He Knows His Women. . .
New Jersey PI John Preshin takes on all kinds of jobs. Discreet inquiries. Private investigations. Helping women find lost. . .articles of clothing from his office. Yup, no job too big or too small. Now if only he could figure out how to convince the knockout redhead with the very large knife that he's not breaking into her grandmother Flo's apartment. No. He's Flo's upstairs tenant. In need of a serious cup of coffee. Yeah, so he's wearing only a towel. So what?
She's Got His Number.
Liz Atwater isn't about to take her eyes off this one--and not just because he's about six feet worth of smirking, hunky gorgeousness, either. She's had her share of bad luck with men, and some half-naked guy helping himself to your coffee while looking you up and down way is not a good sign. Something's going on with Mr. John Preshin. And Liz intends to do some discreet investigating of her own. He'd better hang on to that towel. . .
Irene is a true Jersey girl, having lived in the central part of the state all her life. Her fondest memories are of spending summers at the shore. She even met her future husband on the boardwalk at Seaside Heights. After earning a B.A. in English and history from Montclair State, Irene went on to teach in area schools before marrying her handsome Viking. They have two terrific daughters and continue to walk the boards at Seaside at last twice a year.
