NOVEL – 284 PAGES
ISBN – 9781603100380
RELEASE DATE – DEC 1, 2016
PURCHASE - $4.25
Category: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Suspense, Thriller
Warning: This story does contain subject matter that may offend readers: Menage a Trois.
Shannon Moreau is called back to her home town of Belle Trouver, LA when her cousin goes missing along with the mayor and town treasury. When she left the night of high school graduation she walked out on her boyfriend Aiden LeBeau and his best friend Nick Roche when they offered her forbidden temptation; a threesome.
Aiden, the town golden boy, is now a determined FBI agent who helped bring down the Piemente crime family, still hunting the missing don and the Belladonna Killer, a serial killer the Piementes used to control the bayou drug trade. Suzie’s disappearance is linked to his case, and he persuades Shannon to join forces with him and Nick, the former bad boy now parish sheriff tasked with finding Suzie.
As Shannon succumbs to their exotic brand of pleasure, more than old feelings turn up: at every turn danger stalks the trio as family secrets and shocking revelations come to light. As Shannon races to save Suzie’s life, can love take root in the heat of passion?
Reader Alert! Shannon never expected to be so easily seduced by sultry southern nights and hot southern boys. Warning! When you read Shannon’s adventure you might just find yourself heading towards New Orleans to find men as scorching as Aiden and Nick!
To My Readers:
I’m a northern girl who’s been lucky enough to know some southern gentlemen. What’s not to love about hot nights, slow drawls, and the best food in the U.S.? I wanted to share some of the wonders you can only find in the south set in a mysterious adventure anyone of us could find herself in. Come with me to Louisiana where minds are sharp, talk is slow, and sensuality fills the air.
About the Author: I am a reader first and foremost, and like most readers I can’t keep my love to just one genre. As a writer I can’t do the same. All the adventures of worlds real and imagined call to me, and if there’s a strong woman leading the charge I’m in for the ride! I’ve been writing since I was twelve, back in the days before Naomi Wolf breathed fresh air into feminism, before Joss Whedon brought us women who could kick butts and take names, and I am amazed at how much the world has changed for the better since! One thing has always been my central love of writing: a woman who can fight her own battles, and whose only Achilles’ heel is the man (or men) who can keep up with her.
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Dinner had been great. Evelyn’s Place was a dive bar with good food, and she knew if Suzie had been anywhere near that neighborhood she would have gone there. The owner sitting on a chair facing Chartres and the staff hadn’t seen her. Still she enjoyed her muffalata and red beans & rice, polishing down two cheap beers. She’d tried talking to other patrons but too often it had been read as flirting and by her third time rebuffing advances she’d given up.
Full, she polished off her beer, paid her tab, and stretched back out on the street. She checked both directions and her heart stuttered when she saw a very familiar blond head forty feet away.
“Suzie? Suzie!” She started to run but the blond didn’t react.
Pushing people aside Shannon mumbled apologies, but even as she yelled the name, the blond never turned. Her steps did quicken, but they approached Royal Street and the crowd was thickening, and she couldn’t catch up.
Thinking on her feet Shannon pulled out her cell phone, pressing the button for the camera, but it didn’t work, showing six missed calls. Swearing, she cleared them and started the camera up, running into people. She faltered once, a strange man helping her to her feet. Thanking him, she stumbled on and held the phone high as the blond turned the corner.
The shutter sound rang out and she ran ahead, turning onto Royal, but the blond had disappeared. Stopping to catch her breath she looked at the picture. It was blurry and the blonde was too far in the distance, but the woman was the right height, the hair the right shade and style.
People she’d shoved passed her, making comments, but she ignored them. All the missing calls were from Aiden, so she called him back, ignoring the voicemails.
“Shannon, where are you!?!”
“I think I saw Suzie, but I lost her!”
“Royal Street and Saint Ferdinand.”
“I’ll call it into the local police. Look, come back to the hotel. There’s something I want you to see.”
“What is it?”
“Just hurry back.”
“Fine, I’ll be there in ten. Bye.”
She hung up and looked around. If that had been Suzie then her cousin was okay, and she was still close. Just what the hell was going on?
Back in the lobby of the hotel the clerk that had helped them before flagged her over.
“Miss Moreau! There was a woman here that might have been your cousin!”
Heart pounding Shannon ran over. “Did she leave a name, number, ask for me, anything?”
“Actually, it was the darndest thing. She was looking for Charles Mingham as well. I told her he checked out and she swore, cursing impressively. When I said you were here she panicked and ran.”
“Did she say anything?”
The woman swallowed and leaned in close. “She said ‘run.’”.
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