Author: H.L. LeRoy
Series: A LT. Jack Daniels/Jillian Varela Mystery (A loosely tied together series. But any of the stories can be read as a standalone.)
Genre: Thriller/Mystery
Publisher: Kindle Worlds
Release Date: May 3, 2015
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook
Blurb/Synopsis:
After barely surviving the horror of the Parkside Strangler, Lieutenant Jacqueline "Jack" Daniels and her friend, P.I. Jillian Varela, decide to head to Cancun for a little well-deserved R&R.
But instead of a relaxing two weeks at a five star, luxury resort, a grisly death lands at their feet, and a young girl is arrested.
It should be simple, but in Mexico, you are guilty until proven innocent. And if the Policia Federal find out what Jack and Jillian are up to, they'll be spending a long time in less than luxury accommodations.
Excerpt
I sat in the
chair and the girl tilted it back. What a treat. I hadn’t had my hair washed by
someone else in years. It might even have been my prom, when Mom paid.
"Close your
eyes. You don’t want to get soap in them."
I shut my eyes.
Then I settled into the chair and relaxed.
The music in the
background was some kind of classical piano thing. Not normally my cup of tea,
but it was relaxing, and I felt myself start to drift off.
The woman’s
fingers moved through my hair while she ran warm water over my scalp. With the
spray prickling my skin, she squeezed cool shampoo and stroked it into my hair.
I could feel my breathing slow and I started to drift away.
"Hi," I
heard her say.
I didn’t hear a
response, but she stopped massaging my scalp for a moment.
After a few
seconds, she started again.
"Mmmmm.
Relaxing."
I started to
shift my position, and she pushed my head back and began to rinse the shampoo
out of my hair. After a moment, her hands squeegeed the water off the sides of
my head, settling on my throat.
"That felt
goo—"
She clamped down
on my windpipe shutting off my air.
My eyes flew open.
Standing there wasn’t the girl but a man I didn’t recognize.
I kicked and
bucked in the chair as he continued to tighten his grip
I pulled a hand
free and jammed my thumb in his eye and gouged. He yelped and slapped a hand
over his damaged eye. Rolling out of the chair, I hit the linoleum floor and
sprinted toward the door. He grabbed me from behind and spun me into the
counter. As he bent me back, I kneed him between the legs.
"Ahggh."
His sour breath hit me in the face.
I clawed through
the combs and brushes behind me on the counter looking for something, anything
to defend myself. My fingers scraped across the handle of a pair of scissors. I
kneed him again, and as he bent over I jammed the scissors in his arm. Jerking
loose, I ran to the door and out to the street. Shit! My purse was still in the
salon, but I had some money in my pocket and flagged down a cab.
I had him drop me
at our hotel and called the police from the bell desk. I tried calling Jillian
but she didn't answer.
It only took
Garza a couple of minutes to get there.
After I explained
what happened, he escorted me back to the salon.
"This is the
place."
A short, stocky
woman with black hair shot with gray and brilliant red lipstick stood behind a
cash register.
I looked around.
Two older women working on two even older women. No girl. No broken glass on
the floor.
"Do you
speak English?"
"Si,
yes."
"Where is
the young girl?"
"Who?"
"The thin
girl with the short hair."
"No one like
that works here."
"She was
here not more than an hour ago. I even left my purse here." I ran to the
back of the salon to the row of sinks. "Here. This sink."
There was no
purse, and my jacket was gone from the coat rack.
"We opened
at nine. But I didn't see you."
"I didn't
see you either."
She shrugged.
"Are you
sure this is the place?" Garza asked. "There are many hair
salons."
Garza didn't
believe me.
"Just take
me back to the hotel," I said.
Now I had another
problem. No purse meant no money, no credit cards and . . . worse, no passport
or other identification.
H. L. (Holly) LeRoy is an award winning, American short story writer and novelist. Born in San Jose, California, LeRoy currently resides in the Sierra Nevada Mountains with his family.
When J. A. Konrath approached me with the opportunity to write in Lieutenant Jack Daniels’ world, I jumped at the chance. Since my other works are in the mystery/thriller/action/adventure genres and tell the stories of strong female protagonists confronting impossible situations, I knew it was a perfect fit.
Amazon Publishing has secured licenses from Warner Bros. Television Group's Alloy Entertainment for Gossip Girl, Pretty Little Liars, and The Vampire Diaries; Valiant Entertainment for Archer & Armstrong, Bloodshot, Harbinger, Shadowman, and X-O Manowar; J. A. Konrath's Jack Daniels series, Hugh Howey's Silo Saga; Barry Eisler's John Rain novels; Blake Crouch's Wayward Pines series; and The Foreworld Saga by Neal Stephenson, Greg Bear, Mark Teppo, Eric Bear, Joseph Brassey, Nicole Galland, and Cooper Moo. Licenses for more Worlds are on the way.
Places to find H.L.
Blog Random
Thoughts
Places to find Pooled Blood
Other Works by H.L. LeRoy
Kindle Worlds
(A LT.
Jack Daniels/Jillian Varela Mystery)
One
Eight Seven (1)
Can Be Read As a
Stand Alone
Can Be Read As a
Stand Alone
Pooled
Blood (3)
Can Be Read As a
Stand Alone
The
Fountain of the Earth Series
Sudden
End (Prequel)
The
Fountain of the Earth (Book 1)
Heralds of Juno (Book
2) Coming 2015
Mysteries
Hollow Point (Coming
Soon)
Malibu Blues (Coming
Soon)
.png)
0 comments:
Post a Comment
I would love to hear your thoughts. :) HAPPY READING !!!!