Free Sweetheart in High Heels by Gemma Halliday

Here’s what critics are saying about the
    High Heels Mysteries:

    "A saucy combination of romance and suspense that is simply irresistible."
    - Chicago Tribune

    "Stylish... nonstop action...guaranteed to keep chick lit and mystery fans happy!"
    - Publishers’ Weekly, starred review

    "Blending romance and humor, Maddie and her madcap friends are an enjoyable treat."
    - Parkersburg Sentinel

    "It's rare to find a romantic mystery that's so funny, but this is certainly one of them. Maddie Springer (is) a ‘Versace’ Nancy Drew everyone can appreciate."
    - Press & Sun Bulletin

    "Maddie Springer is like a cross between Paris Hilton and Stephanie Plum, only better. The dialogue is snappy and the suspense beautifully interwoven with Ms. Halliday’s unique humor. This is one HIGH HEEL you’ll want to try on again and again "
    - Romance Junkies

    OTHER BOOKS BY GEMMA HALLIDAY

    Viva Las Vegas

    High Heels Mysteries:
    Spying in High Heels
    Killer in High Heels
    Undercover in High Heels
    Alibi in High Heels
    Mayhem in High Heels
    Christmas in High Heels (short story)
    Sweetheart in High Heels (short story)

    Hollywood Headlines Mysteries:
    Scandal Sheet
    The Perfect Shot
    Deadline (coming soon!)

    SHORT STORIES & NOVELLAS
    BY GEMMA HALLIDAY

    Haunted (novella)
    Watching You (short story)
    Confessions of a Bombshell Bandit (short story)

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    SWEETHEART IN HIGH HEELS

    by

    GEMMA HALLIDAY

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    Copyright © 2011 by Gemma Halliday

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    SWEETHEART IN HIGH HEELS

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    Chapter One

    Being the wife of a cop isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Take now, for instance. I was supposed to be having a nice, romantic dinner with my husband at our favorite Italian restaurant. The ambiance was perfect – drippy candles, couples holding hands at tables for two, soft music, dim lighting, and me in a brand new black, strapless dress that perfectly matched the new slingbacks on my freshly pedicured feet. The only thing missing from my romantic evening?
    The man.
    I was sitting at the table alone, enjoying my third helping of bread as I waited for my husband who was now… I looked down at the readout on my cell phone… officially twenty minutes late.
    Not that I wasn’t used to Ramirez showing up late. It had actually become kind of a theme in our marriage so far. My husband was Detective Jack Ramirez, L.A.P.D. homicide division. To say his work schedule was unpredictable would be the understatement of the century. Most of the time, I tried not to let it bother me. I was, after all, self-employed as a high-end footware designer, so it wasn’t hard to set my own work hours around his. Sure, it meant some