“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.
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.
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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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