanes in pursuit of the VW.
At first, Mina didn’t pay too much attention. Apparently the driver wasn’t giving up. Having the Corvette shadowing her rear bumper made her nervous. On impulse, she pulled out at the first available freeway exit and found herself headed for Irvine. The black car right behind hers.
Where was she?
The street sign read Red Hill. Oh, Okay. Now if she could figure out which direction to go, she’d be fine. She drove in the center lane while debating which way to turn. Both cars came to a halt, side by side, at a red light.
From the corner of the eye, Mina could see the passenger’s side window of the Corvette sliding open. Stay cool.
“Hi, baaabe.”Baaabe? Would that be what Americans refer to as‘A wolf in sheep’s clothing'? Well, that middle age sheep-wolf could use better clothing and--a haircut. To compensate for his lack of hair on top, the well-fed man wore the back part of it in a long, oily ponytail.
The old Mina would have stuck out her tongue at him, then hit the gas. But this Mina was wearing a business suit and--high heels. So, she simply ignored him. He wasn’t giving up that easy.
“Whatcha doing, baaabe?” He wiped sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.
Mina played the deaf-mute. When the light turned green, the man retreated back to the driver’s side. He turned up the volume of his car radio as the window closed.
Put on your red shoes, let’s dance--”
The music exploded in her head. Oh, Dio Mio!That song. The same song she heard on the phone, night after night.
“Mister, hey, wait.”
The black Corvette was already vanishing to the left in a squeal of tires. Mina gunned her yellow rag top cutting off a motorist turning left. She wasn’t rational. She had to know.
Now the car turned into what appeared to be an industrial park. Mina didn’t know where they were headed. From behind one of the buildings, she could see a huge, colorful balloon floating in the sky. The kind used on promotional stints, like when they opened the new Albertson’s in Mission Viejo.
The Corvette parked, the engine running. Mina pulled up right behind it. She got out of her car, strode up to the driver side, and tapped on the window. Ten seconds went by, then the glass glided open. The sheep-wolf looked surprised, gave her a silly smile. “Yesss--” He stared at her, in anticipation, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
“Excuse me, is that the radio or a tape?”
His expression changed, “What the hell?” Without removing the cigarette he sneered “Tape? Tape? Yeah, this is a CD. Ever heard of CDs where you come from? You followed me here, babe, so don’t give the music line.”
She bit her tongue, tried again. “You were listening to a song.” Mina hummed, “Put on your red shoes--”
“So?” He looked really ticked off.
She didn’t care. “What’s the title of the song? Who is singing? Where can I get it?” She blurted it all out without a breather.
She could tell by his glance he thought her to be a lunatic. He puffed on his cigarette, flicked the butt through the air, barely missing her.
“David Bowie, Let’s Dance. This is California, not Bosnia. You can get the CD in any music store. Even at K-Mart.” He looked at her as if she were dirt

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