Sneak Peek - Missing, No Trace Left
Hi there avid Romance Suspense reader,
Take a little sneaky peeky at my upcoming book, Missing, No Trace Left - Complete Series.
๐ฏ๐๐๐'๐จ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ฉ:
๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฎ๐
Kennedy felt the world swirl around her as she breathed in his smell and tasted his lips for the first time. His arms were strong and warm around her, and she wanted the moment to last forever.
Finally, he pulled back. โYouโre my girl, Kennedy. Always have been, always will be. Keep that in mind when youโre in New Jersey. Know that I will always be waiting for you.โ
As always, at that moment, Kennedy awoke, and groaned aloud. How many times would she have that stupid dream? That moment had been more than fifteen years before, and in the passing years, sheโd certainly been kissed by other guys. Why did that memory of him keep haunting her dreams?
Turning over, Kennedy glanced at the clock and rolled her eyes. Two hours until the alarm would go off. Just enough time that she would probably have that blasted dream againโฆ
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๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐ง๐
Kennedy carefully balanced the tray with the three lattes on her hand and wrist as she reached for the door handle. Just then, Julia opened the door and rolled her eyes. โJesus, Kenny, how many times do we have to tell you that if you text or call from the car, we will open the door for you?โ She reached out her hands and took the cardboard carrier. โGive me that.โ
โThanks, Jules.โ Without the piping hot cups balanced precariously on her hand, Kennedy could slide her messenger bag up onto her shoulder. โI know, I know. I keep trying to remember it.โ
From one of the two corner offices at the back of the lobby area, Kennedy could hear a familiar voice. โTell me you didnโt forget my biscotti.โ
โTatyana, it is Tuesday. On Tuesday, they have double-chocolate almond biscotti with a dark chocolate glaze. I swear to God, if I didnโt get you one each Tuesday, Yuri would slit my throat. The best moment in his week is when you stop by on Wednesday for our coffees, and you tell him how good it was.โ The members of the office took turns picking up breakfast each morning, and Yuri, the local coffee barista and pastry chef, had a massive crush on Kennedyโs business partner, Tatyana.
Just then, Tatyana stepped out of her office. Tall and thin, she had the looks of a supermodel, and dressed like a high-cost call girl. Today, she was in a skin-tight red wrap dress that left nothing to the imagination, and thigh-high black leather boots. She grinned. โTrue. So true.โ She then looked Kennedy over from head to toe and shook her head. โPlease tell me you look like you just rolled out of bed because you spent the night with some hottie, not that you are still having that silly dream and you slept poorly again.โ
Kennedy looked down at her jeans and black Chelsea boots, topped by a dark green cowl sweater and her regular messenger bag. โWhatโs wrong with my outfit?โ
โNothing.โ Tatyana took a sip. โAs long as your goal is to never have sex again in your lifetime, you look great. But you are still young and beautiful. Once you stop trying to hide your looks, men will come running.โ
This was an often-repeated conversation. โThanks for the pep talk, Taty.โ She looked over at Julia. โAny messages for me?โ
The hyper-organized assistant looked at the screen in front of her. โNone for you specifically. Three calls about possible new cases, two wives thinking their husbands are cheating, one from a construction company who thinks one of their workers is claiming he got injured so heโs on disability, but they think heโs scamming them. Before they take it to their insurance company, they want us to check it out.โ Neatly labeled folders were spread out on the center table of a small conversational gathering space in the back corner. โWhen we meet, we can decide if we are interested in those or not, and I will reach back out to them.โ
โSounds good.โ Kennedy went to her desk and opened her laptop, watching it power up. โGive me a minute to check email, then Iโm ready to meet.โ
The local news station played almost all day on the television up on the wall across from Juliaโs desk. Over the years, several interesting cases had come their way through following stories theyโd seen there. Just then, Kennedy caught the headline scrolling across the bottom of the screen. โLocal Teen from Queens โ MISSING.โ
Kennedy leaned against her desk. โHey, Jules, turn it up, will you please?โ
โSure, Kenny.โ Julia automatically hit the remote, then focused on the screen to see what was so interesting to Kennedy.
