By Gemma Halliday
Baguettes, our bodies, and high fashion galore! Shoe dressmaker grew to become beginner sleuth Maddie Springer is at it again--this time in fabulously trendy Paris. while Europe's dressmaker du jour, Jean Luc LeCroix, invitations Maddie to teach her creations at Paris model Week, Maddie's definite she's died and long gone to heaven. that's, till Jean Luc's most sensible version is located lifeless at the runway, stabbed with a well-recognized stiletto heel. convinced a person is making an attempt to border her, Maddie enlists the aid of her acquaintances, together with the horny Detective Jack Ramirez, to discover a bold jewel heist, a devious blackmailer, or even a couple of skeletons lurking within the closets of these closest to her. yet because the proof mounts, Maddie turns into the leading suspect and Ramirez is caught among a badge and a lovable blonde with an inclination for difficulty. along with her love existence at the rocks and a assassin at the free, if Maddie does not discover the genuine killer quickly, she may be asserting her ultimate adieu.
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I looked her up and down, taking in her denim micro-mini, three-inch heels, and pink crop top. I hated to admit it, but she so could. * * * After I'd fully consumed my nacho supremeo, stopping just short of actually licking the plate, Dana and I walked down Santa Monica, making a right on Beverly. A. was an unheard of phenomenon, but this was prime window shopping territory. The boutiques lining the street held windows full of designer purses, thousand dollar tank tops, and Italian leather shoes with stitching so small, you'd swear it was the work of Leprechauns.
Mom looked down at the floor. Then back up at me, raising one eyebrow. "What? " "Maddie, you can't possibly go to a foreign country like this. Honey, what about your luggage? And traveling through the airports? And customs? " I bit my lip. " Somehow. I'll admit though, she had a point. The more I thought about trying to navigate my way through LAX, let alone the French airports, while wearing Wonder Boot, the more my leg throbbed, my head started to hurt, and I really started jonsing for another comforting nacho platter.
Um... " I said.