Twenty-three year-old investigative journalist, Andy Miller is armed with her many disguises and creativity to take down the riff-raff of Saint Louis. When her stepbrother is murdered by the mob, Andy soon discovers she’s out of her depth.
Enter Hugh Donaldson who has reasons of his own for discovering the murderer. He’ll use everything in his power to achieve that, including lying to Andy about his past. Dangerous as he is attractive, his martial arts skills and his quirky ways raise Andy’s suspicions.
Although Andy balks at his lies, Hugh’s charms, twenty-inch biceps, and electrifying blue eyes are difficult to resist. Striking out on their own, Hugh and Andy try to outwit each other as they traverse North America tracking down people connected to the case.
As clues disappear and the body count climbs, Andy and Hugh must trust each other and use their combined skills to bring the murderer to justice.
Targeted Age Group:: 16-60
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
My sister carried around a purse in high school that had everything anyone needed it in–floss, bandaids, toothbrush, tissues, hand sanitizer, sunglasses, etc. etc. If anyone asked for something, she'd whip it out from her bag and share. I took that part of my sister and ramped it up in Andy Miller who has this amazing bag full of everything she needs to solve crime and disguise herself.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Andy Miller is based off my sister. In face, the second book is dedicated to her. Like Andy Miller, my sister is tough, and prepared for anything thrown her way.
Hugh: I love Cary Grant’s character in Charade with Audrey Hepburn. He was a good guy but you weren’t totally sure he was even right to the end. I watched Charade when I was in fourth grade and was so freaked out I asked my sister if I could borrow a book to read and she lent me a copy of a Nancy Drew-Hardy Boys Super Mystery–my first brush with those mysteries.
In my mind Hugh the younger (and hotter) brother of this South African guy that I met in France, who was like six four, and he was married to this little tiny girl about five feet from the Reunion Islands. For a long time, because he sounded almost Dutch, I couldn’t figure out his accent. I finally asked him where he was from. He spoke English perfectly, although it was obvious he learned British English.
My grandfather lived in South Africa for nearly three years and so did my cousin for two.
He didn’t want to have to do this, but it might be the only way she’d listen to him. He seized her gun hand, twisted it around, wresting away the gun, dropping it to the mat. He kicked it away and pinned her in a joint lock against the door with his body.
She kicked, she elbow-jabbed, but he was relentless. Sheer muscle and weight gave him the advantage, all combined against her.
“I’m not saying you can’t do it, but I’m saying leave it to the professionals or join with us. Don’t try to do this alone.
Brad would want you to be safe.”
He had to invoke his name. He had to evoke whatever emotional sway Brad had over her. Her gaze scorched him with burning intensity, her chest heaving into his with such passion.
Conner was a fool to have let such a creature go.
“Let go of me.” She scrambled around powerless
against his strength.
“Are you still resisting?” He bent his head to whisper in her ear, his face lost its kindness. “If you work alone, then I will use you as bait. You will go bumbling around in the dark and I will capitalize on your bumbling and stumbling. I will get what I want.
With or without you.”
Andy finally relaxed her body. He hated taking the spirit out of her. But it was the only way to keep her from getting killed.
“Okay, I concede,” she said.
He smiled inwardly, the rush of victory, conquering a well-matched foe.
“I knew I could persuade you.”
Her smile warmed him, he released his body from hers. In a flash, her leg flew up and hit him square in the nads. She opened the door behind her, and slipped out by saying, “Brad asked me to do this. So I will do this.”
Through the purple haze of pain, he called out, “Where will you go Andy Baker?” The front door opened. “They’re hunting you,” he called.
The door slammed shut again.
He smiled despite the throbbing.
He liked her.
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