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A Cutthroat Business
Savannah Martin [1]
Jenna Bennett
(2011)

Everyone has warned new-minted realtor Savannah Martin that real estate is a cutthroat business. But Savannah doesn’t think she’s supposed to take the warning literally ... until an early morning phone call sends her to an empty house on the ‘bad’ side of town, where she finds herself standing over the butchered body of a competitor, face to face with the boy her mother always warned her about.

Rafe Collier is six feet three inches of testosterone and trouble; tall, dark, and dangerous, with a murky past and no future—not the kind of guy a perfect Southern Belle should want to tangle with. In any way. But wherever Savannah turns, there he is, and making no bones about what he wants from her.

Now Savannah must figure out who killed real estate queen Brenda Puckett, make a success of her new career, and avoid getting killed—or kissed—by Rafe, all before the money in her savings account runs out and she has to go back to selling make-up at the mall.

* Contains an excerpt from HOT PROPERTY, Savannah Martin mystery #2

WHAT PEOPLE ARE SAYING:

"With a dose of southern charm and a bad boy you won't want to forget, A CUTTHROAT BUSINESS has enough wit and sexual chemistry to rival Janet Evanovich."
"VERDICT: The hilarious dialog and the tension between Savannah and Rafe will delight fans of chick-lit mysteries and romantic suspense."
"... mixes up a frothy girl drink of houses, hunks and whodunit narrated in a breezy first person ... If you love an umbrella in your drink ... grab A Cutthroat Business for a quick beach read."
"A delicious and dazzling romantic thriller ... equal parts wit and suspense, distilled with a Southern flavor as authentic as a mint julep."
"... equal parts charming and sexy, with a side of suspense. Hero and heroine, Savannah Martin and Rafe Collier, are a pairing of perfection."
"...hooks you in the first page and doesn't let go until the last! ... There's something for every reader: tricky plot twists, rich description, and some villainous characters you'll love to hate."
"A lighthearted Southern romp with plenty of steam beneath the surface ... prose is crisp, and protagonist Savannah Martin is a flawed but likeable heroine."

BIO:

Jenna Bennett/Jennie Bentley writes the New York Times bestselling Do It Yourself home renovation mysteries for Berkley Prime Crime and the Cutthroat Business mysteries for her own gratification. She also writes a variety of romance for Entangled Publishing, from contemporary to futuristic and from paranormal to suspense.

ALSO IN THIS SERIES:

A Cutthroat Business - Savannah Martin mystery #1 (May 2011)
Hot Property - Savannah Martin Mystery #2 (June 2011)
Contract Pending - Savannah Martin Mystery #3 (July 2011)
Close to Home - Savannah Martin Mystery #4 (October 2011)
A Done Deal - Savannah Martin Mystery #5 (December 2011)

ALSO FROM THIS AUTHOR:

Fatal Fixer-Upper - DIY #1 (November 2008) - written as Jennie Bentley
Spackled and Spooked - DIY #2 (August 2009) - written as Jennie Bentley
Plaster and Poison - DIY #3 (March 2010) - written as Jennie Bentley
Mortar and Murder - DIY #4 (January 2011) - written as Jennie Bentley
Flipped Out - DIY #5 (October 2011) - written as Jennie Bentley
Wall to Wall Dead - DIY #6 (September 2012) - written as Jennie Bentley

Tall, Dark and Divine, Bagging a Greek God #1 - (July 2012)

Fortune's Hero, Soldiers of Fortune #1 - (November 2012)

 

 

A

Cutthroat

Business

 

by

Jenna Bennett

 

Savannah Martin has always been a good girl, doing what was expected and fully expecting life to fall into place in its turn. But when her perfect husband turns out to be a lying, cheating slimeball - and bad in bed to boot -
Savannah
kicks the jerk to the curb and embarks on life on her own terms. With a new apartment, a new career, and a brand new outlook on life, she's all set to take the world by storm. If only the world would stop throwing her curveballs...

 

Everyone has warned new-minted realtor Savannah Martin that real estate is a cutthroat business. But Savannah doesn’t think she’s supposed to take the warning literally ... until an early morning phone call sends her to an empty house on the ‘bad’ side of town, where she finds herself standing over the butchered body of a competitor, face to face with the boy her mother always warned her about.
Rafe Collier is six feet three inches of testosterone and trouble; tall, dark, and dangerous, with a murky past and no future—not the kind of guy a perfect Southern Belle should want to tangle with. In any way. But wherever
Savannah
turns, there he is, and making no bones about what he wants from her.
Now Savannah must figure out who killed real estate queen Brenda Puckett, make a success of her new career, and avoid getting killed—or kissed—by Rafe, all before the money in her savings account runs out and she has to go back to selling make-up at the mall.

Praise for A CUTTHROAT BUSINESS
 

 

“...Gallagher mixes up a frothy girl drink of houses, hunks and whodunit narrated in a breezy first person.” —Lyda Phillips, The
Nashville
Scene

 


VERDICT:
The hilarious dialog and the tension between
Savannah
and Rafe will delight fans of chick-lit mysteries and romantic suspense.”

