Sisters, Texas Series Book 7
a case of mistaken identity be the death of her?
Reynolds is looking forward to a few days of rest and relaxation. Her
best friend Genny is judging a celebrity bake-off near DC, so it’s
the perfect opportunity for a girl’s getaway. With fun-loving
Granny Bert in tow, the trio heads to the very heart of the Intel
community. Deep in alphabet soup territory—surrounded by CIA, NSA,
FBI and more—it takes only moments for things to go awry.
mix-up at the airport leaves Madison with the wrong luggage, and a
last-minute change in accommodations lands them at
Columbia Inn at Peralynna. How
can they know its ties to the spy world will soon spin them into its
as a CIA safe house, the inn has a fascinating history. When it seems
a mysterious man in a dark coat is following her, Madison scoffs at
her over-action imagination. She’s listened to too many spy tales,
spun by the innkeeper herself. The stories of espionage and agents
are intriguing, but too incredible to be real. The Texans know
nothing about secret codes and counterintelligence. They’ve never
heard of The Lilac Code, or the illusive agent-for-hire known simply
home in The Sisters, a drama is unfolding that involves Madison’s
precious twins. She’s raised them to do the right thing, no matter
the consequence, but will their quest for justice put them in danger?
into impossible situations of being in the wrong place at the wrong
time, the twins risk everything to save their school, while deep in
spy territory, Madison and Genny race against the clock—and the
elements—to save Granny Bert’s life.
Sisters, Texas Mystery Series continues
in this exciting Book 7. This is a stand-alone book, but best when
enjoyed as a full series experience.
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Sisters, Texas Series Book 1
The Stars Fall
in The Sisters
Willis, best known for her popular The Sisters, Texas Mystery Series
and Forgotten Boxes, always dreamed of being an author. In November
of ’13, that dream became a reality. Since that time, she has
published eleven books, won first place honors for Best MysterySeries, Best Suspense Fiction and Best Audio Book, and has introduced
her imaginary friends to readers around the world.
avid history buff, Becki likes to poke around in old places and learn
about the past. Other addictions include reading, writing, junking,
unraveling a good mystery, and coffee. She loves to travel, but
believes coming home to her family and her Texas ranch is the best
part of any trip. Becki is a member of the Association of Texas
Authors, the National Association of Professional Women, and the
Brazos Writers organization. She attended Texas A&M University
and majored in Journalism.
grandmother isn’t joining you this evening?”
“Not this evening,” Maddy confirmed.
“It’s a messy night out. Perfect for staying in by the fire.” Sophie turned a pointed look toward
Madison. “I trust today has been smoother than yesterday?”
Maddy’s answer was slow in coming, as she debated how best to answer. She still hadn’t told
the innkeeper the whole truth, that someone had been in their suite and taken the suitcase. In the
end, she simply smiled and said, “Yes. I’m sorry for any trouble I may have caused.”
“Not to worry. I’m just glad it was a false alarm. All the same, I think perhaps we should lay
off the spy stories tonight, don’t you?”
They made the appropriate sounds of laughter. “By the way,” Madison said, before Sophie
moved along to greet new guests coming into the room, “I was wondering about one of your
guests. A tall, blond woman, quite commanding with her presence. Do you know who I’m talking
Sophie looked around. “Is she in here now?”
“No, I haven’t seen her since last night. She was wearing a lovely dark gray pantsuit. The first
night we were here, she had on a navy blazer and a blue sweater.”
“That would be Logan. She’s not a guest. She’s our local CIA agent.”
The news surprised Madison. Too stunned to speak, Genny spoke for her. “CIA?” It was more
of a gulp, than a question.
“Yes. She pops in and out quite often. With the NSA and so many other government agencies
practically in our backyard, you never know who might be here at any given moment. We don’t
advertise the fact, but they often use the inn as a secure meeting location. It’s even served as a
safe house a time or two.”
Madison’s brow puckered in thought. “So this Logan McKee is an agent?”
“Yes. One of the best, so I understand.” Sophie waved to the couple approaching the pastry
tray. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to speak to Mr. and Mrs. Asano.”
“Certainly,” Madison murmured, her mind already miles ahead. She turned toward her friend,
reluctant to voice her thoughts. “Genny, you don’t suppose…”
Genny’s blond head was already bobbing. “…that we somehow intercepted a piece of
“Yes! It would make sense, you know. The note from the little girl, all those crazy letters and
numbers, the case.” She gasped and clutched her friend’s arm. “The shadow from the chandelier!
What if that’s some sort of coded message for Logan McKee?”
“I don’t know whether to be excited, or to be frightened,” Genny admitted.
“Why? They have the case back.”
“But you still have the note.”
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