THE PERFECT TEN (Boxed Set)

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    OTHER NOVELS BY THIS AUTHOR
     
    ADAMS GROVE NOVELS
    Sweet Tea and Secrets
    Out of Focus
    Wedding Cake and Big Mistakes
    Pecan Pie and Deadly Lies (9/24/13)
    Mint Juleps and Justice (1/14/14)
     
     
    Also look for these novels co-authored with Nancy
    inkBLOT : a Young Adult Suspense by Nancy Naigle and Phyllis C. Johnson (2011)
    IN FOR A PENNY : The Granny Series : by Nancy Naigle and Kelsey Browning (11/5/13)
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    THE MERZETTI EFFECT
    by
    Norah Wilson
     
     

 
    Also available from Norah Wilson
     
    Paranormal Romance
    Nightfall, A Vampire Romance, Book 2
     
    Romantic Suspense w/ Paranormal Elements
    Every Breath She Takes, Montlake Romance 2012
     
    Romantic Suspense
    Serve and Protect Series
    Guarding Suzannah, Book 1
    Saving Grace, Book 2
    Protecting Paige, Book 3
    Needing Nita, A Novella
     
     
    Available from N.L. Wilson
    (writing partnership of Norah Wilson and Heather Doherty)
     
    Funny Cozy Mystery
    The Dix Dodd Mysteries
    The Case of the Flashing Fashion Queen, Book 1
    Family Jewels, Book 2
    Death By Cuddle Club, Book 3
     

 
    Chapter 1
     
    AINSLEY CRAWFORD steered her 1993 Crown Vic to the empty curb, wincing at the ugly crunching sounds her power steering made as she cranked the wheel. Great. Fluid must be leaking again. She needed another repair bill like she needed a bladder infection.
    What she should do is dump the old boat and get something smaller, something easier on gas and maybe with a bit of warranty left so she wouldn’t have to pour money into it so regularly. Of course, if she ever wanted a new car, she was going to have to learn to keep her mouth shut.
    Right. Like that was gonna happen. She’d pretty much sabotaged her prospects when she’d reported that handsome anesthetist who was dipping into the anesthetic agent, shortchanging patients in the process. Although the situation was dealt with promptly and appropriately, it turned out no one liked a whistleblower.
    Well, at least she had a lead on a new job. A better paying one, even, and God knew she needed the money. Lucy and Devon were depending on her, maybe for their very lives.
    Which was why she was here. Except here looked pretty creepy. She glanced around, reluctant to kill her engine or release her door locks.
    Okay, not creepy , exactly. It was a respectable enough commercial zone; not a slum by any stretch of the imagination. And she’d lived here in St. Cloud, New Brunswick, long enough to know she was less than three or four blocks from the club district, which would be hopping even on a Wednesday night, so it wasn’t like she was in the middle of nowhere. But the quiet buildings gave off a different vibe once they were abandoned for the night. Beneath the streetlights, the empty avenue shone after the warm August rain.
    Ainsley turned off the ignition and the engine stuttered and coughed to a stop. The tic-tic-tic of her cooling motor sounded overly loud in the ensuing silence. Then the rain started up again, drowning out other sounds. Raindrops pattered on the car’s roof and smeared her view of the urban landscape, intensifying her sense of isolation.
    Before the cast of her thoughts could get gloomier, she grabbed her umbrella from the passenger seat and shouldered her door open. She fumbled with the umbrella a moment to get it open, then stepped out into the night. Closing the Crown Vic’s door, she peered around. Not a soul moved on the street. Though lights burned in the office building windows, she knew they were deserted.
    Well, mostly deserted. Her prospective employer, Dr. Delano Bowen, waited for her in one of them.
    She’d balked when he’d asked for an evening interview, and his warm-whiskey voice had cooled over the telephone line. He had a conference to attend in San Francisco, he’d informed her, and he intended to fill the position before he left, one way or another. Desperate as she was for the job, she’d agreed to the nighttime interview.
    Of course, that hadn’t stopped her from checking him out. If the research sponsor, a major bio-medical company, hadn’t confirmed his claims, she’d have