Savannah Martin Mysteries Mega Bundle - books 1-10 From Meet-Cute to Marriage

Get 10 full-length novels plus two novellas (and a FREE prequel short story) in this exclusive deal on the USA Today bestselling Savannah Martin mystery series. 

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ “The hilarious dialogue and the tension between Savannah and Rafe will delight fans of chick-lit mysteries and romantic suspense.”  Jo Ann Vicarel, Library Journal

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

But that was before I found myself in an empty house on the ‘bad’ side of town, standing over the butchered body of my office nemesis, face to face with the boy my mother always warned me 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 sense of the word. But wherever I turn, there he is, and making no bones about what he wants from me.

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

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ "Enough wit and sexual chemistry to rival Evanovich!" New York Times bestselling author Tasha Alexander

💕 It took me four minutes longer than the fifteen I had promised before I could pull my pale-blue Volvo — the safest car on the road — to a stop behind the sleek, black Harley-Davidson waiting in the circular driveway. The man straddling the seat matched the motorcycle: dark, muscular, and more than a little dangerous. The T-shirt might as well have been painted on for all that it left to the imagination, and the tattoo peeking from under the left sleeve looked like the tail end of a viper curled around his bicep.

I hesitated before I opened the car door. Real estate can be a scary business on occasion. Those of us who are involved in it advertise our faces and phone numbers all over town, then agree to meet total strangers who call, claiming to want to see an empty house somewhere. Sometimes — rarely, but it happens — one of us gets attacked. And there was something about this man that suggested that I ought to step carefully. So I did, both because it seemed prudent and because the gravel was difficult to navigate on three inch heels. “Sorry I’m late. I’m Savannah Martin…”

And then I stopped — dead, if you’ll pardon the pun — when he removed the mirrored sunglasses and I met his eyes.

They were as dark as those on a Jersey cow, and surrounded by long, thick, curving eyelashes. There’s nothing wrong with my lashes — nothing a liberal application of make-up can’t correct, at any rate — but I would have sold my soul to possess his. He could hawk mascara for Maybelline with those lashes. Not that that was the reason I was staring.

“Struck speechless by my good looks, darlin’?” His voice was amused.

“Sorry,” I managed, fighting back a blush. How mortifying, to be caught staring! “For a second there you looked familiar, but…”

“You ain’t never forgotten me?” He grinned. White teeth flashed against golden skin, and a ghostly memory stirred, like an alligator in a swamp, but it subsided without breaking the surface.

“Um…” I said, distracted. The grin widened wickedly.

When a few seconds passed while I didn’t say anything else, he added, “Been back to Sweetwater lately?”

So he was from back home. Well, it made sense. The drawl, slow as molasses, was pure South, and he wasn’t someone I had met recently, or I would have remembered.

“A few weeks ago,” I said slowly, running mental mug shots past my inner eye. “You?”

“That’d be telling.” Another grin curved his lips and the alligator stirred again. I concentrated, and almost had it, but just as I was about to reach out and grasp it, it slipped through my fingers once more.

“You couldn’t give me a hint, could you?”

I smiled hopefully. He contemplated me in silence for a few seconds before he said accommodatingly, “Sure. Columbia High.”

I nodded. Of course. He was someone I had gone to high school with. That explained it. But there had been hundreds of students in my high school. How in the world did he expect me to recognize him after all this time…?

And then the brick dropped, or the alligator reared, or whatever. I jumped back. “Oh, my God! Rafael Collier. You’re…”

“Guilty as charged.” He made a little mocking half-bow. His voice was pleasant, but his eyes were anything but. They had turned as black as the motorcycle he’d been riding, and approximately twice as hard. I swallowed and opened my mouth. And put my foot in it.

“I thought you went to prison.”

He lifted an eyebrow. Just one; the other didn’t move so much as a fraction of an inch. “That was twelve years ago, darlin’. I got out.”

Obviously. I swallowed again and took another step back. 

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Continue reading A Cutthroat Business to find out what happens next!

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ “I have loved this series since book one and have enjoyed being along for the ride as Savannah has grown from the princess on the hill who tried to live up to her mother’s outdated expectations into a strong woman who stands up for her own beliefs and the man she loves. Jenna Bennett has tackled a sensitive subject with honesty, Southern charm, and laugh out loud humor. And the series keeps getting better.” Amazon Reviewer Karli 

Bundle includes the following full-length eBooks: ✅  A CUTTHROAT BUSINESS - #1 ✅. HOT PROPERTY - #2 ✅  CONTRACT PENDING - #3 ✅  CLOSE TO HOME - #4 ✅  A DONE DEAL - #5 ✅   CHANGE OF HEART - #6 ✅   KICKOUT CLAUSE - #7 ✅   PAST DUE - #8 ✅   DIRTY DEEDS - #9 ✅   UNFINISHED BUSINESS - #10 Bonus Content: 🆓 BONUS SHORT STORY - #1.5 🆓 CONTINGENT ON APPROVAL holiday novella - #5.5  🆓  BUSMAN'S HONEYMOON honeymoon novella - #10.5