Jo Ann Vicarel, Library Journal

 

“... equal parts charming and sexy, with a side of suspense. Hero and heroine, Savannah Martin and Rafe Collier, are a pairing of perfection.” —Paige Crutcher, examiner.com

 

“...hooks you in the first page and doesn’t let go until the last!” —Lynda Coker, Between the Pages

 

“Bente Gallagher weaves her mystery with assurance and panache. A Cutthroat Business will keep the reader turning pages.” —Peggy Webb, author of
Elvis and the Grateful Dead
, a Southern Cousins Mystery

 

“With a dose of southern charm and a bad boy you won’t want to forget, A Cutthroat Business has enough wit and sexual chemistry to rival Janet Evanovich.” —Tasha Alexander, bestselling author of
Dangerous to Know

 

“A delicious and dazzling romantic thriller ... equal parts wit and suspense, distilled with a Southern flavor as authentic as a mint julep.”—Kelli Stanley, bestselling author and Bruce Alexander award winner,
Nox Dormienda

 

“A fast-paced mystery that just gets faster and faster as the tension builds to a satisfying conclusion.” —USA Today best-selling author Rhonda Pollero

Chapter 1.
 

 

Forewarned is forearmed, they say, and in justice to — well, everyone! — I guess I must admit that I was forewarned. It’s just that when people told me that real estate is a cutthroat business, I didn’t think they meant it
literally
.

My name is Savannah Martin, and I sell houses. Or I should say that I try, because I’m brand new at my job, and truth be told, haven’t sold so much as a lean-to yet. I should have realized, when the call came in about 101
Potsdam
Street, that it was too good to be true.

It was about 8:45 in the morning on the first Saturday in August, and I was at work. As usual. For the past six weeks I’d been on call pretty much 24/7 — not exactly what I’d had in mind when I looked forward to setting my own hours — and I haunted the office like the proverbial ghoul.

I guess I should also mention that I didn’t actually have anything else to do. I used to work at the make-up counter at the mall, but when I got my real estate license, I quit my job and started living off my savings in the hope that my dwindling bank balance would give me the incentive I needed to succeed. So far it hadn’t worked, and if something didn’t change soon, I’d have to crawl to Dillard’s to beg for my old job back. If it was still available, with the way the economy was going these days.
 

But that was why, when the phone rang, I snatched it up on the very first ring, and had to take a couple of steadying breaths before I put the receiver to my ear. “Good morning. Thank you for calling Walker Lamont Realty. Savannah Martin speaking. How may I help you?”

“Savannah Martin?” a male voice repeated.

I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

I waited for him to comment, but instead he just continued chummily, like we were old friends, “See,
Savannah
, it’s like this. I was supposed to be meeting Miz Puckett at eight, to see
101 Potsdam Street
, but I’ve sat here for 45 minutes, and I ain’t seen hide or hair of her.”

“I haven’t seen her this morning, either,” I answered, my heart starting to beat faster. Someone was interested in buying 101
Potsdam
? And my colleague and competitor Brenda Puckett had dropped the ball...? “Though it isn’t like her to be late.” Much more like her to be early, so she could feel superior when you merely showed up on time. “Are you able to wait while I try to call her?”

My caller said he was, and I put him on hold before dialing Brenda’s cell phone, and when there was no answer, her home number. There was no answer there either. I got back on the line. “Sir? I’m sorry, I can’t get in touch with her. But if... that is... I mean...”

My tongue tripped over itself in its eagerness to offer help. The caller didn’t say anything, but I could sense amusement through the line. I gritted my teeth and tried again. “If you’d still like to see the house,
I’d
be happy to come out and open the door for you...?”

I held my breath. The Italianate Victorian and surrounding two acres were listed for almost a quarter million USD, a fairly high price for
Nashville
,
Tennessee
. The commission would pay my rent and keep me in gasoline and Ramen noodles for the rest of the year, at least.

“You sure you can spare the time, darlin’?” The voice was a baritone, husky and low, with a hint of velvety roughness that made him sound like he’d just rolled out of bed.

 
I assured him, with all the sincerity I could muster, that there was nothing I’d rather do than be of service to him. He chuckled, but didn’t comment. Even so, the ripeness of the chuckle brought a blush to my cheeks. I ignored it, promising him I’d be there in fifteen minutes, and then I wasted the first thirty seconds of that time doing a (premature) victory dance before I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. If I was going to get from the office to
Potsdam Street
in the fourteen and a half minutes left to me, I would have to get my tail in gear and keep my foot glued to the gas pedal the whole way.

 

This may be a good time to explain about Brenda Puckett, the Wicked Witch of the South, or, as she prefers to think of herself, the Empress of Everything. She’s a short, plump woman with big hair and a bigger ego, approximately fifteen years older than me and at least fifty pounds heavier. And she has disliked me from the moment she first set eyes on me. Could be because I’m younger and thinner — though certainly no reed; it doesn’t take
that
much to be thinner than Brenda — or could be because my blonde hair is my own and didn’t come out of a bottle, the way Brenda’s did. Or maybe I just wasn’t deferential enough the first time I met her. Through no fault of my own, I assure you. How was I supposed to guess that the dumpy, middle-aged woman in the ill-fitting blouse, padding around the front office in her stocking-feet, wasn’t the cleaning lady, but one of the most successful realtors in
Nashville
? She sure didn’t look it. But she wasted no time in correcting my mistake, in terms that could have curled my hair had it not already had some curl of its own, and she still held it against me six weeks later. The thought of being able to put one over on her made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside as I skidded around the corner of Potsdam Street, narrowly avoiding a head-on collision with a souped-up green Dodge, and gunned the car up the street.

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