Book Blitz: Trois by Brooklyn Knight

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Troisis the exciting conclusion to Brooklyn Knight’sThe French Connectionseries; A BWWM, Multicultural & Interracial Romance. It is currently on sale now in eBook and paperback format.

 

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ABOUT THE BOOK

He has three days to save her…

Dylan Hamilton has waited two years for this day to arrive; the day when Laila Renaud will become his wife. But the morning after his nuptials, he awakens, drugged and confused, only to discover that she has been snatched from his bed. And according to the man who has taken her, he has a limited amount of time to get her back. The clock is ticking… When Stefan Miller finds three Italian gangsters sitting in his suite the morning after Dylan’s wedding, it’s confirmation that his worst fears have come true. His brother’s antics have finally caught up with him and everyone else, including his love-interest, Sasha, who has been held ransom. Now with the clock counting down, he and Dylan must come up with a plan to save the women from impending doom.

Theoretically, it’s a simple operation: Get Stefan’s brother! Engage Dylan’s mob-boss of a mother! Save the girls!

But the rescue effort doesn’t go as smoothly as planned, especially when the puzzle pieces of Dylan’s traumatic past begin to connect. And especially when Stefan discovers that Sasha has fallen under the curious spell of her green-eyed kidnapper.

 

 

SeriesThe French Connection, Book 3 of 3

Publication DateJanuary 4, 2019

 

PublisherIndependently Published

 

Print Length260 pages

GenresBWWM Romance, Multicultural & Interracial Romance, Contemporary Romance

Add on Goodreadshttps://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43313848-trois

 

 

EXCERPT

 

Dylan

A persistent pounding on the door ripped me out of sleep. I stirred, extra groggy from the fact that Laila had interrupted my slumber to talk about my parents and the announcement of her pregnancy. Her questions about my mother and father had angered me, but I’d hidden it from her, but when she’d told me she was carrying our baby, any negative emotions I’d been harboring fled.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

I reached over to the nightstand and gripped the clock, squinting. “It’s five-thirty,” I said to Laila. I reached over to pull her close, but when I realized the place in which she was laying was empty, my eyes popped open.

Bang! Bang!

“Lai…” I called into the darkness. My eyes shot to the en-suite bathroom, noticing the light bleeding from beneath the closed door.

Maybe she’d gotten up to use it. That was what happened to pregnant women. They peed more and they started throwing up. The sound of water running down the drain confirmed my suspicions.

The banging sounded again and I threw my legs over the edge of the bed, holding my head. That was when I realized the banging wasn’t only coming from the door. An aggressive thud was pounding against my brain, and I wondered what it could be from.

I looked at the empty glass on the night table and my brows drew. I turned to the door. “Who is it?” I shouted.

“Open the door, man!”

I stretched the tightness out of my limbs and made my way over, wondering what in the world would have Stefan so uptight and hammering my door down at such an ungodly hour.

“Lai,” I called again.

Still no answer.

I frowned, peeked through the peephole, and then stood back.

Stefan’s voice emitted from the other side of the barrier, and I couldn’t help but notice the alarmed edge in his tone.
I unlatched the door and ripped it open. Without hesitation, Stefan sprang inside, his eyes as wide as saucers.

“Stef, what the hell –”

“Where’s Laila?” He pushed past me and started searching the room as if he was looking for treasure.

I frowned, trying to understand what he was talking about, all the while, trying to ignore the throbbing in my head. “What do you mean, where’s Laila? She’s in the bathroom.”

Without saying anything, Stefan dashed for the bathroom and ripped at the door.

“What the hell are you doing?” I demanded rushing after him, I pulled him by the arm.

He ripped his arm away from me and glared at me. His eyes seeped with anger.

I grimaced. “What’s going on?” I demanded.

“Laila isn’t here,” he spat out.

My neck jerked forward. “Of course she is, she’s in the bathroom,” I reminded him. “She’s pregnant.”

