"True love is like a stew, you just have to stir up sometimes and bring the good stuff to the top again."
Camille Wilson had spent over 28 years being a devoted wife and
mother. She had a house in an affluent neighborhood of D.C., three
beautiful grown children and a husband with a successful job. One would
believe she almost had it all. Now that she had an empty nest Camille
wanted to get her marriage back on track. She is ready to turn down the
lights, open the wine, and seduce her husband.
"True love doesn’t exist and anyone that says so is only after two things, sex and your bank account."
Marshall Price believed that statement whole-heartedly and the
cynical private detective is never wrong. In his experience romance was
overrated and unnecessary. Infidelity is a given in his book and love is
just a made up notion. When a new case comes his way to
investigate the seemingly innocent Camille Wilson, Marshall discovers
being wrong might just be the right thing for his heart.