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Christmas Cover-Up
Christmas in Colorado had unleashed a killer...
Cody Berringer had dedicated his life to uncovering the truth behind his father's murder. So when he met Rue Harris at a Colorado Christmas party and discovered the link between their pasts, Cody was determined to get to know her. Even if that meant disrupting a gunman targeting the beautiful businesswoman. With Rue next on a killer's list, Cody worked hard to unlock the secrets trapped in her memories...and to ignore the attraction his protective instincts brought to the surface. But as they closed in on long-awaited answers, Cody was confronted with some disturbing facts about the father he'd vowed to avenge - and the woman who'd become more than a potential witness to his demise.
256 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published November 1, 2007
About the author
Cassie Miles
317 books68 followersCassie grew up in a small town at the very tip of southern Illinois. A tomboy, she spent most of her time outside and got into big trouble for breaking the trellis while climbing out her second-story bedroom window.
When her family moved to L.A., major culture shock ensued. She discovered that grapefruits grew on trees, television offered more than two channels, and all the other girls had breasts. While hiding out and waiting for her chest to develop, she read voraciously, raiding her mother's bookshelf for Mickey Spillane when she finished all her Nancy Drew novels.
Another move took her family to Denver, the place Cassie still calls home.
She graduated from North Central college outside Chicago, got married, and returned to Colorado where she worked in personnel at the Denver Post and lived in a mountain cabin without running water. Upon learning she was pregnant, a return to civilization seemed prudent. She settled in Denver, raised two amazing daughters, and started writing for Harlequin. After her divorce, she took a break from romance and wrote straight suspense.
During her frantic years as a single mom, writing books and working odd jobs to supplement her income, she hardly had time to breathe, much less to dream. Then something remarkable happened. She fell in love with a tall, sexy man who was an aerial photographer and the author of tough-guy mystery novels. Fortunately, he loved her back. She found her real-life hero, inherited three more grown kids and three grandchildren.
Cassie started writing romance again, loving every minute of a life filled with laughter, crazy road trips, sailboats, and journeys to Oregon with long walks on rocky beaches.
Not too long ago, the love of her life developed inoperable pancreatic cancer. With supportive friends and family standing by, he died at home.
Cassie now lives alone, surrounded by beautiful memories. She has no regrets and considers herself lucky to have found her soul mate, the man with whom she shared a perfect love.
Pseudonym/s: Kay Bergstrom
When her family moved to L.A., major culture shock ensued. She discovered that grapefruits grew on trees, television offered more than two channels, and all the other girls had breasts. While hiding out and waiting for her chest to develop, she read voraciously, raiding her mother's bookshelf for Mickey Spillane when she finished all her Nancy Drew novels.
Another move took her family to Denver, the place Cassie still calls home.
She graduated from North Central college outside Chicago, got married, and returned to Colorado where she worked in personnel at the Denver Post and lived in a mountain cabin without running water. Upon learning she was pregnant, a return to civilization seemed prudent. She settled in Denver, raised two amazing daughters, and started writing for Harlequin. After her divorce, she took a break from romance and wrote straight suspense.
During her frantic years as a single mom, writing books and working odd jobs to supplement her income, she hardly had time to breathe, much less to dream. Then something remarkable happened. She fell in love with a tall, sexy man who was an aerial photographer and the author of tough-guy mystery novels. Fortunately, he loved her back. She found her real-life hero, inherited three more grown kids and three grandchildren.
Cassie started writing romance again, loving every minute of a life filled with laughter, crazy road trips, sailboats, and journeys to Oregon with long walks on rocky beaches.
Not too long ago, the love of her life developed inoperable pancreatic cancer. With supportive friends and family standing by, he died at home.
Cassie now lives alone, surrounded by beautiful memories. She has no regrets and considers herself lucky to have found her soul mate, the man with whom she shared a perfect love.
Pseudonym/s: Kay Bergstrom
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October 7, 2017
Two amateurs decided to investigate crimes. These books always make it seem so easy but the more you read these kinds of things, the more you believe they should be left to the professionals. However, professionals are made to seem incompetent or corrupt so it’s up to our intrepid gang to get to the bottom of matters.
