By Ginny Aiken
Gemologist Andrea Adams is soreness a foul case of burnout at her plum task within the manhattan Diamond District. So she swaps ny for Louisville, Kentucky, and joins the S.T.U.D. tv procuring community as its latest host. whilst she's paired up with a hunky yet clueless Ken doll of a cohost, Andrea wonders if she made the correct circulate. best all of it off with foul play, a visit to Myanmar, and plenty and plenty of rubies, and you have got a narrative any girl want to learn. This intriguing and fast paced novel kicks off Ginny Aiken's Shop-Til-U-Drop assortment.
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Talk about pressure. “I sure hope I’m not your first one then. ” “Pshaw! ” I am so not going there. Besides, I’d been glooming and dooming about my shaky earning prospects not even a half hour ago. It looks like God has a sense of humor, after all. Did you ever imagine he’d answer like this? I didn’t. ” That’s when it all hits me. Like a ton of bricks, it hits me. I am home. Really and truly. In Louisville—well, the outskirts, but a whole world closer than New York City, that’s for sure. New York .
How come when a two-year-old dubs a relative something too cute, it sticks forever? “It’s so good to hear you. ” “No, no, no. That’s not how we play this game. I asked first. You tell me, and then I’ll tell you. ” “Hong Kong, remember? It’s almost the end of June. ” “That’s right. My, my, my. ” She clucks her dismay. “So, tell me now, did you get yourself any a’ them chopstick thingies? You gonna teach me to use ’em? How ’bout any pretties? ” Aunt Weeby is a world-class shopper. “Nope. Prices were outrageous this time around.
Good. Yes, good. ” I ask the Lord’s forgiveness for that one. I prefer not to fib, but when it comes to Aunt Weeby—even over a phone line—skating on the outer edges of the truth is sometimes for the greater good. ” The rich alto voice in the background sets off my suspicion-o-meter. Before I can comment, however, a tussle for the telephone ensues. “Give me that thing already,” my auntie’s flea-market buddy, Miss Mona Latimer, demands. “You’ve been chewing the girl’s ear off for an eternity and still haven’t told her—” “Don’t pay no never mind to Mona, sugarplum.