A wonderful novel based on the nationwide hit cable television series Saving Grace
In the shadow of past misfortune, Oklahoma police detective Grace Hanadarko lives life hard and fast. After Grace’s drinking and driving leads to tragedy, an uncharacteristic angel named Earl answers her prayers and hopes to guide her back on the right path. But saving Grace is about to become a hell of a ride.
Ever defiant and rebellious, Grace does have a soft side, especially for kids. The body of a teenage boy dredged out of the Oklahoma River appears to be a suicide. But Grace soon discovers that the boy, Zack Lacey, may have been murdered, the victim of a brutal hate crime. As Grace digs with her typical driven style, she uncovers shocking secrets in young Zack’s life, forcing her to wrestle with questions of faith, hope, and justice. She’ll deliver justice for the boy. As for faith–well, she’s working on it.
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|Title of Romance eBook: Saving Grace: Cry Me a River||Series: Saving Grace,|
|Release Date: 10-27-2009|
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|Publisher: Random House Publishing Group|
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Saving Grace: Cry Me a River
Feathers and braids in her blond hair, gray tank top clinging to her wiry frame, flared jeans slung low, Grace was throwing ’em back at Louie’s and the jukebox was blaring “Born to Be Wild.” It was past closing time and the windows were dark, except for the occasional flash of lightning. She couldn’t hear the thunder, only the song, which, she supposed, made a great sound track for a girl like her. The pulsing beat egged her on. She bobbed her head and mouthed the words, letting the deep bass course through the soles of her cowboy boots as she pushed them against the rung of her bar stool.
The place smelled like stale beer, cigarettes, and a whiff of cooking oil. Louie kept it as nice as he could but a bar was a bar. Be it ever so humble, there was no place like Louie’s when it came to getting shit- faced.
Thunder roared and the mirrors caught the lightning, reflecting light around the room. From somewhere in the ceiling, raindrops splashed on the bar— plink, plink, plink— like the echo of shell casings during a shoot- out. Grace dipped her forefinger in the water and pressed it against the varnished surface. Grace was here. The next raindrop washed her print away.
“Maybe it’s time to build an ark,” she said to Earl as she hoisted a shot of fine tequila to her lips. Saltshaker and lime wedge stood at the ready on a soggy paper napkin to her right.
Her burly cowpoke last- chance angel was hunkered on the stool beside her; he smiled a tad and said, “You’d...