Perfect
Touch: A Novel
By: Elizabeth Lowell
Releasing July 28, 2015
William Morrow
Blurb
Sara Medina is a designer and art
dealer from San Francisco. She matches her clients desires with fine and folk
art from the world over--living up to her thriving business named Perfect
Touch. She still remembers her rural childhood of hard work and poverty on the
family dairy farm, but she keeps it firmly in the past as she searches out new
artwork and artists that are on the breaking edge of acclaim. After she experienced
the cultural riches San Francisco had to offer, she decided her life would be
that of an urban career woman rather than a working mom commuting from the
suburbs. With the intensive hours and travel required to grow her business to
the next level, she has no time or energy left for romantic or family
entanglements.
Jay Vermillion recently inherited
Vermillion Sky, a ranch that nestles up to Wyoming’s Grand Teton Mountains--and
the estates of the rich and restless. As a returned veteran of numerous
deployments over the course of two wars, he finds himself wrestling with the
demands of a ranch that has been run down during his father’s long illness.
Between the urgent need to modernize and revitalize the Vermillion Sky, as well
as an unexpected and vicious fight with his former stepmother over the custody
of now-valuable paintings that were part of his father’s estate, Jay has no
time for finding a wife and creating a sixth generation of Vermillions to
ensure the family legacy continues.
When Jay hires Sara to appraise and
market his father’s cache of paintings by Harris “Custer” Armstrong, neither
one expects the explosive results of their eventual meeting in Jackson,
Wyoming. In addition to a mutually inconvenient attraction, they a discover
double murder at the edge of the ranch lands and a potential betrayal even
closer to home. All trails lead to Custer’s artworks as valuable enough to kill
for, especially an unknown painted rumored to be called The Muse.
As Sara and Jay unravel the motive for
the killings, they both discover that love, like murder, doesn’t wait for a
convenient time. On the heels of that soul-shattering realization, Sara is
targeted for murder. Suddenly, the war-weary soldier finds something he is once
again willing to die for…
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Elizabeth Lowell’s exciting novels of
romantic suspense include New York Times Bestsellers: Dangerous Refuge,
Beautiful Sacrifice, Death Echo, The Wrong Hostage, Amber Beach, Jade Island,
Pearl Cove, and Midnight in Ruby Bayou. She has also written NYT best-selling
historical series set in the American West and Medieval Britain. She has more
than 80 titles published to date, with over 24 million copies of her books in
print. She lives in the Sierra Nevada Mountains with her husband, with whom she
writes novels under a pseudonym. Her favorite activity is exploring the Western
United States to find the landscapes that speak to her soul and inspire her
writing.
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CHAPTER 1
The motel room door was ajar.
I locked it, Sara
Anne Medina thought. Didn’t I?
She pushed the door open with her
big purse—and froze. The room had been tossed ruthlessly. Her suitcase was
upended and off the stand. Her clothes were strewn across the worn carpet,
toiletries scattered, her underwear and workout gear tumbled together. The
lavender scent of her favorite shampoo filled the air.
I was only gone for five minutes.
The take-out coffee she had bought
was hot against her suddenly chilled hands.
Some stranger went through my
things. Did the tweaker get off on my underwear?
Is he still here?
The thought had her jerking back so
quickly the coffee sloshed over her cold-numbed fingers. She looked around the
hallway. No one in sight.
I don’t have time for this drama. I
have to be at the courthouse. I have to finally meet my mystery man, so I’ll
stop dreaming and get back to reality, where I belong.
Where I want to be, even with the
damn tweakers.
Using her foot, she kicked the door
all the way open until it slammed against the stop. No one was behind it. No
one was in the room itself. The closet was open, no place inside to hide. The
bathroom door showed a view of the toilet, shower, and sink. The mirror was
smudged where she’d cleared the shower’s steam with her hand just minutes ago.
Whoever had been here was gone.
The mess wasn’t.
It will have to wait. Then, They
took my computer. It’s all backed up on the cloud, but damn it!
The cord dangled from the wall, over
the chair that had held her overcoat. The coat, like the computer, had
vanished.
Wonder how many pawnshops there are
in Jackson, Wyoming? And why would they take a woman’s coat? There aren’t too
many women my height who are a size six.
With a hand that trembled slightly,
Sara set down her coffee, took a pen out of the bottomless bag that passed for
her purse, and poked through the mess of clothes on the floor to the suitcase
half-hidden beneath. The inside pockets were still zipped closed.
They missed my little jewelry case.
I’d rather they take the jewelry and leave the computer, but they didn’t ask
me, did they?
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