Stefan rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and covered his face with his hands. “Jesus Christ…” he muttered.

“That’s not quite the response I was expecting,” I admitted trying to quell my frustration.

Stefan spun around and gripped me by the shoulders. “Dylan, Laila isn’t here,” he said again. Forcefully.

My body turned rigid. “What the hell do you mean –”

“Your boy, Anthony Moretti, the guy you told me not to worry about…”

He was talking, but I’d already ripped the bathroom door open, almost taking it off the hinges. I looked into the room, my eyes shifting frantically, searching for my wife who, true to Stefan’s word, was nowhere in sight. The only sign of movement was the water spilling from the gold faucet and disappearing down the drain.

My chest heaved and I stumbled until I had no choice but to lean over the basin. Water from the tap splashed onto me. Everything was spinning like it would in a funhouse, yet there was no doubt in my mind, I was in a house of goddamn horrors.

“Where’s my wife?” I gripped my temple before pulling myself away from the basin and storming through the Presidential Suite. I ransacked the place. I tore through every room, tossing the furniture like it was plastic. I marched out to the pool and scanned the area. With each examination, the fact that she was nowhere to be found pushed me further over the edge of sanity.

I screamed her name into the emptiness.

No answer.

Stefan paced the floors next to me. His hand was clasped over his mouth. His eyes were narrow with rage. “He took Sasha too,” he muttered.

I spun around to look at him. “Who took Sasha?”

Stefan turned his eyes on me. “Fucking Moretti.”

I looked at the carpet, trying to make sense of what he was saying. “How do you know this?”

“Because I woke up in the middle of the night to Moretti and his boys in my goddamn room, and that’s when he told me. Silas…”

“What the hell does he have to do with this? I swear to God, I’ll kill him!” I listened, my entire body shaking as Stefan revealed the things Moretti had told him. Then he handed me the man’s business card, his despicable name embossed and emboldened.

Three days.

Moretti was demanding that we came up with two million euros in three days.

An angry breath escaped my nose. “Fine,” I spat. “He wants it in three days, he’ll have it three hours.”

Stefan nodded, realizing that my transferring the funds into Moretti’s account was the only way to put a stop to what was happening.

I raced around the room, looking for my cell phone. After a few minutes, which felt like a few hours, I found it on the floor underneath shards of a vase I’d destroyed.
I instructed SIRI to call my accountant and waited, operating on threads of patience, for him to pick up.

It went to voicemail.

I cursed.

“What happened?” Stefan asked, dry-washing his hands.
I gripped my bottom lip between my teeth and didn’t respond. Instead, I called the number again, this time taking care to punch each digit in manually.

It rang six times before clicking over to voicemail. In a fit of rage, I pitched the phone across the room and took my sweaty hair into my hands.

“Fuck!” My voice almost made the Swarovski chandelier hanging above us to crash to the floor.

Stefan raked his hands through his afro and pulled out his own cell phone.

“Who are you calling?” I asked, shoving my hands on my hips.

“It sure as hell ain’t my investment banker,” he muttered. “The hell if I have two million goddamn euros sitting in an account.” He pressed the phone against his ear. “I’m calling my brother.”

“If you don’t have it, he sure as hell doesn’t,” I spat. My eyes burned and I rubbed them, trying to erase the sensation.
I needed to slow down.

I needed to calm down and think rationally.

Ma belle fille and Sasha had been abducted. I had no idea how it had happened or when. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized I couldn’t remember much of what had transpired over the course of maybe three or four hours.

Stefan turned away from me and I listened for a second as he threw a slew of curse words into the cell phone receiver.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to practice my solution-focused mantra, the one I used every day at my firm.

“I need to call Moretti,” I mumbled to myself. My cell phone, now shattered on the ground, would be of no use. I rushed to the landline on Laila’s side of the bed and tried to ignore my heart, crushing inside of my chest. I held the business card Stefan and given me and tried to steady my shaking hands as

I dialed the numbers.

