Mirror Deep Excerpt

…Roll like thunder in Kat Bonner’s world, when a known felon comes to the ranch to drop a bomb about her past. Kat turns to Pierce for help, the same Pierce who bucks her every chance he gets … and whose feverish investigation lands them in trouble with the law and directly in the path of a serial killer.

Mystery deepens, fraught with wrong turns, bumbling detectives, old murders, and Kat’s doppelganger no one ever sees but her, just as she never sees the change in Pierce’s feelings toward her brewing, mounting, until she can no longer deny them. 
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Mirror Deep Excerpt

Patrick Vander Hurk headed for the countryside in his old Ford jalopy. The Detective drove to Rockford to meet with onetime fearsome Chicago DA, David Klein.

He had reservations about the meeting. David and he had rarely agreed about anything. Klein had bad-mouthed him more than once to the press. Of course, he had retaliated, which had invited the usual reprimand from his chief of department.

He had no choice but to seek David’s help; all the facts the department had fit neatly in a two-ring binder, and he’d have given top money to strangle the smart-aleck who’d leaked their suspicions about Dorian to the press. Now, he’d dug an even bigger hole for himself by threatening a member of the media. What a chump—him and his bad temper. The whole city was standing in line to laugh at him.

The only reason his chief hadn’t taken him off the case was the department had nothing—zilch to go on. Plus, the commissioner went around threatening everybody—especially Chief Lang.

Now on his way to seek help from an old enemy, the appointment arranged by the man’s wife, he would need to bend and kiss his ass—as Haines had put it—to squeeze information out of him while trying not to yell obscenities at the man.

Vander Hurk arrived at a small stone cottage and drove up the circular driveway. The front lawn ran trimmed and well main­tained, and deep rows of pansies of various colors lined each side of the path.

He parked his car behind a black Jeep Cherokee in front of the door, and remained inside while tattooing an erratic little beat on the steering wheel to summon the courage to go through with the meeting.

He finally upped his carcass out of the car and dragged his feet to the door. He rang the bell and waited. An intercom beeped and he heard a dog bark; then a feminine voice asked the caller to identify himself.

“Patrick Vander Hurk, ma’am. We spoke on the phone.”

 

About the Author

 With a degree in commerce, Joss has worked as a consultant for more than twenty years, writing copy for marketing firms and assisting start-up companies launch their business. She recently made the switch from composing copy and promos, to writing fiction and prose. She is developing her style through courses and the support of other writers. A recent graduate of the Long Ridge Writer’s Group, she is a member of the Romance Writers of America and is presently working on honing three other novels for publication.

  Blessed with four children and five grandchildren, she resides in Montreal with her husband, a staunch supporter, and enjoys spending her time biking, rollerblading, playing tennis and swimming. She loves creating stories, as she says that it fulfills her need to think outside the box.

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