Another charming modern romance featuring the usual Krentz ingredients: a Big Biz hero, an artsy heroine and a pile of New Age cosmobabble. Alexa Chambers, a world-class Art Deco consultant, lives in the picturesque desert town of Avalon, Ariz. (a Sedona look-alike), and runs a kitschy museum-replica store called Elegant Relic. Alexa has been relegated to hawking gargoyles after her reputation was devastated by an art-fake scandal two years earlier. Now, she’s pinning hopes for her “triumphant return” to the art world on the secret consulting work she’s done for the new Avalon Resort & Spa, an Art Deco fantasy hotel for which she has assembled a museum-caliber collection. The owner of the new resort, John Laird Trask, is returning to Avalon both to open his hotel and to investigate the death of his father, whose car went over Avalon Point 12 years before. In typical Krentzian fashion, Trask (called simply —Trask—) is a self-made tycoon who has single-handedly built an empire and brought up a younger brother but is a bust in the male-female relationship department. He remembers Alexa because she’s cute and the stepdaughter of the man Trask believes killed his dad. Luckily for Trask, the same lunatic responsible for his father’s death is still in Avalon, where he has appointed himself guardian of the Dimensions Institute, a New Age haven that until Trask’s arrival was Avalon’s chief employer and visitor attraction. In his zeal to keep all the energy “vortices” balanced and positive, the Guardian embarks on a new series of murders and begins to threaten Alexa. As they follow clues to the crazy killer’s identity, Alexa and Trask experience two nights of mad passion that turn their individual unbalanced vortices into a perfectly wired whole. The mystery’s dorky, but Krentz again assembles an easy-to-like community of people.