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    Rachelle J. Christensen

ISBN: 978-1-60907-861-4


Diamond Rings are Deadly Things

by: Rachelle J. Christensen
Meet the Author
RACHELLE CHRISTENSEN was born and raised in a small farming town in Idaho not far from the setting of her mystery Diamond Rings are Deadly Things.She graduated cum laude from Utah State University with a degree in psychology. She enjoys singing and songwriting, playing the piano, running, motivational speaking, and of course reading. Rachelle has an amazing husband and five cute kids.
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About This Book

Adrielle Pyper knows how to plan a wedding, and she’s especially good at pleasing bridezillas. But when her biggest client and best friend is murdered just three days before the wedding, Adri’s world falls apart. She moves to the resort town of Sun Valley, Idaho, and starts from scratch. Thanks to Adri’s impeccable taste and unique style, she lands two celebrity clients, and her business seems headed for success—that is, until someone vandalizes the specialty wedding dresses she imported from overseas. The race is on to uncover a secret hidden within the yards of satin and lace before Adri becomes the next victim.

With a delightful blend of mystery, toe-curling kisses, humor, and spine-tingling thrills, Diamond Rings Are Deadly Things is a romantic suspense novel that will keep you turning pages long into the night.

“A thrilling mystery. . . . Don’t be surprised if you have to stay up all night to finish it!”-Rachel Ann Nunes, author of Before I Say Goodbye

“This terrific story will keep you wondering through all the twists and turns.”-Heather Justesen, author of Brownies and Betrayal

“A cunning crafty mystery with just the right mix of romance.”-Nichole Giles, author of Descendant

“A great mystery! It held me captive until the very end.”-Tristi Pinkston, author of the Secret Sisters Mysteries


My fingers snagged on an uneven part of the hem. “Please tell me this isn’t–” I covered my mouth when I saw the gapping hole in the hemline of Sylvia’s dress.

“What’s this?” Lorea held up a shiny piece of metal.

My skin prickled with goosebumps. “That looks like part of a razor blade.” I closed my eyes, but not before the image of blood trickling down a knife point seared my consciousness. “I don’t understand. Do you think our shipment was tampered with?”