Sheagan
O’Hare
got more than she bargained for when her newly inherited detective
agency lands its first case; a missing person, embezzlement, and
murder. Sheagan’s
out to prove she can hang with the pro's, despite the constant
reminder of her amateur status from an annoyingly attractive FBI
agent, Colin 'Mac' MacEvine, who’s
forced himself into her life.
How
does she feel when an old high school friend hopes to ignite a new
romance?
Will
she be able to discover if detective work and love can mingle before
someone gets hurt?
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Excerpt
Sheagan
blinked back the sting in her eyes as sweat drizzled from her
forehead. Her shoulders and forearms cried out as determination
inched her body forward through the tin walls that framed her slender
figure. The narrow shaft rendered her legs useless as they dragged
behind her like dead weight. She made a vow to start working out as
she approached her destination, the metal grate that looked down into
the sweetheart suite of the Eliot Hotel.
She
shimmied her binoculars out of her bag and clutched them in her
sweaty palms as she readied herself to delve into the world of
private investigating. The friction of her movements caused her
mahogany mane to cling to all the surfaces of her temporary
confinement. Perched behind the filigree frame, peering like a caged
animal, she was a mere 20 feet from her target. Her target? The Rat
Bastard, who up until this very moment she’d
called boyfriend.
She
wasn’t there to kill him, even though the
thought had crossed her mind; no, she was there to catch him in the
act. She suspected he had been cheating on her for some time, so
proof would end her suspicion or the relationship. Spying on her
significant other through an air-vent of a swanky hotel room was
hardly a promising start to her so-called glamorous career as a
private detective. But it snapped her back into the reality that her
new chosen profession would often be messy and difficult.
She
peered through the grate and envied the spacious room below, but her
viewing angle was no good for the task at hand. She could feel the
heat in her cheeks rise along with her anger as she scanned the room
and soaked in the extravagance–the hardwood tables, the Italian
marble fireplace, the opulent sheen of the fabric on the overstuffed
furniture that glimmered in the soft candlelight. The Rat Bastard was
not known to overindulge on frivolous expenses, unless it was on her
dime. Thoughts of killing him resurfaced.
What
is wrong with me? Why did I wait so long?
She
immediately regretted the fleeting question. She knew why. The answer
brought back the pain and significance of her father’s
sudden death. He had been the only family she had left, and he was
gone. All that was left behind was his detective agency. She had
thought about giving it up, but she couldn’t;
it was her only connection to him, to her family.
She
closed her eyes briefly, realizing that now she was facing more
loss–even if he was a lying, cheating Rat Bastard.
No!
It’s better this way, stay
focused.
She
choked in a breath and turned her attention back to the room. His
secret love nest was finished with soothing tones on the walls and
thick, plush carpeting.
What
is that on the end table?
Her
gaze was drawn to the bottle label as it bobbed upside down in the
melting ice. She sharpened the focus of her binoculars, and her eyes
widened in recognition.
Her
cheeks flushed. Cristal, she scoffed. Who is this Bimbo,
anyway?
As
if she had room to criticize this girl’s
intelligence, when Sheagan was the one sweating her makeup off in a
four-by-four-foot air-duct.
Yeah,
who’s the stupid one?
She
heard passionate sounds coming from the right of the room and
recognized his tone. Leaning sideways, Sheagan pressed her face to
the grate, but her limited view revealed only a portion of the bed
and unable to make out major details, like faces.
Crap,
I can’t see anything. Damn!
She needed to get a better look
As
she shifted her weight, the metal walls started to reverberate and
Sheagan stifled a gasp, willing the rumbling to cease. Her breathing
became labored as the musty air stole the aroma of the sweet perfume
wafting up waft from the suite below. She stilled her movements and
did the only thing she could think of... nothing. Nothing but stare
at the heap of blankets and wait.
Come
on, bimbo, come up for air. I know he doesn’t
last that long.
Her
discomfort increased as the noise from their passion became more
intense.
Ugh, that’s it,
Ugh, that’s it,
I’ve had it!
She mashed her cheek and upper body against the grate.
I just need a peek to confirm.
She pressed harder, ogling the bed. Finally, she caught a tiny glimpse.
Just a little further.
She pushed and heard a chirring sound, then a scraping. She froze in place, but the grate gave way with a creaking groan and crashed to the ground. Time stood still as Sheagan realized there was nothing between her and the floor except air.
About
the Author
Andi Ramos is a debut author from central Massachusetts where she lives with her family, goat, and Boston Terriers. Her love for reading grew into a passion for writing. She dabbled with pen and paper for a long time and eventually stopped pushing her amusements aside and started developing those stories into novels. One of her favorite things to do is to hop into her motorhome with her family and write while traveling down the road as they journey to various destinations.
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1 comment:
Hi, Andi!
Welcome to my blog, and congratulations on your first book -- hopefully the first of many!
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