There are multiple tender offers - of money, power, and romance - all of which combined to create a fast-moving suspense thriller, with twists and turns, corporate politics, intrigue, lawyer maneuverings, litigation and murder.Set in Beverly Hills, this exciting two-part series follows the exploits of a one time B actor, Stanford Wentz, who forms an unlikely partnership with his unprincipled agent, Aaron Rose, to build the Stanford Wentz Cosmetics Company. The entertainment and business worlds collide in a cutthroat industry where beauty is marketed like a commodity. These thrilling stories expose the world behind the image, and after reading, you will never look at a cosmetics product same way again! "Tender Offers" is set up as a fast-moving suspense thriller filled with corporate politics, intrigue legal maneuverings, litigation and murder to show the seamy world behind the images. It has many unexpected twists and turns that will take readers by surprise and keep them asking and expecting more from author Crystal Russell.Book Two: Comet Ride is the exciting conclusion of the Tinder Offers' Two volume series. It has all the characters you love to hate. There is Aaron Rose the chief executive - will he be rewarded for his ruthless tactics? And Stanford Wentz - the pretty face behind the jar - will he continue to be willfully ignorant or will he wake up in time to save his image, his company and stay out of prison? Will the company survive or will it unravel? Will the actual murderer be exposed? This fast-moving book will leave you breathless. . .Excerpt from Chapter 13. . . She careened over the dangerous road with the devil in pursuit, terror in her heart and death at her door. Her familiarity with the road allowed her to outmaneuver the cumbersome Escalade but only by a precious few car lengths. She kept going for what seemed like an eternity, and managed to keep just a few car lengths ahead. She was not willing to accept a date with destiny. There was no rational basis for the attack-just some crazy who got off terrorizing women who were alone at night. Brittany had no time to think of anything except getting away. She knew that she was not far from the turnoff. She stepped the speed up a bit, her hands shaking, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles. She took the turnoff from Mulholland Drive at a death speed, anxious to get to a point where there would be other people around. . .