Hello, Doggy!

Chapter One

"You've heard of Keenan James?" the publisher asked. His white eyebrows curved up at the ends so that they looked like little wings on his face. His eyes were faded blue, but sharp.

"Keenan James?" Tory Hoffstra repeated, trying to keep the scorn from her tone and disapproval from her face. "That television guy pretending to be a psychologist?"

"Yes, the man who runs the Just-Dump-Him Round Table." Franklin Fender walked around his desk to sit on the edge of it in front of her. "He's doing amazing things, according to reports. Helping women get out of bad relationships, develop self-esteem, take control of their lives."

"He—he . . ." Tory searched for something positive—or at least not negative—about the man she considered a dangerous charlatan. "He had that special on The Discovery Channel, right?"

It had been little more than an extended infomercial for his women-only get-mental-health-quick program. She'd been so disappointed in The Discovery Channel that she'd actually written a letter in protest.

"Exactly." Fender smiled as if they'd ... read full excerpt from Hello, Doggy! ebook