Full Sail

Mystery. Danger. Romance. Welcome to Hollywood!

I was restless. My life in the suburbs of Virginia had become predictable. No more chasing murderers and art thieves, no more crazy bosses. About all I chased at the museum where I worked was paperwork.

And uneasy. My hunky U.S. Marshal had asked me to marry him. And while I was happy to live together in our historic bungalow these past five years with our furry family, he wanted commitment. I wanted to run.
I was really wishing for something to shake me from my ennui when the phone rang. Be careful what you wish for, they say.

My best friend, Mimi, was offering a working vacation in Los Angeles, helping to authenticate a prestigious acquisition. This could be the break I needed. I should have known better.

Now, I was running around Southern California, desperately searching for Mimi. Finding dead bodies at every turn and scrambling to learn everything I could about Hollywood memorabilia in hopes of solving a decades-old disappearance. At this rate, I was never going to get to work on my tan.

For TJ Wilde, flying to LA to identify a priceless movie artifact sounded like the perfect beach vacation. Life had other plans.