Honeymoon in High Heels by Gemma Halliday

 
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    The High Heels Mysteries :
     
    "A saucy combination of romance and suspense that is simply irresistible."
    - Chicago Tribune
     
    "Stylish... nonstop action...guaranteed to keep chick lit and mystery fans happy!"
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    “Smart, funny and snappy …t he perfect beach read!”
    - Fresh Fiction
     
    " A roller coaster ride full of fun and excitement!"
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    "Gemma Halliday writes like a seasoned author leaving the reader hanging on to every word, every clue, every delicious scene of the book. It’s a fun and intriguing mystery full of laughs and suspense."
    - Once Upon A Romance
 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    HONEYMOON IN HIGH HEELS
     
    by
     
    GEMMA HALLIDAY
     
     
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HONEYMOON IN HIGH HEELS
     
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C HAPTER ONE
     
     
    There are three things in this world that I would apply the word “love” to when describing my feelings. 
    Number one: Shoes.  I have always had a love for fashion, one that only grew as I got older and my heels got higher.  I spent years as a struggling fashion designer, mostly making a living designing children's shoes in the form of sparkly Dora the Explorer flip-flops and light-up Transformers sneakers, before I was able to design my own couture collection.  And I was happy to report that I had finally made it to the point where grown women - with credit cards, no less - bought my creations in fashionable boutiques everywhere.  In fact, I was wearing a pair from my own High Heels Seduction line right now - black, strappy slingbacks with tiny Swarovski crystals scattered over the toes.  Très chic, even if I did say so myself.
    The number two thing that I loved, was my friends and family.  I guess technically that's two things, but I’m lumping them all together because I honestly think of my friends as an extension of my family.  After my best laid wedding plans were recently ruined, my friends and family all traipsed across the desert with me to elope to Las Vegas.  My fiancé and I had exchanged vows amidst sniffles, sighs, and congrats.  I could not ask for a more supportive group, and I felt incredibly fortun at e to have them.
    And the last but certainly not least thing I loved most in this world was my new husband.  Just the word - husband - gave me a giddy little thrill every time I heard it.  I glanced to my right where the man in question sat, dozing in his seat.  His eyes were closed,