Gainfully Employed Mystery Book 3
A temporary office assignment turns deadly. And Blaise quickly finds herself in a killer’s crosshairs.
Backstabbing, infidelity, greed and power. There’s nothing more dangerous than office intrigue. Blaise continues her search for the perfect career by taking a temporary assignment in an architectural firm. Though she quickly learns that wrangling a proposal team to get to end of project is nearly impossible, keeping everyone alive might just be the hardest thing she’ll ever do.
With the help of her sexy fiancé, Dolfe Honeybun, Blaise is determined to get to the bottom of the body in the elevator. Problem is, with a cast of suspects longer than her To Do list, Blaise is up to her perfectly plucked eyebrows in possible killers. And she might not know who the killer is, but he knows everything there is to know about Blaise.
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Praise for Fatal Assignment
I adore the writings of Ms Cheever, especially the Honeybuns. I chose this book based on the author and eagerly began… Wow! I was completely entranced in the intrigue and humour from the start. It was amazing to meet up with the Honeybuns again – yep, I act as though I know these people, and that’s because I feel as though I do.
With twists and turns, filled with danger and mystery, and with detailed characters that light up the page with their humour, I thoroughly enjoyed this book.
A standing ovation for the writings and humour bought to us by Ms Cheever.
Sheri Bolinger Reviews
LOVED IT!!!! This book was absolutely amazing. I just love Dolfe and Blaise. Well done once again!!!
Read an Excerpt
Blaise Runa checked her make-up in the mirror for the last time and climbed out of her car. Her phone rang as she started across the nearly empty parking lot to the ugly brick and metal building squatting alongside the street. The sun was still a vague promise on the horizon and Blaise felt the usual mix of excitement and dread as she approached the smudged glass doors leading to the lobby of the Beck and Poole Architectural Firm.
She tugged her phone from her purse and looked down, smiling at the photo of her newest love, Miss Ivy the big eared, sweet tempered mutt she and Dolfe recently adopted. Blaise punched the Answer button. “Hey, Handsome.”
“Morning, future wife. I couldn’t believe you were already gone when I woke up. Third time this week.”
Blaise pulled a lanyard free of her sweater and lifted the key card on the end, swiping it across the reader to unlock the door. “I have two days to get this proposal together and I’m still missing several pieces. I’m going to have to hit the database hard and try to pull together something for the team to edit.”
Heavy breathing came through the phone and Blaise blinked in surprise. “Are you giving me stalker breath?”
Dolfe’s husky chuckle replaced the breathing, followed by a wet slurp and a tiny yip. “Oh, is that Ivy?”
Another yip. “High, baby! Mama’s got to work today. You be good for Daddy, okay?”
She could almost hear Dolfe rolling his eyes. “You know she’s a dog, right?”
“I’m aware. But she’s my little fur baby too.”
“If she’s your baby then that makes her my baby and I don’t want to claim a baby this ugly.”
Blaise hit the stairs, eschewing the elevator in an attempt to skim the few extra pounds she’d piled on since taking the temporary project management position a few weeks earlier. The building had a killer cafeteria, with the world’s best pastries.
It was going to be the death of her.
“I hope you covered her ears before you called her ugly. She’s very sensitive.”
He snorted. “Sensitive? This little monster thinks she rules the world. She doesn’t have a sensitive bone in her puny little body.”
Blaise grinned. He wasn’t wrong. Ivy might only weigh ten pounds, but she thought she was a lion. “Give her a kiss for me, will you? I’ll see you tonight?”
“That’ll be a hard No on the kiss and a gooey Yes on the seeing me later part.”
“Love ya, babe.”
“I love you too, honey. But I have one more thing to say…”
“What’s that?” Blaise tugged the door open to the office on the third floor where she had a desk and flipped on the light.
“If we’re this monster’s parents, you’re taking the blame for these ears.”