Rachel Sharpe has a new Jordan James mystery out. A Simple Misconception released on June 20th. Rachel is guest posting about it today. And you can win a copy of the series! Four books, people. I love series'. Enter below.
It's hard for me to believe it's been four years since the world
was first introduced to Jordan James, PI. Much has changed in that time, in
both Jordan's life and my own. Since Cold Ambition, my debut novel,
was released in 2014, I've had two children. This has given me a new
perspective on life and on writing. As each book has been written, Jordan has
grown as a character. I feel her experiences in the novels, as well as my own
in real life, have helped develop both her character and her storyline. I love
writing about Jordan, Jon, and all the characters in her world. While I
wouldn't mind writing another story with a different cast of characters
someday, right now, I'm happy to continue developing Jordan James. I hope
readers will enjoy her latest adventure in Simple Misconception and
many more to come in the future.
SIMPLE MISCONCEPTION BLURB
“A Trip to the Big Easy Turns into a Big
Nightmare…”
When private investigator Jordan James
returns home to New Orleans for Christmas, she never imagined her holiday could
end with kidnapping and death. As she begins to investigate the mysterious
disappearance of a childhood friend, she unwittingly stumbles upon a dangerous,
international syndicate. With lives at risk and time running short, Jordan must
find a connection between these seemingly unrelated events if she ever hopes to
find her friend.
SIMPLE MISCONCEPTION, https://www.amazon.com/Simple-Misconception-Jordon-James-PI-ebook/dp/B07D6W244X
SIMPLE MISCONCEPTION EXCERPT:
While I stopped, he kept
walking. Thanks in large part to the laws of both physics and gravity, when I
stopped moving, but he continued, his sheer mass sent me flying forward. It
happened too fast for me to cry out. I sailed forward, landing face first into
the back of one of the couches before falling against the wooden floor. Hard.
Staring up at the second floor balcony, I rubbed the back of my head. It felt
tender right away. I groaned softly. Suddenly, Zane’s face came into view, but
his attention was not on me.
Instead, he was staring
past me, at the white couch into which I slammed. More accurately, he was
staring at something on the couch. Ignoring the protests of agony my muscles
and nerves exuded, I rolled onto my stomach. I pulled myself to my feet, using
the couch for support. As soon as I leaned over, I saw her. She was dead.
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