New York Times bestselling author Karen Hawkins returns to Glory, North Carolina, for a story of tension and romance between a relentless reporter chasing a story and the newspaper's sexy CFO. Susan Collins always wanted to be a hard-hitting reporter, but there’s not much call for her talents in sleepy Glory, North Carolina. Then the Murder Mystery Club—a trio of enterprising octogenarians—decides to open their own CSI lab at the assisted-living center. And when strange "accidents" begin to happen around town, Susan senses she could be on to the news story of her dreams. Mark Tremayne has returned to Glory to take over as CFO of The Glory Examiner. His job is to keep the newspaper profitable, which means covering the annual Baptist Church Bake-Off and selling ads for the county fair— not allowing his too-sexy-for-her-own-good reporter to hare off after a wild story that could alienate some of the townspeople. Mark’s and Susan’s viewpoints could be from different planets, but their mutual attraction is in total alignment. Despite their arguments, the indomitable redhead and the hot accountant are a sexual explosion waiting to happen. And when it does, Glory had better watch out! "Fun and highly entertaining!" --New York Times bestselling author Rachel Gibson on "Talk of the Town" Fun and highly entertaining! New York Times bestselling author Rachel Gibson on "Talk of the Town" "Fun and highly entertaining!" --New York Times bestselling author Rachel Gibson on "Talk of the Town" New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Karen Hawkins writes novels that have been praised as touching, witty, charming, and heartwarming. A native Southerner who grew up in the mountains of East Tennessee where storytelling is a way of life, Karen recently moved to frosty New England with her beloved husband and multiple foster dogs. The Dove Pond series is a nod to the thousands of books that opened doors for her to more adventures, places, and discoveries than she ever imagined possible. To find out more about Karen, check in with her at Facebook.com/AuthorKarenHawkins, on Instagram @KarenHawkinsAuthor, and on her website KarenHawkins.com. Chapter 1 Dear Bob, My new boss is impossible to get along with. He acts like I don’t know what I’m doing, though I’m the one with the degree and far more experience. How can I tell this jerk to back off and let me do my job? He is the boss, after all. Signed, Angry and Determined Dear Determined, Recognize your boss’s problem for what it is—an attempt at compensation for having a small “member.” Men who boss women in such a fashion usually need a good kick in the ass and a healthy dose of that medicine they sell on late-night TV that promises “instant satisfaction.” If neither of those work, then quit. He’ll miss you and come crawling back. Sincerely, Bob The Glory Examiner June 24, section 2B “What is this ?” The newspaper landed on Susan Collins’s desk with a thud, slapped down by a large masculine hand. Susan leaned back in her chair and faced her pain-in-the-ass and thankfully temporary boss, Mark Treymayne. Fortunately for the readers of The Glory Examiner , their new editor-in-chief wasn’t intimidated by men—not even hunky, dark-haired, blue-eyed ones. She smiled at him. So the column hit the mark, did it? Her Ways to Irk the Boss List was growing quickly. “You’ll have to be a bit more specific, Treymayne. What is what ? The font? The layout? Give me some specifics.” She reached out and rubbed the edge of the paper between her thumb and forefinger. “If you mean the stock, I’d call that thirty-pound newsprint with low-rub black ink.” His mouth thinned with displeasure, probably because he had no idea what thirty-pound stock was, let alone low-rub black ink. “Damn it, I’m talking about the Dear Bob column, and you know it.” “Oh, that. Hmm. I probably wrote that two or three weeks ago. Let me see.” She tugged the paper from beneath his fist. Then, with a great deal of exaggeration, she read the column as if she couldn’t quite remember it. Finally, she tossed it back onto her desk. “Yup, that’s a good one.” He placed his hands flat on her desk and leaned forward. “Don’t push me, Collins.” “Why on earth would I do that?” She met him gaze for gaze, mainly because she couldn’t look away from his eyes. They were such a vivid, sexy blue, with thick, black lashes framed by rimless glasses. Smoky, sooty eyes that were still unmistakably masculine. Why, oh why had God put such a damnably sexy man in charge of the paper? Things would be so much easier if she didn’t have a boss who made her stomach flutter just by glaring at her. And he did a lot of glaring. You’d think she’d be used to it by now, since they’d been working together off and on for almost ten months, but no. One laser lock from those brilliant blue eyes, and she had to fight to keep her thoughts straight. Which was a real problem. Here in Gl