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GENRE: Paranormal Romantic
Suspense
BLURB:
All he wants is to
find a killer...
FBI Special Agent
Josh Blake has seen some bizarre cases in his day. His latest case is one for
the record books. He has multiple homicides, corpses drained of every ounce of
blood, and no suspects. When rumors surface that the French Quarter may be
hiding an insidious monster bent on drenching the streets in dead bodies, he
must suspend logic and place his trust in the mystical.
She wants a fresh
start...
Isabelle Toussánt
left her family home in the bayou five year ago, cutting all ties with her
abusive whiskey swilling stepfather, to forge a new life in the French Quarter.
Now a successful business owner of Madam Toussánt’s Mystical Gifts in Jackson
Square, and a Seer with voodoo roots. The foundation of her new life shatters
when one of her employee’s winds up dead and she is dragged into a deadly game
where she becomes the target of a serial killer.
A passion neither
expected...
Determined to stop
the brutal slayings, Josh must rely on the beautiful Isabelle who makes him
question everything he has ever known about life and death all while
surrendering to a desire hotter than a Bayou night. When Isabelle disappears
without a trace, with tourists flocking to the party capital for Halloween, and
the body count continues to mount, Josh will be forced to push beyond the
boundaries of what he thinks is possible and rescue the woman he loves before
it's too late.
Excerpt:
“Okay, Josh. What would you like to know?”
“I need to inform you first of your right to have an
attorney present.” There was the uptight termagant for rules, law and order.
“Why would I need an attorney? You don’t think I’m a
suspect, do you?” A stifled laugh caught and died in her throat. She, Isabelle
Toussánt, a suspect in a murder case? Not in this lifetime. Although, by his
tone she instinctively knew he wasn’t kidding, not one bit. Isabelle was rarely
ever shocked. Her gift of foresight kind of gave her the 411 on what was
coming, most of the time. This was a curve she hadn’t expected. What was next,
the revival of the Spanish Inquisition?
He chewed over her response a moment, paying attention to
her every subtle move, before answering. “That remains to be seen. If you could
run me through the events this morning, please.”
Like she’d already done at least a half-dozen times for the
New Orleans police, but what was one more time hashing through the gory details
of a morning she’d rather be forgetting?
“I woke up early, just before dawn,” she explained, unease
settling in her belly. He couldn’t really believe she was capable of something
like that, could he? Her persona didn’t scream psycho killer in her book. Maybe
she was a bit eclectic in her tastes, but she didn’t even kill spiders,
preferring to relocate them outside.
“Is that a habit of yours?” he asked, looking up from his
note-taking.
“I’m a pretty early riser, but lately I’ve been waking
earlier than usual.” She couldn’t believe she’d just admitted that. She might
as well have painted a sign on her forehead that read, Potential killer. Ask me
how. She shook her head at the absurdity of it all.
“Any particular reason?” His pen hovered above the notepad.
How did she answer this one without sounding guilty? Because
if she indicated that she’d been having bad dreams that were giving her bits of
early morning insomnia, he’d want to know what they were about. She didn’t want
to explain this point, not when the dreams were rooted in her past. Then she’d
have to explain the beatings and abuse. The last emotion she wanted to see on
his face was pity. She’d gotten out. She’d survived the trauma. And even if
there were parts of her that still resonated with her past, there was nothing
she could gain from telling him the truth. She’d beg forgiveness from the
goddess later for her dishonesty. No good would come out of explaining this to
him, there was no point. She knew she had nothing to do with Kiri’s murder.
“No,” she lied, controlling her features, understanding that
he could toss her in jail for obstruction on a federal case. And then they
would discover the truth, the one she’d kept buried for years regarding her
identity. If it got out… A terrified tremor ran along her spine. Then he would
know and he would find her. She’d rather die.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Born in St.
Louis, Missouri, Maggie grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading
anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only
she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the
romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Maggie never
did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St.
Louis with an M.A. in History.
Maggie is a
bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She
also writes erotic romance under the name Anya Summers. A total geek at her
core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or
spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two
furry felines.
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