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When a body turns up at the Cottages, Madison and Fab, the sexy sleuths are on the case. But when the killer makes a habit of discarding bodies on Madison's property... it's personal. While on the hunt for the killer, the duo track down a double-crossing bail jumper, repossess a Lamborghini, and Madison lands her first case. As more bodies pop up, the cops are eager to name a suspect. When a close friend is arrested as the prime suspect, Madison and Fab will stop at nothing to prove her innocence, but will they be too late? Executed in Paradise, the ninth book in the scorching Paradise series about best friends who maintain the peace in the paradise of Tarpon Cove through unconventional ¬- and highly entertaining - measures.

There's always one party crasher in the crowd. But Madison Weston and her bestie, Fab Merceau, could have never guessed that the plus-one at their newly renovated hotel's grand opening would be a dead body.This isn't the first unsolved murder in Beachside's colorful past. While a ghost haunting the premises might be a selling point to some customers, fresh pools of blood generally aren't.So much for their promise to put personal safety at the top of their to-do list. Pretty tough when trouble gets dropped on their doorstep like the proverbial baby in a basket. Especially when the baby is packing a Smith & Wesson.But this murder was on their turf, on their watch. And they'll call in every shady character, every IOU, and anything short of a felony to lay this ghost to rest-even if it risks them becoming ghosts themselves.

Margaritas, mangroves, murder. Just another day at the office. One minute, Madison Weston and her bestie, Fab, are tailing Creole and Didier to figure out what they're hiding. The next, a hail of bullets sends them swamp slogging for their lives. So much for cute shoes. Eventually, Creole and Didier come clean: Bodies are turning up in shallow graves, and they didn't want their women catching wind of it. Too bad, boys, this mystery is too juicy to pass up.

A woman's been found dead in Dr. A's beach house, facedown in enough cocaine to put him away for life. It's going to take more than trading a couple of favors to help the doctor, who's always been there for Madison, no questions asked, no blood left behind. Hard as Madison and Fab have tried to keep their promise to stop playing sneak-around-chick, prying up the evidence that could set their friend free requires a skillset from their shady past. When they open up this set of Pandora's boxes, it's too late to mind their own business. Plus being on the radar of a big-time drug dealer, shoots up the street value on their lives a million-fold. They could be in a felonious hot mess.Nice things about living in Tarpon Cove? Favors are traded like cryptocurrency. If anybody asks, nobody saw anything. And even the worst day can end with a pitcher of margaritas-glass optional.

The Keys is a great place to hide a seashell bucket full of secrets.Creole...shot...dead. Three words Madison Westin never thought she'd hear in the same sentence. Creole promised. He pinky swore on it.But even through a blur of tears fed by prescription-strength margaritas, Madison can tell when things are shady. Sure, Creole was undercover, but she deserves more than sketchy non-answers, an urn of ashes, and a secret life crawling out of the woodwork.Nothing's adding up, nothing that remotely sounds like the Creole she knew and loved. Calling in every one of her IOU's-only to find some of her most reliable information sources drying up-Madison sets out to dig up what really happened to Creole. She never thought the truth would wrap its arms around her and make her wonder if she's chasing a ghost... or taking a vacation from sanity.Ambushed in Paradise is book #12 in the action-packed Paradise series. Come along with Madison and Fab as they dig up the truth and share more than one hair raising adventure.

My name is Madison Westin. Unless it's Christmas, in which case my official title is "Holiday Cheermistress." Nothing stops me from getting my ho-ho-ho on, not even my friends' Grinch-worthy attitude toward sparkling tinsel, twinkling lights, and tinkling bells.Hey, if Creole, Fab, and Didier wind up with coal in their stockings, it won't be my fault.When some bah-humbug bandit makes the rounds of Tarpon Cove, Fab and I are on the case. It's the least we can do for our loyal friends. Seasonal crime-victim disorder seems to be on the rise.Some guy in a Santa suit-well, the top half of one anyway-is robbing local banks. The cops are fingering the wrong guy. And you can bet your light-up Rudolph boxers that if we can't track the real thief down, one of my merry band of miscreants could be spending the holidays behind bars.

I've come a long way since inheriting my Aunt Elizabeth's Tarpon Cove house and her beach cottages full of quirky residents. I strap a Glock to my thigh as easily as I slip into flip-flops. Even Fab is going legit... mostly. When she's hired to investigate some high-end boat thefts in Biscayne Bay, I go along to do what I do best. Chat up the help to get the real story. Neither of us expected the case to explode-literally-and take out one of Miami's richest men. And possibly a mistress, though no one's found her body floating among the bits and pieces. Somewhere in the Miami upper-crust's phony smiles and even phonier alibis there's someone who wanted to see Marshall Sacks dead. Someone willing to ruin Fab's and my lives to keep their secret. It'll take calling in every favor I'm owed to keep us out of trouble.

Sexy sleuths Madison and Fab race to uncover the truth behind a horrific crime... before a loved one pays the ultimate price.Beautiful Tarpon Cove has everything you'd expect from a paradise retreat: Blue waters, white sand and ... murder?With deadly secrets and dark dealings brewing beneath the surface of Tarpon Cove, Madison and Fab are caught in a race against time to uncover the truth behind the murder, which may only be the tip of the iceberg....