The author of Smoke in Mirrors and Soft Focus presents a sexy, irresistible story of two people searching for secrets-and finding each other…Cady Briggs is useful to Mack Easton. Her expertise in art and antiques helps his low-profile company, Lost and Found, find missing treasures for high-paying clients. But Cady knows that being useful to a client is one thing-and being used is another. So no matter how alluring she finds Mack, she plans to keep business and pleasure entirely separate. But then a sudden tragedy puts Cady in charge of Chatelaine's, her family's prestigious art and antiques gallery. Suddenly the roles are reversed, as strange developments at Chatelaine's lead Cady to ask for help from none other than Mack Easton. And instead of tracking down missing masterpieces together, they'll be hunting for a killer…
Art consultant Cady Briggs has a bit of a crush on occasional employer Mack Easton, owner of "Lost and Found," a company specializing in the recovery of lost or stolen artifacts. She has only talked with him over the telephone and exchanged e-mails, but it's enough to make her think of him as her Fantasy Man. Naturally, she leaps at the chance to meet him in person, even if he needs her expertise in a case involving a questionable antique helmet missing from a tacky Las Vegas "museum." Mack turns out to be every bit as exciting as Cady imagined, and he is as interested in her as she is in him. Complications abound Cady's aunt recently left her niece with a business she doesn't want but can't turn down, Mack's teenage daughter isn't thrilled to discover that her widowed father has a sex life, and Cady is beginning to have doubts about her aunt's "accidental" drowning. This is romantic suspense at its most enjoyable, enhanced by Krentz's (Flash, Soft Focus) trademark humor and quirky characters. Fans will be very happy with this entertaining and delightful read. Recommended for all popular fiction collections. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 9/1/00.] Elizabeth Mellett, Brookline P.L., MA Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information. -- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.
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October 31, 2001
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Excerpt from Lost and Found by Jayne Ann Krentz
"It is never wise to become emotionally involved with a client," Vesta Briggs said.
"I'm not involved with Mack Easton." Cady cradled the phone against her shoulder and tugged off first one high heel and then the other. "Not in the way you mean. I'm just consulting for him. I thought I made that clear."
There was a short, terse silence on the other end of the line. Cady sighed silently and sank down onto the sofa. The phone had been ringing a moment ago when she had come through the door. She had lunged for it on the off chance that it was Fantasy Man.
It had not been Mack Easton. It had been her great-aunt.
"There's something in your voice when you talk about him," Vesta said. Icicles of disapproval hung on each word. "I get the impression that you are interested in him in a personal way."
"He's just a voice on the phone."
But what a voice. Every time she heard it, a thrill of awareness zinged through each nerve ending. Her vivid imagination did the rest, conjuring blatantly erotic fantasies out of thin air.
It was a voice that had begun to whisper in her dreams but she saw no reason to mention that to her rigid great-aunt. Vesta Briggs was not a romantic.
Cady slipped off one silver earring and set it down on the glass-topped coffee table. Probably not a good idea to tell Vesta that in addition to being a voice on the phone, Easton had also become a frequent e-mail correspondent, she thought. He seemed to enjoy locating arcane bits and pieces of information relating to the art world on-line and forwarding them on to her. Lately, she could have sworn that he had begun to flirt with her via computer.
She saved all of his on-line correspondence in a special folder labeled "Fantasy Man." She had gotten into the habit of checking her computer first thing each morning to see if he had paid her an on-line visit during the night. She didn't want to use the word "obsessive" to describe her new routine, but she was aware that some people might view it as a tad compulsive.