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Almost Picture Perfect
- A Blooms, Bones and Stones Cozy Mystery, Book 3
- Gesprochen von: Ginger Sue
- Spieldauer: 2 Std. und 51 Min.
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What can happen when two redheads meet and fall for each other?
Miller Hollenbeck - She’s in a job which she hates. In her spare time, she loves to upcycle furniture.
Miller Hollenbeck dropped the screw she was about to tighten with her electric drill and it slipped to the floor. The door dropped away from her hand and fell over onto her shoulder. She swore loudly and expressively and pushed the door to one side as she retrieved the escapee screw. Hanging doors was something she had learned how to do but it was never easy. Dressed in her favorite attire of jeans and a skimpy tee with a tool belt around her waist, Miller was determined to make this house just the way she imagined. She wanted to do it herself. As she straightened, she jumped as a voice spoke from the front porch.
Jules Callander - He’s a successful photographer, but his family has somewhat dubious connections.
“Jules is one fantastic photographer. Just so natural at it. His prints sell for big money.” Miller was curious after Evan’s remarks about his friend. As she sat with a drink before crawling between the sheets, she pulled up Jules Callander’s name on the web. “Wow,” she said out loud. “He is actually really famous and he was impressed by my handiwork. Well there’s a compliment I can live with.” She switched off the tablet and her eyes closed almost immediately. The work in the house and the evening meal at Jazz’s house was taking its toll. Sleep washed over her like a comfortable blanket. The last image in her head was Jules Callander pointing his tiny camera at her and the new front door.