Within seconds, Moretti answered.

I dropped onto the bed and pressed the phone hard against my ear. “Tell me this is a fucking joke!” I shouted into the phone.

“Dylan Hamilton.” The sound of his vocals made me want to spit.

“Where is my goddamn wife?” He’d barely finished his greeting before I was barking the demand. “I swear to God, I’m two seconds away from alerting INTERPOL. They’ll have you apprehended and your ass will be in jail quicker than you can fucking blink!”

“A few things,” Moretti responded casually. “INTERPOL is not a threat to me. Yes, I have been barred from various jurisdictions, but that does not inhibit my movements. Surely, you are aware of this. Secondly, if I were you, I would think long and hard about alerting anybody about anything. Your precious wife and her friend would be dead before the authorities ever caught up with me and my men. And thirdly…” he sighed. “You should practice being less emotional. You are a savvy business tycoon who cuts million-dollar deals by the hour. You, of all people should know that emotion has no place when it comes to business. Let us talk like the adults that we are.”

I gritted my teeth and tried to settle myself as best I could. In some ways he was right. My only concern was getting my wife and Sasha back. If that meant playing Moretti’s sick game, I should at least hear the rules.

 
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ABOUT BROOKLYN KNIGHT

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Brooklyn Knightis a romance enthusiast who lives in the island of Bermuda and has been writing stories since she was a little girl. Over the years, her gift for designing and bringing characters to life has evolved, and she enjoys creating vivid, memorable characters and unforgettable situations. Her characters are thought-provoking and evocative; and they will draw emotion out of you like water from a well.

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Write Now Literary; Shattered Vows Book Tour

Write Now Literary is pleased to announce Shattered Vows, Love, Lies and Consequences with author Natasha d. Frazier Virtual Book Tour.  February 1-28, 2017.

Genre: Christian Fiction

ISBN-10: 0988452197

ISBN-13: 978-0988452190

ASIN: B01MZ5IQMR

Book Release Date: January 31, 2017

 

About The Author

 

headshotSince graduating from Jackson State University with a Bachelors of Business Administration degree in Accounting, Natasha earned a Masters of Science degree in Accounting from Texas A&M University. Aside from being an author, Natasha is also a Certified Public Accountant (CPA). Natasha has authored three devotional books. Her first book is The Life Your Spirit Craves (released November 2012), a 30-Day devotional and journal that encourages readers to seek, accept and pursue their God-given assignment. The Life Your Spirit Craves won the Readers’ Choice Award at the Christian Literary Awards November 2013. Her second book, Not Without You: 365 Days in the Lord’s Presence (released March 2014) encourages readers to make devotion a part of their everyday life by seeking God every day. Not Without You has been nominated for the Henri Award. The Henri Award recognizes excellence in Christian literature. The Life Your Spirit Craves for Mommie s is a 52 week devotional for mothers that encourages them to see God at work in their lives through their role as a mother. Natasha has also began a fiction series that focuses on real and relevant issues in today’s society, such as sex, adultery, blended families and more! Her debut series contains three titles – Love, Lies & Consequences, Through Thick & Thin, and Shattered Vows (January 2017 release).

With a love for God’s people, especially women and children, Natasha channels her passion through writing and participating in SASSy, an organization whose focus is to inspire and encourage women to take second steps and become the person God has called them to be. Each month, women participating in SASSy select a different cause and give our time and resources by volunteering in the community. We have volunteered at women’s shelters, Kids’ Meals, Inc. and have performed random acts of kindness throughout the Houston, TX area.

Natasha resides in Missouri City, TX with her husband, Eddie Frazier, Jr. and their three children, Eden, Ethan, and Emilyn. Her greatest joy and commitment is to her family who she hopes to inspire above all else. One of her many mottos in life is: Faith removes limitations.

 

About The Book

shattered-book-coverRico gambled with his marriage when he cheated on Chloe. Breaking his vows and risking everything for temporary pleasure, he lost his wife’s respect and trust.

