Breakpoint Page 34
by Ross, JoAnn
He’d left the Navy and returned to Bayou Elysian fully intending to put death behind him. Only to have feckless fate—and a clingy ninety-five-pound shelter mutt—deposit a human thigh bone on his damn doorstep.
by Ross, JoAnn
He’d left the Navy and returned to Bayou Elysian fully intending to put death behind him. Only to have feckless fate—and a clingy ninety-five-pound shelter mutt—deposit a human thigh bone on his damn doorstep.