The window turned out to be only regulation size. Or was it a hundred things? I couldn't remember what any of them were, so I let her go and concentrated on my groaning.Īfter a while, though, I got tired of it and rolled over and looked around. There was something else I wanted to ask her. 'Nurse, this might sound like a strange question, but where am I?'

Ross called and said she'd come by later to pick you up.' She started for the door. 'I couldn't have been hit by anything smaller than a truck.' 'Don't you remember what happened last night?' I brought my other eye out of the pillow. 'Now that you're awake,' she said, 'I'll go call the police.' I made a few more groaning noises to indicate that I thought that would be a good idea. When the doctor comes, we can give you something for the pain.' She pulled a bedpan out of the bedside cabinet and set it on top beside the water carafe. 'My head hurts, and I think I might be sick.' She chuckled indulgently as she passed the foot of the bed, a brisk blur of white to my one exposed eye. It seemed like the best news she'd had in a week. While I was still groping for it, the nurse came in. I buried my face in the pillow and reached for the nurse call button. I rolled away from it, flinching and groaning - making the sounds a person makes when her head is pounding and her stomach is lurching. But somewhere off to my right, an enormous window was letting in entirely too much light. * BingeBooks earns revenue from qualifying purchases as an Amazon Associate as well as from other retail partners. INCLUDES A CHAPTER FROM THE NEXT LAUREN ATWILL MYSTERY Now the high-profile marriage of her best friend is at stake alongside her own reputation, and Lauren will have to think fast and move faster to come up with an ending for this script that doesn't spell THE END for her. With nowhere else to turn, Lauren seeks the help of private eye Peter Winslow, who's as tough as he is debonair - and who may be hiding some secrets of his own. Before she can put the pieces of her shattered memory together, she's approached by a stranger who produces incriminating - and compromising - pictures of her. All she remembers is driving home from a hot Hollywood nightspot. When talented screenwriter Lauren Atwill wakes up in a hospital room with no memory of how she got there, it's more than enough to make her nervous.

In 1946 Hollywood, the stars were always shining, the streets were paved with possibilities, and the most dangerous thing a man could do was to uncover the grime behind the glitz and glamour.But a woman might just get away with it.

Star Struck Dead by Sheila York