Rico returns to God, searching for a quick fix to win Chloe’s heart back, but his heart is the one that is changed. He is a self-proclaimed changed man, willing to go the extra mile to restore his marriage, but he just may be too late.

Has Chloe given up on him? She has forgiven him before, but this is different. “I’m sorry” isn’t enough when vows have been shattered. With the law and the Word of the Lord on her side, she finally gathers enough courage to walk away.

But then tragedy strikes. Is it enough to make Chloe stay, or will she start a new chapter in her life?

 

Rico let out a low whistle as Chloe descended the stairs with her matching camel-colored clutch under her arm. She was beautiful and he made sure she knew it.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world to have you on my arm tonight. You look beautiful, sweetie,” Rico complimented as he took her hand when she descended to the last three steps. When she made it to the bottom, he lifted her hand and brushed her wedding band with his fingers before planting a kiss on her hand.

“Thank you.” Chloe blushed a little and returned the compliment. “You look nice, too.” She noticed that he was wearing her favorite cologne as well, but didn’t make mention of it. Rico placed her hand around his arm and escorted her to the car. Their drive to the Improv was filled with chatter from Rico about what they did on previous anniversaries. She didn’t add much to the conversation, only nodded and smiled mostly. She had to admit that those times were nice, but this one was much different. In her mind was the insurmountable obstacle in front of them.

Rico had purchased their tickets online so they walked straight past the ticket booth to the entrance, where they were greeted by a hostess and shown to their VIP table near the stage. Noting the dim lighting, soft R&B music and the newly renovated facility, Chloe remembered their first date at the Improv, where they saw the comedian Arnez J in standup. They laughed until their stomachs and throats were in pain. She was hoping she would get another whiff of that tonight, although she didn’t know who the comedian was going to be. She just knew that she could use a laugh right about now. And not just any laugh, but a magic laugh that would take away all of the pain that she was feeling and trying so hard to push aside. The type of laughter that would somehow wipe the slate clean for the two of them. She was sure there was no such thing, but she was ready for the magic she hoped the night would bring for her.

She ordered a Caesar salad and he ordered buffalo wings to enjoy before the show started. On cue, the show began when the waitress came to take away their empty plates. They were tickled a little by the warm-up acts but nothing like what she was waiting for. However, she was feeling more relaxed and her body didn’t stiffen as it did earlier when Rico pulled her chair closer to his and put his arm around her.

There were still a few residual laughs from the crowd as the host appeared onstage to announce the headliner for the night—Will the Thrill. Chloe didn’t recognize the comedian’s stage name, so she knew she hadn’t heard any of his jokes before. New material. Great.

Will the Thrill jumped straight into his routine after the round of applause subsided. His first joke was about dating and how he wasn’t ready to commit to his girlfriend by getting married.

“C’mon now men. Y’all know how much extra work it is to hide the side woman when you get married. Gotta put all these codes in your phone, use aliases and lie, lie, lie. Even when you get caught, stick to the lie. Ain’t that right my man?” he joked as he gestured toward Rico.

Her anticipation waned at those jokes. In fact, they weren’t funny at all. Bad choice in her mind. What began to tick her off was that Rico was doubled over in laughter . . . clearly, something he shouldn’t have been laughing at given the situation they were in.

“What in the hell is so funny, Rico?” she sneered, leaning to the side to look up at him wiping tears from his eyes.

“What?” Rico asked, clearly confused.

“So cheating is funny?”

“Sweetie, these are just jokes. C’mon now.”

“I’m glad you think ruining our marriage and our lives is funny. I’m getting out of here!” Chloe scooted away from the table, snatched her purse and walked away with Rico following close behind.

“Looks like someone got caught doing what I just said not to do!” the comedian joked to their retreating backs as they exited the room, causing an uproar in the crowd.

