Foreclosed (The Mitzy Neuhaus Mysteries)
Mitzy Neuhaus is the top selling Realtor in Portland, but even her office is dead in this economy. Foreclosed is the word no homeowner wants to hear and Mitzy is determined to save the incredible mansion on her street from that fate. But with the homeowner desperate to keep Mitzy away from his property and Alonzo, the dangerously hot rival investor trying to snatch it out from under her, Mitzy knows she has to work fast, or the economy won’t be the only thing dead…
Excerpt from Foreclosed: A Mitzy Neuhaus Mystery
“Do you think we can still get the house? I mean, Mitzy is the best there is. I’m afraid if she doesn’t want us to have it, we won’t get it,” Carmella began to worry over the problem.
“It will be fine.”
“Are you sure? I mean, she really is the best. If she thinks it’s a bad spot for a business, maybe it is a bad spot for a business. I mean, who else would know if not her?” Carmella bit on her red lips as she wondered.
“She is not the best. She just advertises a lot,” he gritted his teeth. He really felt like smashing something at the moment.
“Oh come on. I don’t know what your problem is. She is too the best. Everybody knows her. Everybody sings her jingle. When you need a new home, you can call Neuhaus, New Homes! What’s not to love? She’s got kitsch factor like nobody.”
“She’s not kitschy. She’s tasteless. She’s just…she’s just…annoying. She’s really annoying. She’s all the worst parts of the building and homes industry rolled into one person.” He braked hard at the light and regretted it as his head jerked forward.
“Calm down, big boy. She really gets your goat, doesn’t she? No one else has a word to say against her. I’d think you’d love her, after all, she’s a “born again” like you,” she smirked as she said it, thinking her brother’s fad religion was as bad as Mitzy’s purple blazer.
“So now all Christians are supposed to love each other, huh?”
“That is kind of the point,” she said, hiding a smile.
He drove on in silence. Yes. It was true. It was kind of the point. But that
didn’t mean he had to like it. Well, it sort of did.
“Let’s get an offer on the Victorian this afternoon,” he said after some moments of silence.Mitzy Neuhaus is the top selling Realtor in Portland, but even her office is dead in this economy. Foreclosed is the word no homeowner wants to hear and Mitzy is determined to save the incredible mansion on her street from that fate. But with the homeowner desperate to keep Mitzy away from his property and Alonzo, the dangerously hot rival investor trying to snatch it out from under her, Mitzy knows she has to work fast, or the economy won’t be the only thing dead…
Excerpt from Foreclosed: A Mitzy Neuhaus Mystery
“Do you think we can still get the house? I mean, Mitzy is the best there is. I’m afraid if she doesn’t want us to have it, we won’t get it,” Carmella began to worry over the problem.
“It will be fine.”
“Are you sure? I mean, she really is the best. If she thinks it’s a bad spot for a business, maybe it is a bad spot for a business. I mean, who else would know if not her?” Carmella bit on her red lips as she wondered.
“She is not the best. She just advertises a lot,” he gritted his teeth. He really felt like smashing something at the moment.
“Oh come on. I don’t know what your problem is. She is too the best. Everybody knows her. Everybody sings her jingle. When you need a new home, you can call Neuhaus, New Homes! What’s not to love? She’s got kitsch factor like nobody.”
“She’s not kitschy. She’s tasteless. She’s just…she’s just…annoying. She’s really annoying. She’s all the worst parts of the building and homes industry rolled into one person.” He braked hard at the light and regretted it as his head jerked forward.
“Calm down, big boy. She really gets your goat, doesn’t she? No one else has a word to say against her. I’d think you’d love her, after all, she’s a “born again” like you,” she smirked as she said it, thinking her brother’s fad religion was as bad as Mitzy’s purple blazer.
“So now all Christians are supposed to love each other, huh?”
“That is kind of the point,” she said, hiding a smile.
He drove on in silence. Yes. It was true. It was kind of the point. But that
didn’t mean he had to like it. Well, it sort of did.
“Let’s get an offer on the Victorian this afternoon,” he said after some moments of silence.
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