Free Those Red High Heels by Katherine May Page B

I love that the book is about four friends who are vacationing in Tahiti. The main character is engaged, and she has invited her three college friends for one last outing before she ties the big knot. I think that invites many readers in the early to mid-twenties. The night they decide to go out on the town and hit the local bars is a great way to introduce how Ivory, the quiet friend, decides to stay in their vacation villa and take a break. When the girls come back later that night and the resort has been ransacked, it is written so well that you can picture dead bodies everywhere, and that it’s basically a massacre. The three girls run to their bungalow, and find that Ivory is missing. You can really picture their faces when they don’t find her body.” I stopped to take in Greyson’s expression. He seemed into it, so I took it as a green light to continue. “So, anyway, I also loved that one of the friends was a detective for an agency in Colorado. She’s new but she has a great natural instinct for solving crimes, and is a complete badass. The clues they find were so well thought out. I was shocked when they found that Ivory had been taken by a huge underground sex-slave organization, and that they tried everything in their power to get her back.”
    After I paused for a minute, Greyson put his hands up and motioned me to continue. “Do they find her?”
    “Wait a minute, you don’t know the ending to a book you’re marketing?”
    “I don’t have time to read it, tell me.”
    I pretended to be shocked and placed my hand over my chest. “I’m not telling you the end, you’ll have to read it.”
    Greyson just stared at me as if I was pulling some kind of a joke and continued to wait, hoping I would spill and tell him the end. Finally, when I pretended to zip my mouth shut he asked me if I was seriously not going to tell him.
    “No way, you’ll have to continue with your stellar marketing plan, and then maybe I’ll tell you.”
    “You’re joking, right?”
    I shook my head and shot him a mischievous grin. It was fun watching him squirm. Brynn had painted a picture of Greyson as a quiet and reserved businessman. So far, I really didn’t see that side of him. He seemed proper and definitely high class, but bantering with him was fun.
    Greyson glanced at my bag and then back at me. “I bet you have the book in your bag.”
    A flash of panic must have crossed my face, because before I knew it, Greyson was lunging forward making a grab for my purse. I didn’t have much time to think, because the book was probably sitting right on top, ready for him to snatch it up and ruin my plan.
    I kicked my purse back, and tried to grab it before Greyson was able to. He was too quick, though, and had my purse in his hands before I could toss it to the other side. So, I did the first thing that came to mind would to get him to let it go. I clicked my seat belt off and lunged forward. I took him by complete surprise and grabbed the bag out of his hands before he had any time to react.
    When I finally realized what we were doing, I froze and ended up straddling Greyson’s lap. We were staring at each other. Greyson reached up and moved a strand of hair that had fallen over my face, and placed it back behind my ear. I thought about moving, but I couldn’t. His stare was too intense, and our position was too intimate.
    Just as it felt like Greyson was about to lean forward, Tony cleared his throat, which snapped us both out of our trance. I scooted off Greyson and made sure my purse was safe and on the other side of my attacker. My cheeks burned as I straightened my shirt. I’m not sure what was about to happen, but the mood had shifted.
    “I’m so sorry I jumped on you, but you shouldn’t have tried to steal my purse. You never mess with a girl’s purse,” I said and shot him a playful look.
    “This was round one. I’ve now made it my mission to find out what happens in that book,” he said and returned the same