Jenny Kearns and Matt Thompson are best friends. Except Jenny's in love with Matt. And she thought he was in love with her, too. But then Audra Jenkins enters the picture and Jenny sleeps with Kyle, Matt's older brother, who's home from college on Spring Break. Though they keep it a secret from Matt, Jenny learns the hard way that first loves and first times are messy and complicated. --- "Tell me you like it, Jenny," Kyle murmurs confidently in my ear. God, he's so...right. I love it. I try to tell him, but my mouth feels hot and dry. My lips refuse to form words. "Come on, Jenny," he softly coaxes. "I know you like it." "I....I do," I breathe out. "That's what I thought." I feel his lips smile against my ear before planting a chaste kiss on the skin right below my ear lobe. Oh my god. He kissed me. His hand slips higher up my back as goosebumps explode all over my skin. Heat floods my belly and everything just seems to settle right down there. Holy. Crap. ---

A house party is under way at the remote mansion of Black Dudley, and among the guests are some very shady characters. As they playfully recreate the ritual of the Black Dudley Dagger, someone dies. Pathologist George Abbershaw suspects foul play, and when a vital item is mislaid, a gang of crooks hold the guests hostage. Will they escape the house – what did happen to the Colonel – and just who is the mysterious Mr Campion? Neither the story nor Albert Campion is quite as vapid and slow as you might expect....apa in US as THE BLACK DUDLEY MURDER, 1929

Jenny Kearns and Matt Thompson are best friends. Except Jenny's in love with Matt. And she thought he was in love with her, too. But then Audra Jenkins enters the picture and Jenny sleeps with Kyle, Matt's older brother, who's home from college on Spring Break. Though they keep it a secret from Matt, Jenny learns the hard way that first loves and first times are messy and complicated. --- "Tell me you like it, Jenny," Kyle murmurs confidently in my ear. God, he's so...right. I love it. I try to tell him, but my mouth feels hot and dry. My lips refuse to form words. "Come on, Jenny," he softly coaxes. "I know you like it." "I....I do," I breathe out. "That's what I thought." I feel his lips smile against my ear before planting a chaste kiss on the skin right below my ear lobe. Oh my god. He kissed me. His hand slips higher up my back as goosebumps explode all over my skin. Heat floods my belly and everything just seems to settle right down there. Holy. Crap. ---