Rue Harris is one such gung-ho fool, determined to find the guy who shot and killed a man in front of her. She’s been attacked again when she and her brave hero Cody Berringer go to question a witness who identified a man in a police lineup, even though the assailant was so covered up he might as well have been wearing a burqa. Cody is using Rue in order to get close to her stepfather, whom he thinks is implicated in the murder of his father 20 years before and Rue lets him because she wants to bake a wedding cake for his sister and get paid for it.
That’s correct. These two want to use each other and are pretty much up front about it. So how does this translate into romance, exactly? It’s tough to say. They like having sex with each other and both have admitted that it’s only sex. It’s not meant to be romance only good clean fun.
But Cody keeps talking about how he pictures her in his life even while running gunshy from commitment and making jejeune complaints about how the Wedding March is like an aural drill. Yep, he’s your typical bachelor alright, getting angsty and jittery at anything that looks like wedded bliss and fleeing as hard as he can in the opposite direction.
Rue is strong willed, surprisingly tough and cunning, quite upending Cody’s original notions about her as being a naïve, good-hearted optimist. Cody is more one dimensional and therefore less appealing. He’s got the usual rugged looks: six foot plus, muscular, devilishly handsome, yadda yadda yadda. He puts the moves on Rue in order to seduce her and claims he never apologizes, like Major Sergius Saranoff from George Bernard Shaw’s play Arms and the Man.
Hokay, I think I can see why this man has never had a lasting relationship. I like Rue well enough but I don’t like a man who thinks he can offend and get away without saying he’s sorry. Such relationships work only if the other party is infinitely forgiving and guess to whom the burden of forgiveness usually falls?
When the final confrontation comes, the prose falls curiously flat, with a bland, blow-by-blow description that left this reader dissatisfied. Rue and Cody have grown enough so that the romance is plausible. But plausible romance and stupid Scooby Doo antics aren’t enough for me to like this book.
Rue Harris is one such gung-ho fool, determined to find the guy who shot and killed a man in front of her. She’s been attacked again when she and her brave hero Cody Berringer go to question a witness who identified a man in a police lineup, even though the assailant was so covered up he might as well have been wearing a burqa. Cody is using Rue in order to get close to her stepfather, whom he thinks is implicated in the murder of his father 20 years before and Rue lets him because she wants to bake a wedding cake for his sister and get paid for it.
That’s correct. These two want to use each other and are pretty much up front about it. So how does this translate into romance, exactly? It’s tough to say. They like having sex with each other and both have admitted that it’s only sex. It’s not meant to be romance only good clean fun.
But Cody keeps talking about how he pictures her in his life even while running gunshy from commitment and making jejeune complaints about how the Wedding March is like an aural drill. Yep, he’s your typical bachelor alright, getting angsty and jittery at anything that looks like wedded bliss and fleeing as hard as he can in the opposite direction.
Rue is strong willed, surprisingly tough and cunning, quite upending Cody’s original notions about her as being a naïve, good-hearted optimist. Cody is more one dimensional and therefore less appealing. He’s got the usual rugged looks: six foot plus, muscular, devilishly handsome, yadda yadda yadda. He puts the moves on Rue in order to seduce her and claims he never apologizes, like Major Sergius Saranoff from George Bernard Shaw’s play Arms and the Man.
Hokay, I think I can see why this man has never had a lasting relationship. I like Rue well enough but I don’t like a man who thinks he can offend and get away without saying he’s sorry. Such relationships work only if the other party is infinitely forgiving and guess to whom the burden of forgiveness usually falls?
When the final confrontation comes, the prose falls curiously flat, with a bland, blow-by-blow description that left this reader dissatisfied. Rue and Cody have grown enough so that the romance is plausible. But plausible romance and stupid Scooby Doo antics aren’t enough for me to like this book.
September 16, 2024
A murder mystery story with the son of the murdered DA trying to find out who killed his father. A good read.
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February 20, 2017I like this book.
June 27, 2010
Great intrigue and suspense. Loved the half-truths, the secrets, and the looming shadow of the past...It just lacked something, it wasn't it. The whole thing of a lawyer and a baker trying to uncover the truth about a murder committed twenty years ago struck me as a tad unbelievable. Ms. Miles can do better.
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