Don't Make Me Choose Between You and My Shoes

by Cash, Dixie

• ISBN13: 9780060829742
• ISBN10: 0060829745
• Format: Paperback
• Publisher: HarperCollins Publications

Summary

New York City is miles from Salt Lick, Texas, in more ways than one, but Debbie Sue Overstreet and Edwina Perkins-Martin are rarin' to go. The best friends/beauty shop owners/private-eye partners have been offered an all-expense-paid trip to the National Association of Private Investigators convention in the Big Apple. Debbie Sue sees the invitation as validation, but Edwina has one goal: to get her feet into a pair of super-glam designer shoes, not easily had back home. Yee-haw! As a sign of things to come, the two Texas tornadoes don't even get out of the state without causing pandemonium at the Dallas airport. And once they land in the Big City they meet Celina, a small-town librarian who's broke and bereft from getting robbed, and Cher, an amiable "working girl" with a heart of gold. Taking them under their wings, they head right for trouble as Edwina nearly starts a riot in the hotel bar. But the Big Apple hasn't seen nothin' yet! While helping shy Celina hook up with a hunky young police detective, the Domestic Equalizers bumble their way into a murder investigation that could end up leaving Debbie Sue deceased and Edwina stone-cold in her new Jimmy Choos!

Excerpts

Don't Make Me Choose Between You and My Shoes

Chapter One

Manhattan, July 2006

He stuffed his shirt into his pants, zipped up and looked one last time into the mirror. The bathroom lighting was hardly flattering, but he didn't care. He hadn't come here to impress.

He opened the door leading to the bedroom and watched the prostitute slide her cell phone into her purse, pull out a tissue and blot the red color from her lips. He hated that greasy red shit and he had told her he wouldn't tolerate lipstick stains on his clothing or anything else.

He approached her from behind, wrapped his arms around her and jerked her body against his. His hands were large. They encircled her throat with ease. Her eyes displayed a flash of panic and a thrill rushed through him. Her head turned toward him, a questioning look on her face.

He grabbed her by the hair and threw her onto the bed. She screamed, but then he was on her, straddling her andmuffling her sounds with his hand. She kicked and bit, was stronger than she looked. Before she could do more damage, he went for her throat and crushed the sound from her.

Seconds later she ceased to struggle, but he didn't let go. He knew she had only lost consciousness. It would take several minutes for her to lose life. Thank God he was strong.

Meanwhile, in a brownstone several blocks away, the prostitute's only friend received a text message sent fifteen minutes earlier from the familiar cell phone number.

B home soon. No prob. He's a cop.

Don't Make Me Choose Between You and My Shoes. Copyright © by Dixie Cash. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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