Con Sampler (eBook)

Family, Friends, Love, Murder and Mayhem

Anne Hagan (Autor)

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2017 | 1. Auflage
860 Seiten
Michelle Hagans (Verlag)
978-0-00-008167-4 (ISBN)

Infos

Anne Hagan is off again to the GCLS Con; this year in fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada. In honor of 'con month' she's offering this sampler pack of four complete works (three novels and a short story) for a limited time. It's a mixture of her mysteries and her romances or, as Anne likes to say, 'Family, Friends, Love Murder and Mayhem.'  She hopes you enjoy the books as much as she enjoyed picking them out for this compilation.

Dana's Dilemma: The Morelville Mysteries - Book 3

What happens when Mel runs for Sheriff, an Amish girl runs away from home and Dana runs - er, limps - for cover? Can anything else possibly go wrong for these two ladies of law enforcement? Sure it can and it will!

Can the two sometimes lovers work it all out once and for all and finally have a happy life together or will more crime, murder and mayhem get in the way? 

Broken Women
 
Where do you go when you lose everything? Who do you turn to next when nobody seems to want you for more than a casual fling?

When death unexpectedly takes the love of your life, the best you can do is to try to cope and to hold on to the good memories. When your beloved's family takes everything else you have, hope is all that's left...if you can hang on to that.

You've been smitten more than once. You've even been in love a time or two. The trouble is, your feelings are always only yours. Cupid's arrow always fails to land.

Can two love-weary people, from different worlds, find strength together? Can they find more and even a happily ever after?

Opera House Ops: The Morelville Cozies - Book 2

Sinister goings-on including the discovery of a dead body at a vacant late 1800's era opera house in Morelville have the residents of the village all tied up in knots. When what first appears to be an accident turns out to be murder, a duo of meddling mothers quickly gets enmeshed in a round of crime solving. It doesn't help that, everywhere they turn, a property hungry developer with more money than sense, wants the land the building sits on and he'll seemingly stop at nothing to get it.

Is there really another killer in their midst? Is the same person responsible for all of the strange occurrences? What will it take to make the crimes stop, make a developer go away and to save the historical building for future generations?

Loving Blue in Red States: Salt Lake City Utah

Amanda Allred's getting tired of being in the closet for her dull, boring banking job. She's frustrated with the whole boys' club atmosphere there and the 'good ol' boy' mentality that goes along with it. Salt Lake is thriving culturally and she wants to be a part of it all; openly and freely in the Utah she's always loved. 

Rebecca Musser is finally living the life she once only dared to dream she could when she was stuck in Provo under her father's thumb and the watchful eyes of her mother. The manager of the gay coffee shop who took a chance on her and gave her a job has taken her under his wing. She doesn't have a lot but she has enough, she has friends and she's finally happy. There will be no marriage arranged for her by her father; no thank you! 

When Amanda, a total stranger, steps in and defends Rebecca to her mother one day, the two women feel the instant spark of attraction. Rebecca's interested. So is Amanda. 

Can Amanda step out of her bubble, go against the church and the old boy network, and take a chance on finally finding love?

Textauszug

Early Monday Afternoon, June 9th, 2014

We rolled out of Muddy Misers fatter and happier. I looked at Mel, “Thank you. I really needed that.”

She reached over and took my hand in hers, “I know.”

“We really do need to talk.”

“When you’re ready Dana.”

“I’m ready now but I really don’t want to try to have this conversation with you while you’re driving.”

“No problem.” Mel pulled out of the Misers parking lot and rolled across the street to a little city park. She parked the car within close hobbling distance to a picnic table. I worked my way over to it but, before I could take a seat, she stopped me and pulled me in for a quick hug.

I jerked back and looked around nervously. “Mel, we shouldn’t! The election...”

“Dana, we’ve talked about this. I told you, I’m already serving as the Sheriff. I’m running for the office officially as me, myself and I.” She tapped her chest, “I am in a relationship with an amazing woman and I’m not going to hide that from the voters of Muskingum County because they may be a little squeamish. If they don’t like it, they can vote for Troutman.” She wrinkled her nose in distaste at the mention of her opponent while at the same time touching her hand to my heart and then she backed off a little and helped me to take a seat.

“I’m sorry. I just...well, my life is all messed up right now and I don’t want to be messing up yours for you too.”

Mel took a seat opposite of me. “You’re not. Now, talk to me babe; tell me what you’re thinking.”

I took a deep breath and let it out slow. “Dr. Welle wants me off work all of this week. I’m to put no weight at all on my left leg. I’m not even to do rehab work.”

“Just a week?” She raised her eyebrows, “That’s not so bad.”

“Oh wait; that’s just the beginning. That’s just time she wants me to be off of work. She sees no rehab for at least a couple of weeks and no weight bearing in my future for eight to twelve weeks and possibly longer.”

“Ouch.”

I shook my head and then looked down at the table.

“I take it there’s more?”

I tried to hold it in, but I couldn’t. I started to shake and then to cry and all I wanted to do was stand up and run until I couldn’t run anymore but I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t physically do anything, and it was tearing me apart inside.