Rico grabbed her hand and she spun around. She yanked her hand back and folded her arms across her chest. The look she gave would have killed him if looks could kill. Infidelity was a sore spot with her and definitely not a laughing matter. Rico couldn’t understand why she took it so seriously. Everyone in the room, except her, knew that those were only jokes. There was no reason to get upset over nothing. But to Chloe it wasn’t nothing; it was the reason her life was turned upside down.

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Write Now Literary: Unequally Yokes Book Tour


Write Now Literary is pleased to announce Denise Cook-Godfrey, Unequally Yokes: The Pleasures of Sin Lasts for a Season Virtual Book Tour, January 23-27, 2017.

Book release:  November 2016

Book Title: Unequally Yoked-The Pleasures of Sin lasts for a Season

ASIN: B01MXLQH0I

ISBN-10: 1482649454

ISBN-13: 978-1482649451

Genre: Christian-Fiction-Romance

About The Author

author_photoAfter ministering at the local city jail for about eight years, Minister Denise accepted her public call to ministry in late 2006 and is a licensed Minister of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  She has ministered at Women Conferences and other events locally and can be heard each second Sunday of the month on WFEB Radio 1340 AM at 6:30 a.m.

The ministry also involves teaching the Body of Christ to utilize the arts such as praise and worship dance, interpretive movement and expressive signing, drama, and poetry through public and private workshops.  Minister Godfrey has trained under a professional dance instructor at the Dance and Performing Arts Studio in Sylacauga Alabama and has also obtained certification as a Liturgical Dance Instructor through Visual Praise Dance Ministries.

Minister Godfrey has also written and published three books, entitled “Worshipping God/Serving God-the Mary-Martha Syndrome, “So you say you can praise dance-now what?, “The Day I Danced Under an Open Heaven” and her newest release: “Unequally Yoked-The Pleasures of Sin lasts for a Season.”  As a Play-Write, she has written four gospel stage plays, entitled “Daddy’s Little Girls Embracing the Father”, “Saving Generation Next”, “A Change is Gonna Come”, and “Somethin for Mama”, and also several inspirational poems.

Minister Godfrey is currently the director of the dance and drama ministry at the New Beginning Ministries where she serves as one of the Associate Ministers under the covering of Pastor Erastus Godfrey and Assistant Pastor DeForest Godfrey.  She is the wife of Assistant Pastor DeForest Godfrey, the mother of two children and is a loving grandmother.  Minister Godfrey enjoys writing, aerobic exercising, dancing, and just spending time with her family.

 

About The Book

unequally_yoked_book_cover“Sex too Soon!” A subject not covered enough over most pulpits. When we open ourselves up to sexual sin at a young age, do we also open a Pandora’s Box filled with pain and emotional baggage that could affect our adult life? What affect does illegitimate sex have on the mind and body?

This Novella is a compelling story of influence, choices, consequences, and the offer of redemption that some receive and others reject. The book also provides a separate Bible study guide that can be used for individual or group studies.

Quote provided by best-selling Author Michelle Stimpson

 

Prologue

It was the middle of June and seemingly the perfect weather and season for a wedding. Hot, yet, somewhat breezy with the smell of fresh flowers and fresh mowed lawns. Everyone was filled with excitement as people from all walks of life flooded the small country church in great anticipation for what was soon to take place. It was Christine’s wedding day. After waiting so long and after much debate, she was finally marrying one of the most eligible Christian bachelors that a woman could marry. Well liked in the small community the couple lived in, Aldridge, was a genuine man of God.

 

He came from a long line of preacher men, as Christine’s grandmother called them.

 

“Hold that preacher. Grab him and don’t let go of him.” Christine could hear those words that Grandma Ruth used to recite.

Also, some of the older mothers of her home church would practically idolize the preacher. These women had some sort of notion that if you went out of your way to accommodate a preacher, then you had special favor with God. Now Christine was about to marry one, so you can imagine how all the older women felt.

