{"product_id":"little-bitter-truths-georgiana-germaine-mysteries-book-14-paperback","title":"Little Bitter Truths | Georgiana Germaine Mysteries Book 14 | Paperback","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003ePRE-ORDER, BOOK COMING JULY 2026\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003eThe wrong sister is murdered, leaving the right one in grave danger ...\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen Mia Bennett asks her sister, Wren, to house-sit while she’s away on a work trip, a small favor turns deadly when Wren is found murdered in Mia’s bed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGrief turns to terror when the truth becomes impossible to ignore, and Mia realizes she was the killer’s target, not Wren.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eDesperate for justice, Mia turns to Private Investigator Georgiana Germaine. What begins as a case of mistaken identity soon turns to a web of secrets, old wounds, and a motive no one saw coming. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs Georgiana digs deeper, time is not on her side. The killer already struck once, a fatal mistake that’s about to be corrected.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003eWhat Readers are Saying about the Series:\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Makes you want to keep reading the story into the night.\" ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A strong lead character and plenty of drama, it keeps the reader engaged.\" ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Leaving you wanting to read more.\" ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I will definitely read more from this author.\" ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Kept me on the edge of my seat.\" ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eSNEAK PEEK OF CHAPTER ONE: \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eWren Armstrong dried the last of the evening’s dishes and set the dish towel to the side as she leaned forward, staring out the window at the full moon. It had been a good day. A quiet day. And now she was looking forward to winding down.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eThree days had passed since Wren had arrived at her sister Mia’s house to stay with Coco, Mia’s Labrador retriever, while Mia attended a work conference in Denver. Wren welcomed the change of scenery, seeing it as an opportunity to escape a reality she wasn’t ready to deal with—the end of her marriage.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eWren wasn’t sure where everything had gone wrong in her marriage with Cooper, just that it had. Over the past year they’d become more like roommates than lovers, spending less and less time with each other as the months had droned on. Two weeks earlier, she’d sat Cooper down to express her feelings, surprised to learn he felt the same way. Rather than stick it out and fight for the relationship, they threw the towel in, coming to the decision that they were better the way they’d started, as friends.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eEnding the relationship was the right decision.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eBut it was far more painful than she imagined it would be.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eWren squeezed her eyes shut and opened them, her thoughts turning away from Cooper, and she reached down, giving Coco a loving pat. “What do you say, girl? Should we watch something together in the living room?” \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eCoco circled around her and then trotted toward the living room as if she’d been able to comprehend what Wren had said. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eWren sat curled into the corner of the couch, her knees tucked beneath her as she pulled a throw blanket over her lap. She clicked on the remote, and the television lit up with a glow, casting shadows along the wall. A late-night true crime show played, the kind of show Mia loved. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"mso-tab-count: 1;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003eCoco hopped up, resting her head on Wren’s thigh. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"mso-tab-count: 1;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003eAs the show progressed, the wind kicked up outside, stirring leaves and branches, and rattling the living room window. Coco shot up, eyes narrow, as she glanced out the window, then back at Wren.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003e“It’s all right, girl,” Wren reassured. “It’s just a bit of wind. You’re okay.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eBefore settling in on the sofa, Wren had checked the locks, more out of habit than fear. Mia lived in a quiet neighborhood. Nothing ever happened here.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eWren’s cell phone buzzed on the coffee table, and she reached for it, seeing a text message from Mia.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eJust finished dinner. Sat next the same guy I mentioned earlier today, and he asked if I was single. Can you believe it?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eWren smiled and typed back:\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eWell? What did you say? Don’t leave me hanging! \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eThey exchanged a few more messages, ending with Mia saying she’d check in the next day. She set the phone to the side and increased the volume on the television remote. The television droned on, a detective asking questions Wren half listened to, as her eyelids fell heavy, and she nodded off. Waking several minutes later, the wind had died down, but a faint sound drifted down the hall.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eIt wasn’t loud. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eStill … \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eWren muted the television and listened.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eNothing.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eOne minute passed, then two, and she breathed a sigh of relief and shook her head. Being alone always made her jumpy. And though her marriage had fallen apart, Cooper had almost always been around at night, offering her a sense of safety and security.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eShe reached for the remote to turn the sound back on when she heard something else, clearer this time. A soft thud, then the faint creak of wood.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eCoco lifted her head, scanning the dark hallway behind them, and this time, Wren felt a twitch of unease.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eThen she heard it—footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. Every nerve screamed at her to move, to get up, to run, but her muscles refused to cooperate. Coco jumped off the couch as if determined to investigate, a low growl building in her chest.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003e“Coco,” Wren whispered. “Come here, girl.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eAs soon as she said it, the footsteps stopped, and Wren turned.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eA figure stood at the edge of the living room, half hidden in shadow. A mask covered the face, and black clothing blended into the darkness around it. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eThe figure didn’t rush. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eDidn’t hesitate.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eIt stepped forward.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eWren’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. She scrambled off the couch, her bare feet sliding against the hardwood as she attempted to back away.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003e“Please,” she said. “I don’t know who you are or why you’re here, but I want you to leave.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eThe words hung in the air, fragile and useless.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eThe figure raised an arm, aiming a gun at Wren’s head.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eFor a moment time slowed, stretching thin as Wren’s life flashed before her. She thought of her sister and of Cooper and of the life she thought ahead of her. A life she wasn’t sure she’d live to see. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eAs a gunshot rang through the air, Coco lunged forward with a sharp bark. Wren collapsed to the floor, the room tilting as her consciousness began to fade. In the background, the television screen flickered, still muted, its images sliding out of focus. Coco’s bark turned frantic, her body standing over Wren as if to protect her.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Century Schoolbook',serif;\"\u003eFootsteps retreated, quick now, fading into the night the same way they had come. 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