A Jana Lane Mystery
Murder, corruption, and scandals rock Washington, D.C.... America’s most famous ex-child star, Jana Lane, is playing a US Senator in a 1983 film. Just as she and her family arrive in DC, two Washington power players are murdered, and Jana is caught in the web of intrigue and political scandal. Jana falls under the spell of the breathtakingly handsome detective assigned to the case, ex-professional football player and food aficionado, Chris Bove. Will Jana and Bove uncover the murderer’s identity and shocking secrets before Jana and her family become the Capitol’s next victims?
Jana Lane, America’s most famous ex-child star, ran down a dark hallway in the north wing of the Capitol, causing the row of senators’ office doors to become a blur of brown. Sweat soaked through her beige business suit as her heart pounded in her ears. She turned a corner, and Jana’s heels skidded to a halt on the marble floor as she screamed at the sight of—
Jana gasped and looked up at her husband’s handsome face. Thank God it was just a dream.
Brian leaned back against the gold circular headboard under the ruby-red satin canopy bedcover. “It must have been one heck of a nightmare.”
Jana noticed her beige satin nightgown was soaking wet. She pushed off the silver satin sheets. After walking past the circular fireplace without looking into the floor-length oval mirror, she headed into her walk-in closet and changed into a pink silk replacement.
“Care to tell your husband about it?”
She sat at her pink crushed velvet-trimmed vanity, looked in the mirror, and brushed her long strawberry-blonde hair. “I don’t want to tell you.”
“I know what you’ll say.”
“Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty?”
Jana placed the gold brush back on the vanity. “I was being chased by someone at the Capitol.”
“The Capitol Theatre?”
“No, the Capitol…in Washington, DC.”
Brian ran a strong hand through his thick chestnut hair, and said like a television announcer, “Courtesy of Jana Lane’s next film, Madam Senator.”
Guilty as charged. Jana got back into bed. “I hope this isn’t a premonition…like the last time.” She nestled her cheek into Brian’s mountainous chest. It smelled woodsy, and it felt like home.
Brian placed a muscular arm around her shoulders. “Remember what happened during shooting on His Obsession last year?”
“I was nominated for an Oscar,” Jana replied into Brian’s pectoral muscles. She crinkled her nose. “But I didn’t win.”
“You also nearly got killed."