“Marry that preacher man, and you set yourself up for life. Don’t ever let him go.” Ah, yeah! If Grandma Ruth were alive today, she’d cut her a step across the church for sure today.

Christine, with her marred past, had managed to get her life together, or so it seemed. Christine still endured emotional struggles. For one, the residue dangling from her past before meeting Aldridge. Her appetite for acceptance and identity flawed her ability to choose wisely in the arena of finances and men. She held onto low self-esteem, even though she was one of the most beautiful young women in the church. She had a difficult time accepting gifts and encouragement. She didn’t have a connection with her family, and most of all, didn’t seem to find real satisfaction in her ministry work for the church. The more she worked, the more down and out she’d become.

Christine suffered from depression. At times she’d cover up her pain by involving herself in relationships with men who were not right for her; even after meeting Aldridge. After all, by her not having that special bond with her father growing up, she didn’t know how to distinguish love from sex and had a serious identity problem. In her past, Christine seemed to connect with the bad boys and not the nerdy guys who attended church. The ones who were not so nerdy were already taken, or flirted so badly with the women until it became a complete turn off for Christine. Christine remembered having an affair with a married man during her early twenties before she’d gotten saved, and it ended up in total disaster. She vowed never to involve herself with married men again.

And then she met Aldridge. He was not the type of man that she normally fell for, but for some reason, she did. The two seemed to hit it off soon after Christine had broken up with one of her flings. She was getting more acquainted with God at this time of her life and becoming more serious about her faith. Aldridge, of course, was a big help to her in this area. He had his own hidden baggage and had no idea how to communicate his struggles to Christine. He busied himself with playing the Knight in Shining Armor for Christine.

As time went on, Christine developed a passion for the things of God. She was fine spiritually, but emotionally she was troubled. This goes to show that there are many in the church world today who mask their pain. And even though they have truly given their life to Christ, without healing and deliverance in certain areas, they still live poor quality Christian lives. This is dangerous, because the devil knows how to push certain buttons and attempts to destroy our fellowship with our Heavenly Father.

In the meanwhile, think and ponder on this question: When one engages in sexual sin at a very early age, can the results that follow open a Pandora’s Box of emotional trauma and baggage that can have an erratic effect on our lives even after becoming a Christian? Let us get to reading.

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Back from Broken Virtual Book Tour

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Write Now Literary is pleased to announce Back From Broken by Rosheka Henry Virtual book Tour January 9-20, 2017.

Book Release Date: June 2016

Genre: Religious/Self Help

About the Author

picROSHEKA SHONTA HENRY is a native of Georgia, and was raised in Alabama. She grew up to love the medical field, and spent the majority of her career working at surrounding community hospitals as a phlebotomist and patient register. She is a proud and devoted member of Word of Truth Ministries, where her father, Pastor John L. Cook is the Sr. Pastor. She is also a certified dance instructor, where she leads the dance ministry at her church. She also teaches praise dancing in the surrounding churches. Rosheka’s praise dance ministry has been featured on local television stations numerous times. She has received awards as well as trophies for her profound work in her dance ministry. She is very devoted to Kingdom work. God is her driving force. She is the author       of        “BACK            FROM BROKEN…A   DANCERS       JOURNEY            BACK  TO WHOLENESS”, which is the autobiography of her life. She has written a gospel song called “Hallelujah” song by an up and coming artist, that can be downloaded on all major online music apps, such as iTunes and Google Play. She is also a single mother of three gifted children.

Her passion in life is to empower women, as well as men, and children. Her love for mankind has driven her to pursue a path that will inspire others to be all that they can be in life and in Christ. She is an inspirational speaker as well as an advocate for women who are broken. She works closely with her church and local food bank feeding the hungry.

Rosheka has also had the opportunity to model for The Wonderful World of Fashion Show. She has been known to grace the camera with her smile for multiple companies in her area. She has a bright future in ministry and is looking to open a Non-profit Organization THE BACK FROM BROKEN CENTER for broken women looking for inner help.

