by Maggie Mae Gallagher
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GENRE: Paranormal Romantic Suspense
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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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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.
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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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