Mel came around to my side of the table, sat down and wrapped her arms around me. When she leaned her forehead against my face, her slightly spikey black hair tickled my cheek and made me smile through my pain. She isn’t the touchy-feely type, so her show of emotional support was both surprising and comforting. I tried to take some strength from her and steel myself to continue our conversation. She pulled back a little and looked at me expectantly.

“Full mobility isn’t in my future,” I said, as tears threatened to fall some more.

“How bad is it?”

“Bad enough that, at minimum, I’m never going to have full knee flexibility and I’ll always walk with a pronounced limp. Beyond that, she doesn’t know at this point. She won’t know until we give the muscles time to heal as far as they’re going to. There may be surgery to repair what doesn’t heal from a muscle perspective but some of the nerve damage is permanent and irreversible.” I took a big gulp of air and ran my hands through my own longish brown hair.

“You’re worried about your job, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not worried because I know I’m going to lose it. I’m just wondering how long I’ll have it at all and what the hell I’m going to do once it’s gone.”

“And you’re positive you wouldn’t be able to continue in your present position?”

“Mel, I work undercover a lot. I can’t do that with a pronounced limp that perps will notice and remember.”

She was quiet for what seemed like an eternity but then she put her hands on my shoulders and said, “Dana listen, I know a desk job with Customs has no appeal for you but losing your special agent position doesn’t have to be the end of the line. There are other ways you can do investigations.”

I shrugged free of her gentle grasp, “How? For who? What agency or organization is going to hire me? I’m not going to be mobile and I’ll stand out like a sore thumb on any sort of mission. I don’t want to sit in a chair and do forensic stuff Mel! I like investigative field work.”

“I know, I know, but think about this; you’ve said before that the travel that your job involves wears on you – that you have no place to call home. Why not do things just a bit less strenuously?”

“How?”

She looked directly into my eyes, “Why not go private? You can base yourself in one place and work from there picking and choosing the assignments that you take so you’re not stuck at a desk all of the time but where you’re not under deep cover chasing gang bangers smuggling dope and heaven knows what all else either.”

“You mean be like a private eye?”

“Well, sort of.”

I started to shake my head no. “Baby, I don’t want to be spying on people’s spouses and...”

“Wait; hear me out. Didn’t you tell me once that you were an MP in the Army?”

“Yes.”

“What exactly did you do when you served?”

“We were mobilized for two years out of my four-year tour. We did base security and bodyguard type work for generals during the first Gulf War.”

“Did you like that?”

“Yeah, I did. That’s how my whole career path started for me.”

“So, when you got out of the Army, what did you do?”

“I went to school and I got into corporate security but...well it’s a long story but I got fired from that job.” I’d only told her a little about my past before going into the Customs Service and becoming a Special Agent.

Mel winced but she didn’t let the admission sidetrack her, “Did you like it?”

“Hell yes. I loved it, but I love investigations too.”

She paused and breathed deeply, “Dana, don’t you see? You could be doing both!”

“Again, how?” I held out my hands in exasperation.

“You can hang out your own shingle and do private corporate security and investigations.”

“I...I don’t know Mel. I wouldn’t even know where to start to form my own company...That costs money...Where would I work from...I just don’t know.”

“Well, you have at least a week of sitting at home to do some research and figure it all out. I know you must have contacts from your security days, right?”

I nodded.

“Call HR at customs. Start with them and be very frank. If they tell you something that you don’t want to hear, start shaking some trees and see what falls out. Investigate getting a PI license, even.”

I just stared at her.

“Promise me you’ll at least think about it?”

“Baby, I’m already thinking about it, but I still have a couple of problems: money and location. Both of them are deal breakers.”

“Dana a consultant can work out of anywhere...my den, for example.”

“Maybe for the very short term but, long term, I have to find a place to live and a place to work and those two places shouldn’t be the same place.”

“I know our living situation right now isn’t the best but, well I sort of hoped that...” She trailed off and looked lost. It was my turn to console her.

I took her hand and looked into her beautiful brown eyes, “Mel, I never thought I’d say this to another woman after the way my ex treated me but...I love you.” My true feelings for her were finally out there and, rather than feel scared, I felt like a burden had been lifted off of me.

She took a deep breath and smiled. “I love you too.” She pulled me in and held me close and then pulled back and kissed me softly. I wanted to melt into her kiss, but I didn’t let her linger too long. I was worried we’d be seen and the implications for her if we were.

“Mel, if you’ll have me, you’re stuck with me. I want us to be together, somehow, some way. Between my situation and the August election though...I don’t know...”

She stopped me, “Actually, I’ve been giving our living arrangements some thought. Before this latest incident with you being kidnapped and battered, we sort of figured you’d be based out of Columbus for a while, right?”

“Yes.”

“Look, I love my sister, but a few things are obvious to me; One, we can’t be comfortable being ourselves in a house that we’re sharing with her and her kids. Two, things appear to be getting pretty serious between her...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 3.7.2017
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 0-00-008167-1 / 0000081671
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-008167-4 / 9780000081674