The Escape Artist

By Wendy Dewar Hughes

When artist, Laura Dunsmore, takes a job painting Christmas greetings on the windows of the local hardware store she leans a little too far off the top of a stepladder and lands on the store's new assistant manager, Gareth, who happens along and manages to catch her.

Gareth is enthralled with the pretty artist but Laura, who was dumped at the altar only a few months before, wants nothing to do with a new romance. However, when they discover that they're both members of the church choir and must continually practice together, Laura's resolve to keep Gareth at a distance starts to crumble.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wendy Dewar Hughes
• Release date: Nov 22, 2017
• ISBN: 9781927626740

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Editing by Suzanne Lieurance, Write by the Sea Press; Wendy Dewar Hughes, Summer Bay Press; Julene Schroeder, Editing Excellence.

Book design by Wendy Dewar Hughes, Summer Bay Press.

Cover art by Wendy Dewar Hughes, Summer Bay Studio.

Cover design by Wendy Dewar Hughes, Summer Bay Press.

ISBN Digital: 978-1-927626-74-0

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CHAPTER ONE

JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE. If Laura could stretch just a little bit farther, she wouldn’t have to get down off the ladder and move the thing. One more flick of the brush on the inside of this window would do it, she thought, leaning far out over the top of the stepladder, and then she could go home.

At the same moment Laura twisted her wrist to put the final curlicue on the end of a sprig of holly, a figure appeared in the window. That’s all it took to make her lose her concentration . . . and her balance. The ladder teetered and tilted. The jar of paint slid off the ladder’s shelf and crashed to the floor spraying Christmas green in a goopy fan on the store’s pale floor tiles.