With fugitive parents, a brother dodging loan sharks, a hunky cop who's made her outlaw family his business, and her ex-fiancé back in the picture, Carlotta Wren thought her life couldn't get any more complicated. And then… Her fugitive parents phone home. Her identity is stolen by a look-alike. Her look-alike is found, well…dead. Under suspicion for murder, Carlotta discovers that her devious double might have been bumped off accidentally—and that she could be the real target! Throw in dealing with her motley crew of family, friends and wannabe lovers, and Carlotta begins to think that jail isn't such a bad alternative after all…. "What a great book! I'm really glad my wife made me read it." -- Stephanie's husband See Stephanie's Amazon Author Page:  amazon.com/author/stephaniebond "Sweetheart, it's me…Daddy." Carlotta Wren stepped off the up escalator in the Atlanta Neiman Marcus department store where she worked, so shocked by the sound of the voice on the other end that she dropped her cell phone.It landed on the shiny,waxed floor with a smack, bounced and skidded away. With her heart in her stomach, she frantically scrambled after the fleeing phone, the baritone of her long-lost fugitive father ringing in her ears. Was it really him calling after ten years of silence? Ten years during which she'd put her life on hold to finish raising herself and her younger brother Wesley after her parents had skipped bail—and town—on investment fraud charges. Ten years of feeling alone and abandoned after her friends and even her fiancé had withdrawn their affection in light of the scandal. The tiny phone spun away like a mouse scurrying for cover. Carlotta gulped air as she clambered after it, brushing the shoulders of people in her path, darting between racks of clothing. The foot of a striding customer struck the phone and sent it spinning in another direction. Carlotta hurtled after it, feeling her father slip farther from her grasp with every agonizing second that passed. She was practically hyperventilating when she fell to her knees, curled her fingers around the elusive phone and jammed it to her ear."Hello? Daddy?" Dead air. If it had been Randolph Wren on the other end of the line, he was gone. A sob welled up in her chest."Daddy, can you hear me?" She couldn't bring herself to hang up, unwilling to sever the only connection she'd had with her father in over a decade. Then she realized that he might be trying to call her back and stabbed the disconnect button. Sitting under a rack of beaded bathing-suit sarongs,Carlotta stared at the phone,willing it to ring again, thinking how ridiculous she would seem to an onlooker—an almost thirty-year-old woman sitting on the floor waiting for a call back from her long-lost daddy. Somewhere between her nonexistent career goals, her brother's legal problems, their hulking debt to loan sharks and her confused love life, she'd made the transition from pitiful to pathetic. Suddenly she remembered the callback feature and realized with a surge of excitement that she'd at least be able to see what number he'd called from. She stabbed at buttons on the phone,but was rewarded with a rather sick-sounding tone and noticed with dismay that the display was interrupted by a hairshattered family. Carlotta felt less forgiving, esher mother Valerie, who hadn't been a crime, yet had chosen a life on the lam over She sat on her heels for five long minperspiraA shadow fell over her. When she standing with her eyebrows raised. narrow blonde, conservatively Patricia is there a problem?" Lindy asked. "No." You know you're not supposed to be using "Yes," Carlotta said, her throat closing. "But this is a—an emergency." "Oh?" Lindy crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Are you on an organ-donor list?" "No." "The phone-a-friend for a contestant on a national trivia show?" "No." "Waiting to hear back from your next employer?" Patricia snickered and Carlotta swallowed."N-no." Lindy extended her hand. "Hand it over. You can pick it up at the end of your shift." "But—" "No buts, Carlotta. You're already skating on thin ice around here." Carlotta bit her tongue. Lindy had been more than fair to give her a get-out-of-jail-free card for buying clothes on her employee discount, wearing them to crash upscale parties, then returning the fancy outfits for full credit.Ditto when she had been involved in a knock-down drag-out fight with a customer right here in the store—and been implicated in that customer's subsequent murder. That particular misunderstanding had since been cleared up, but Carlotta's once-stellar sales record had slipped badly in the interim. It hadn't helped that the murdered woman had been a high-volume customer. She was lucky that she hadn't been canned weeks ago, and since she and Wesley depended on her paycheck for little things like paying the mortgage…with a shaky smile, she handed the phone to Lindy. "Carlotta, have you met Patricia Alexander?" "No