The reporter looked at his notes, then spoke. โJim, Janey, just minutes ago, the police in Queens gave a press conference, and announced that fifteen-year-old Sage Sullivan is missing.โ He glanced down. โMissing since the day before yesterday, they have officially labeled it a missing personโs case, and they are asking the public for help in finding Sage.โ A photo of a pretty-blonde teen filled the screen. โLast seen heading out to study with friends at the library on Globe Boulevard, Sage was last seen wearing jeans, a black hoodie, and black soccer shoes. If anyone has any information about the case, please contact the hotline at the number listed below.โ
Kennedy walked silently back to her chair, thinking to herself about the news report. It had to be a coincidence. Sullivan. Hell, when sheโd lived in Queens, sheโd known at least fifteen kids with that last name. Just because sheโd been thinking about Connor a lot lately, didnโt mean that this case had anything to do with his branch of the Sullivan family tree. After all, he was her age, so there was no way he could have a kid that old. Maybe one of his brothersโ kids? Nah, her mother would have heard something about it if it involved one of his family, still keeping in the gossip loop with her old friends.
Seeing Julia watching her with interest, Kennedy grabbed her spiral notepad and latte. โReady to meet? Taty, ready?โ
As Kennedy walked over to their meeting spot, she pushed aside thoughts of Connor Sullivan. The Sullivan family on the television had nothing to do with any old feelings she had from years beforeโฆ
๐พ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ง๐? ๐ฟ๐๐ฃ'๐ฉ ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐๐ค ๐ผ๐ซ๐ฟ ๐๐ป ๐ป๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐น ๐บ๐๐ฌ๐๐ญ, ๐๐๐ ๐ง๐๐ข๐๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐ค ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ฝ๐๐จ๐๐จ๐!!!
Take a little sneaky peeky at my upcoming book, Missing, No Trace Left - Complete Series.
๐ฏ๐๐๐'๐จ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ฉ:
๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฎ๐
Kennedy felt the world swirl around her as she breathed in his smell and tasted his lips for the first time. His arms were strong and warm around her, and she wanted the moment to last forever.
Finally, he pulled back. โYouโre my girl, Kennedy. Always have been, always will be. Keep that in mind when youโre in New Jersey. Know that I will always be waiting for you.โ
As always, at that moment, Kennedy awoke, and groaned aloud. How many times would she have that stupid dream? That moment had been more than fifteen years before, and in the passing years, sheโd certainly been kissed by other guys. Why did that memory of him keep haunting her dreams?
Turning over, Kennedy glanced at the clock and rolled her eyes. Two hours until the alarm would go off. Just enough time that she would probably have that blasted dream againโฆ
โ
๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐ง๐
Kennedy carefully balanced the tray with the three lattes on her hand and wrist as she reached for the door handle. Just then, Julia opened the door and rolled her eyes. โJesus, Kenny, how many times do we have to tell you that if you text or call from the car, we will open the door for you?โ She reached out her hands and took the cardboard carrier. โGive me that.โ
โThanks, Jules.โ Without the piping hot cups balanced precariously on her hand, Kennedy could slide her messenger bag up onto her shoulder. โI know, I know. I keep trying to remember it.โ
From one of the two corner offices at the back of the lobby area, Kennedy could hear a familiar voice. โTell me you didnโt forget my biscotti.โ
โTatyana, it is Tuesday. On Tuesday, they have double-chocolate almond biscotti with a dark chocolate glaze. I swear to God, if I didnโt get you one each Tuesday, Yuri would slit my throat. The best moment in his week is when you stop by on Wednesday for our coffees, and you tell him how good it was.โ The members of the office took turns picking up breakfast each morning, and Yuri, the local coffee barista and pastry chef, had a massive crush on Kennedyโs business partner, Tatyana.