 

About The Book

 

backfrombrokenbookcoverfrontBACK FROM BROKEN is the story of one woman’s journey back to wholeness. It is one woman’s pursuit to getting rid of what was holding her back from being who God has called her to be. This story will give you the heartbreak and bitterness that one holds onto but decides to let go of so that Wholeness can begin.  This book will enlightened you, teach you what you need to know and empower you, and equip you with the tools that you need in order to walk in your wholeness, the last thing that I hope that this book can do for you is to impact you.

 

 

Link to excerpt: file:///C:/Users/Paulette/Downloads/ExcerptBackFromBroken.pdf

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Hunted Blog Tour; Book Feature & Excerpt

hunted-blog-tour-banner-copyAuthor Dominique L. Watson has released her eighteenth novel, Hunted. It’s the second story in the Scarlett Fry Series. Read a snippet of the book below. Be sure to scroll all the way down to find out how you can win a FREE, SIGNED copy of Murder for Justice. The first novel in the series.

 

hunted-ebook-1Carr and Fry arrived back in the squad room within the hour. Traffic was hectic in San Diego at lunchtime. Grimes, Tyler, and Captain Walter were waiting in the Captain’s office. Tyler and Grimes stood off to the side while Fry and Carr took a seat.

“What is going on? This family is vacationing in the same place I was? I was there less than a week ago.”

“Seems that way. Credit card records show that they are staying at the Cabana Resort.”

“That’s exactly where Cory and I stayed.”

“Fry was telling me when she got back about a possible murder in the hotel where she and Cory were staying. Two people were possibly poisoned. Man and woman,” Carr said.

“Is this true, Fry?”

“Yeah, it is. But seriously, how in the world could this be the same couple?” she said.

“When are they due back?” Captain Walter asked.

Tyler spoke up. “I’m not really sure. Says they got the hotel room booked for six nights but they are up in age. People like them like to travel a lot at one time. They could have gone to Spain and then headed to Italy or France.”

“Neighbor said they are due back on Tuesday,” Carr spoke up.

“Let’s look into this,” Captain Walter began.

Carr cut the Captain off. “Fry, you said you talked with the detective who was running the case before you and Cory left, right?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Well, maybe you can call him up and speak with him again. Maybe he can give you some information.”

“In the meantime, I’m going to look up recent crimes in that area and in that hotel. See if anything pops back,” Grimes said. He spoke Spanish as fluently as Scarlett.

“Good thinking,” Captain Walter said. Before his team could get out of the door completely, he said, “Carr, Fry—anything from Lindsay?”

“She should be working on Mr. Ramirez any minute now, and she will have something for us shortly.”

“Good. I’m headed out. Meeting with the Chief. Start getting a timeline on the whiteboard on this case. Keep me posted.”

“Will do.”

“Sure thing, Cap.”

Fry and Carr walked out of earshot of the Captain before they started talking.

“Come take a coffee break with me,” she said.

Carr quickly followed and they met at a water fountain in the hallway, away from listening ears.

“Do you really think these two cases are connected?”

“I don’t know, Fry. You didn’t get that much information on the couple in the room. You did see their faces. After looking at Roberto’s parents’ DMV pictures, does it look like them?”

Scarlett shook her head. Confused and overwhelmed, she said, “I…I don’t know. I wasn’t really looking at their faces. I was trying to see if they were alive or not. You know?”

“Yeah. I do. All right, let’s just look into these leads. Let’s not jump into anything before we know what’s really going on.”

“You’re right.” Scarlett followed her partner into the squad room and went to her desk. She began to research the city she and her husband had stayed in. The police department had a website—all written in Spanish, of course, but Scarlett was able to get through it. She was looking for the name of the detective she had spoken with—Sanchez. As soon as she found it, Grimes yelled from his desk.

“Hot damn! Fry, Carr, look at this.” Tyler was already standing behind Grimes as they tried to read what was on the screen.

