New Orleans Library of Last Secrets - Book 1

by Jacie Middlemann

Family meant everything to Ayden Stratton. It always had even when he didn’t always allow it to show. Because of that, he understood the fury in Tobias Blaise’s eyes when they learned that his sister was their hometown's most recent crime victim...dragged out the backdoor of her restaurant despite every effort to stop her from being kidnapped.

Fury didn’t begin to describe what he saw in his brother’s face. Cassidy Blaise might be Tobias’s sister, but she was Benjamin’s entire world.

This Stratton Family saga will have you wondering what could possibly happen next. Keep some tissues on hand and tag along on a journey with this steadfastly loyal, and sometimes unconventional, cast of characters. You may even find yourself eventually rooting for the most unlikely of heroes. If you love clean and thrilling mystery romance and women's suspense fiction, this intriguing and suspenseful series may be a perfect fit for you.

This is the first book in the second volume of the Stratton Family series…New Orleans Library of Last Secrets.

Book 1 of 10.

37 pages, Kindle Edition

Published December 12, 2024

About the author

I fell in love with books when I was in the 4th grade and my free period was spent volunteering in the school library. I read every Nancy Drew book there was to check out, discovered collections of myths and fairy tales from around the world, Louisa May Alcott and C.S. Lewis, and decided I wanted my own library. By the end of that summer with the supplies our school librarian graciously provided me my books had due date slips, card pockets, book cards, and black electrical tape on the spine with the first three letters of the author's last name. I still have most of those books.
In the hope she could get me involved in something else my mother gave me a camera. Right around the same time my father told me I could use his typewriter when he wasn't using it. The typewriter won. We shared his typewriter but I also filled notebooks with stories scribbled before school, after school, and often when I was supposed to be asleep. Thanks to my mother, who saved just about every single one of those notebooks, I still have them as well.
Several years ago my father gave me his typewriter…the same one we shared all those summers ago. Every time I look at it I remember the young 4th grade girl who was quietly encouraged to do what she loved…and years later reminded with a box filled with notebooks crammed full of handwritten stories and dreams.
And it’s still not unheard of that I stay up way later than I should with a good book that’s just impossible to put down.