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The Truth About Ramsey Cain
Marcy Graham-Waldenville
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Ramsey Cain was a man with secrets. The night his wife died, and the security of his fortune were the stuff of whispers and speculation. But the truth was even stranger than the gossip.


Landis Delaney was a woman living a lie. But to keep everything she had worked so hard to build, she would do anything, face anyone, even a mysterious, sexy man who may or may not have gotten away with murder.


To find the truth and save their growing passion, these two will have to face a man determined to have his revenge no matter who he has to sacrifice.

It took a moment for her to understand what she saw. The lines crisscrossing the blue paper seemed to have no rhyme or reason. She concentrated on the diagram, and in a flash the picture came to her. The lines made sense, and if she remembered what she had learned about feng shui she could see why the lawyer had been unhappy.

"What is that look about?" Ramsey asked, gazing at her, a frown creasing his handsome brow.

"It's lovely..."


"But...it is a little tight."

He slid away from the desk and gave her a hard glare. "Tight?" he snapped.

"Well, that was what the lawyer didn't like about it, right? It isn't open enough."

"Excuse me, how many buildings have you designed?" he asked, an edge of sarcasm in his tone.

"None!" she fired back, and with equal derision asked, "And how many malls have you shopped in lately?" She turned to her own desk.

What had she been thinking, sticking her nose in his blueprints? She should be shut up in her safe little bathroom, studying the files Melba had sent her.

He appeared to be thinking about what she’d said. He looked from the prints to Landis, who pretended not to notice his confused expression.

"You're right," he said after a while.

"Excuse me?" Landis asked, as innocently as she could.

"I haven't shopped in a mall since...college."

"Gee, did they have malls back then?"

"Very funny," he said, answering her smile with his own. "Come and take a look at these. Tell me what you think."

He gave her his chair but stayed close. Landis found it hard to concentrate with him standing so near. She was aware of was his presence--aware of the sensation of heat and anxious energy that flooded her bloodstream.

"Well," he prompted.

"At Christmas time, especially the day after Thanksgiving, it will be hard to maneuver through these passages with arms full of packages. Can you open this up and try to face the shops around a wide area, maybe a place with a fountain or benches? There should be several places where shoppers can rest and catch their breath."

The current plans had the center of the mall focused on a stage where special events could be held. It was very nice and would be a special draw for a mall complex, but it would make the simple act of shopping a pain in the neck.

"I hate it when I need something from Wal-Mart, and I have to push past a million people standing around watching a tiny tots’ beauty pageant. It's even worse at Christmas Imagine...you're desperate to get to the stores because you left all your shopping until the twenty-second, and all you see is a sea of people waiting to sit their kids on Santa's knee. It's aggravating. Believe me!"

He leaned over her shoulder. "What...if...I..." He made a few quick slashes to the blueprint, opening the center to better through traffic.

"That's better, but what about this?" She picked up a drafting pencil and looked at him for permission to doodle on his masterpiece.

"Go ahead," he said, leaning closer to watch her.

She wished he wasn't so close. He had a hand on the back of her chair, and the side of his broad chest brushed intimately against her arm.

Landis took a deep breath and drew a large circle around a smaller circle in the center. Off the larger circle like spokes from a wheel the stores would radiate, all sharing a front view of the fountains and benches.

"Maybe a dome over the fountain to fill the space with sunlight, lots of plants and those mall trees."

"Mall trees?"

"Yeah, the palmy kind, you know." She gave him a devilish grin. "Man, you weren't kidding. It has been a long time since you were in a mall."

He took the pencil from her hand and turned her circles in to almost perfect octagons, giving the stores angular fronts. "This is very good, Landis," he said, his voice smooth as velvet in her ear. He leaned down next to her chair, putting himself at eye level, and Landis’s stomach fluttered.

Marcy Graham-Waldenville lives in Western Pennsylvania with her husband, Ken, her son, Jesse, and daughter, Sarah, and two loveable mutts, Dudley and Buffy. When she isn’t spinning tale about her two favorite things romance and murder, she sells Amish made furniture and works to improve the century old farmhouse she calls home.

"A mysterious death, a Gothic mansion, and a brooding hero to die for.... for thrills, chills, and passion Marcy Graham‑Waldenville delivers!" -- S. K. McClafferty, author of AS NIGHT FALLS.

Fiction Books :: Romance Books :: Contemporary Books

ISBN: 1590889274
ISBN(13-digit): 9781590889275
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Wings ePress
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 248
Paper Weight (lb): 10.6

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