Just then, Tatyana stepped out of her office. Tall and thin, she had the looks of a supermodel, and dressed like a high-cost call girl. Today, she was in a skin-tight red wrap dress that left nothing to the imagination, and thigh-high black leather boots. She grinned. โTrue. So true.โ She then looked Kennedy over from head to toe and shook her head. โPlease tell me you look like you just rolled out of bed because you spent the night with some hottie, not that you are still having that silly dream and you slept poorly again.โ
Kennedy looked down at her jeans and black Chelsea boots, topped by a dark green cowl sweater and her regular messenger bag. โWhatโs wrong with my outfit?โ
โNothing.โ Tatyana took a sip. โAs long as your goal is to never have sex again in your lifetime, you look great. But you are still young and beautiful. Once you stop trying to hide your looks, men will come running.โ
This was an often-repeated conversation. โThanks for the pep talk, Taty.โ She looked over at Julia. โAny messages for me?โ
The hyper-organized assistant looked at the screen in front of her. โNone for you specifically. Three calls about possible new cases, two wives thinking their husbands are cheating, one from a construction company who thinks one of their workers is claiming he got injured so heโs on disability, but they think heโs scamming them. Before they take it to their insurance company, they want us to check it out.โ Neatly labeled folders were spread out on the center table of a small conversational gathering space in the back corner. โWhen we meet, we can decide if we are interested in those or not, and I will reach back out to them.โ
โSounds good.โ Kennedy went to her desk and opened her laptop, watching it power up. โGive me a minute to check email, then Iโm ready to meet.โ
The local news station played almost all day on the television up on the wall across from Juliaโs desk. Over the years, several interesting cases had come their way through following stories theyโd seen there. Just then, Kennedy caught the headline scrolling across the bottom of the screen. โLocal Teen from Queens โ MISSING.โ
Kennedy leaned against her desk. โHey, Jules, turn it up, will you please?โ
โSure, Kenny.โ Julia automatically hit the remote, then focused on the screen to see what was so interesting to Kennedy.
The reporter looked at his notes, then spoke. โJim, Janey, just minutes ago, the police in Queens gave a press conference, and announced that fifteen-year-old Sage Sullivan is missing.โ He glanced down. โMissing since the day before yesterday, they have officially labeled it a missing personโs case, and they are asking the public for help in finding Sage.โ A photo of a pretty-blonde teen filled the screen. โLast seen heading out to study with friends at the library on Globe Boulevard, Sage was last seen wearing jeans, a black hoodie, and black soccer shoes. If anyone has any information about the case, please contact the hotline at the number listed below.โ
Kennedy walked silently back to her chair, thinking to herself about the news report. It had to be a coincidence. Sullivan. Hell, when sheโd lived in Queens, sheโd known at least fifteen kids with that last name. Just because sheโd been thinking about Connor a lot lately, didnโt mean that this case had anything to do with his branch of the Sullivan family tree. After all, he was her age, so there was no way he could have a kid that old. Maybe one of his brothersโ kids? Nah, her mother would have heard something about it if it involved one of his family, still keeping in the gossip loop with her old friends.
Seeing Julia watching her with interest, Kennedy grabbed her spiral notepad and latte. โReady to meet? Taty, ready?โ
As Kennedy walked over to their meeting spot, she pushed aside thoughts of Connor Sullivan. The Sullivan family on the television had nothing to do with any old feelings she had from years beforeโฆ
๐พ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ง๐? ๐ฟ๐๐ฃ'๐ฉ ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐๐ค ๐ผ๐ซ๐ฟ ๐๐ป ๐ป๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐น ๐บ๐๐ฌ๐๐ญ, ๐๐๐ ๐ง๐๐ข๐๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐ค ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ฝ๐๐จ๐๐จ๐!!!
Published on August 23, 2023 12:11
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