“What is it?” Fry said.

“Read this.” Grimes, being Mexican descendant, spoke and read Spanish fluently. Carr and Tyler did not. They only understood a little.

“Oh my goodness!” Scarlett said after a few minutes of reading.

“What is it? Tell us non-Spanish-speaking people.”

“Amelia and Juan Ramirez were killed last week in their hotel room at the Cabana Resort. Toxicology still out and will take a few weeks, but medical examiner is suggesting poison. That’s the couple. Those are the two people I found in the room, dead.”

“How crazy is this? I can’t believe these cases are connected,” Tyler said. “Are we looking at a serial killer here?”

“I have to get in touch with the detective over there. What time is it in Spain right now?” Scarlett said, rushing back to her desk.

“We are…nine hours behind them. So it’s about nine, almost ten at night there,” Tyler told her.

“Okay, I’ve found his information on the department’s website. I’m going to send him an email and hopefully he will call or email back quickly. We need to know all we can about Roberto’s parents’ killing.”

“Since these cases are connected,” Carr began as he took a seat on the corner of Fry’s desk, “I can guarantee you Lindsay is going to come back with a poisoned verdict on Mr. Ramirez. It’s too close. It’s got to be one killer.”

“But why, Carr? In order for this guy or girl to kill the parents, they had to get a passport or have a passport to travel all the way to Spain. They had to know their itinerary. They had to be close to them. Know their personal life. Comings and goings.”

“True. But anything is possible. We saw that a year ago with Kennedi,” Grimes said back to everyone listening.

Kennedi Murrillo was an SDPD prosecutor who had gotten herself caught up in a case that had cost her her life and career.

Tyler walked over to Carr and Fry. “We gotta get the preliminary from Lindsay, and we gotta speak to this detective.”

“And we need to find the wife and son,” Carr spoke to him.

Grimes and Tyler nodded as Scarlett’s cellphone rang. It was Cory.

She walked away from her squad to get a little privacy. “Hey, baby. I’m right in the middle of a case. Can this wait?”

“No,” he answered. “It’s your mom.”

Panic went through Scarlett’s body. Please God no, she thought. She’d already lost her brother and father. Please don’t let this be the call I’ve been dreading. Please God, not this time.

“Scarlett! Scarlett!” Cory yelled.

Scarlett had tuned out everything her husband was saying in fear of him calling to tell her that her mother was dead. She couldn’t handle it. She’d die right then and there. Life as she knew it would be over.

“I’m…I’m here. What happened? Where is she?”

“She’s at Sharp by our house. I got a call from a Dr. Flynn. She claims that your mother fell when she was out bowling with her friends. Slipped, I guess, or tripped. She’s unconscious right now, but I don’t know anything else. I just got the call. I’m headed that way.”

“Why didn’t the doctor call me?”

“Never mind that, Scarlett! Get your ass to the hospital!” Cory hung up before Scarlett could say more.

 

About the Book: Someone’s out for blood…

Detective Scarlett Fry is back in the highly anticipated follow up to Murder for Justice. Scarlett Fry has finally taken a vacation with her husband but somehow murder seems to follow her.

Away in southern Spain at the Cabana Resort, a couple is found dead. The locals can’t seem to figure out what has happened but it definitely looks like foul play. With no jurisdiction, Scarlett quickly gets back to her reason for the trip and forgets about the case…so she thinks.

Back in San Diego, Fry and Carr are handed a case.  A missing person?

A father is found dead in his car. His wife and son are missing. There’s no foul play but something just doesn’t seem right.  Eventually Scarlett’s time in Spain catches back up with her and she quickly learns that she’s hunting a man out for blood.

When revenge is best served cold, Scarlett and her team will do anything to bring this mother and son home safely.

Follow Detective Scarlett Fry in ‘Hunted’ as she travels across state lines to catch a heartless killer. A story with twists and turns you never saw coming.

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