"5 Stars!...I found this book hard to put down or forget about once finished. This author will keep you guessing right up to the end!"—Aimee McLeod, WordWeaving Reviews

"5 Stars!...A magnificent romantic suspense! A very enjoyable book. I couldn't put it down. Ms. Lloyd starts off with a bang and never lets up. She pulls it all together wonderfully for a very satisfying ending."—Sabrina Edwards, Scribes World Reviews

"4 1/2 Stars!...Has a plot that is simple, yet keeps the reader intrigued. It begins with a punch and rises higher and higher as events occur...Dee Lloyd is a master at mystery writing. She creates a plot that never disappoints. The twists and turns that pop up keep the reader alert. What I loved the most was how the killer wasn't easily identified. Every time I thought I knew who did it, another clue would appear, taking me in a different direction. Readers interested in a serious mystery with romance thrown in for good measure should get a copy of Ties That Blind."—Beverly A. Rearick, Sime~Gen Reviews

"4 Stars!...A definite page turner."—Brandy Hunt, genrEZONE

"4 Stars!...A fast-paced novel that never lets up. Once you begin, it will be hard to stop reading it. If you like a good plot with believable characters, this book is for you."—Patsy Cobb, Word Museum

"Ms. Lloyd has a flair for bringing all her characters to life through their actions and dialogue, giving them each a distinct persona."—Lily Martin, Romance Communication Reviews

"...A fast-paced thriller, with all the tension and suspense without the gore. Ms. Lloyd has managed, again, to keep me at the computer—not working, but reading."—Sue Waldbeck, The Road to Romance

"...What impressed me most about this book is how well balanced it is. The romance is the major story, but the mystery is every bit as enjoyable. It's a well-balanced mix of romance, suspense, and humor."—Cheri Murphy, The Romance Journal

Maybe life did begin at forty. Sylvia rolled onto her back and stretched lazily. The action drew the navy satin sheet off the bare torso of the fair-haired man sprawled on the bed beside her. Philip had earned his rest, she thought with a satisfied smile. He’d always been a talented lover, but her threat to sue for divorce had spurred him to previously unattained heights last night. His stamina had been truly incredible. Long after he had collapsed in exhausted slumber, every nerve ending in her body still purred gently.

Sylvia felt more content with her life than she had in a long time. She took a deep breath. Wood smoke from the fireplace below blended with her perfume, Philip’s cologne and the musky smell of sex.

She didn’t have any illusions about what made her so necessary to her husband’s happiness, but she’d never found anyone else as talented in bed as her occasionally devoted husband. She held up her hand to admire the way the exquisite sapphire ring he’d brought as a peace offering caught the morning light slanting in the tall window of the loft.

As she slipped out of bed, she ran a finger lightly along the silky hair of Philip’s forearm. He didn’t stir. She sighed and shrugged on her fleecy white robe. There was no reason the man shouldn’t sleep, while she made herself some much-needed coffee. She would keep Philip a while longer. A delicious shiver of anticipation snaked along her spine when she imagined his response to that news. There was much to be said for marrying a younger man.

She was at the top of the narrow stairs that led down to the chalet’s living room when she heard a key being turned in the front door lock.

Damn! Hadn’t she told Jessie to notify the security patrol she was going to be here? She started down.

Just inside the front door, an all-too-familiar man in a ridiculous yellow slicker stood silently fumbling with something in the deep pocket of his coat.

“What are you doing here? Has something happened?” Sylvia snapped, torn between annoyance and concern. The heels of her slippers clattered as she hurried down the steep steps.

The man shook his head. The unexpected menace in his cold eyes stopped her in her tracks.

“Then get out. I told you I needed some time here alone.”

Instead of replying, he drew a snub-nosed revolver from his pocket and aimed it deliberately at her chest. Before it sank in that the oaf actually intended to shoot her, Sylvia heard a loud blast and felt a heavy blow as if someone had kicked her in the left breast. She didn’t hear the second shot.