High finance and haute cuisine . . . a recipe for murder It's been years since former stockbroker Madeline Carter bothered thinking about her gastronomically gifted ex-husband, Chef Braydon Gauthier. Between quitting her soul-sucking career and discovering what life is like during daylight hours she's been kind of busy. But when Madeline learns Braydon took his own life, she drops everything and hightails it to the funeral. It doesn't take long to realize Braydon's death is more murder than suicide. Madeline knows her ex would never have prepared himself a poison-laced dinner of duck a l'orange -- let alone pair it with a big, beefy Shiraz! The culinary star would have eaten fast food first. So who's responsible? Madeline definitely has her suspicions, but one thing's clear: in the pressure-cooker world of high cuisine and higher stakes, a reputation is worth killing for.
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|Title of Mystery & Detective eBook: Calculated Loss|
|Release Date: 11-24-2011|
|Publisher: (Indie Author)|
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The last time I saw Braydon Gauthier alive he was still my husband. We were in the bedroom of our three story walk-up in Chelsea. I was throwing clothes into a pair of battered suitcases that had seen more moving than traveling. He was perched on the end of the bed, worrying at the corner of our duvet -- in the last possible moment that it would be our duvet -- with one long-fingered hand. It was a habit he had -- the fabric thing -- and it didn’t drive me crazy, but I knew it would if I hung around much longer.
“It’s the car, isn’t it,” he said. “I know it’s the car.”
“It’s not the car.”
“Well, not the car. I mean, I know it’s not the car itself. But the accident. You still haven’t forgiven me.”
I thought about it, though I didn’t miss a beat in my packing while I considered his words. Finally I stopped, dropped onto the bed next to him and looked straight into his deep-set, hazel eyes.
“It’s not the car, Braydon. And it’s not the accident. More like what the accident represents.”
He squinted at me and I could see he didn’t get it. “We can fix the car, Mad.”
I sighed. Tried again. “It’s you Braydon. Not the car. Or maybe that’s not right. It’s you and me. Together. We were just doomed from the start.”
“Now you’re being melodramatic.”
I smiled at him then, because he was right. Which didn’t actually make him more correct....