Mirror Deep by Joss Landry
DANGER AND ROMANCE
…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.
Meet 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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Tired of tossing and turning, Kat put a cotton slip over her nightgown and walked to the stables. A light burned in the distant part of the barn.
Arriving near the side door, she dimmed her flashlight. She didn’t want to alert anyone to her presence. Kat slipped the key into the door to unlock it, but the handle turned without effort. Someone was burning the midnight oil, she thought. Of course, in a stable this size, there were often activities at all hours of the night. One of the vets, Jenny McCrea, was most likely tending to the mare that’d just given birth.
Stealthily she approached Fog’s stall. Once inside, she crouched on a footstool while resting her back against the planks, with Fog Mist’s blanket wrapped around her shoulders.
“Surprised to see me here, aren’t you, Fog?” The horse folded his long legs and bent to Kat’s height the instant she sat down beside him. The honor of his mistress visiting him in the middle of the night occurred rarely, she supposed.
“What am I going to do, Fog?” Gently, she stroked his broad neck, eager to whisper her dire secrets to him. “I can’t discuss this with my mother—I’ve already said too much to my parents. I don’t want to hurt her feelings. I love her so much. And I love Dad. But I’m not sure they would understand if I were to pursue this quest of mine, not with the dangers Uncle Frank said I might encounter if I did.”
Fog nuzzled her as if he understood what she said.
She smiled, loving the fuzzy, warm breath he snorted at the back of her neck, which tickled her and made her feel as though all was right with the world, and nothing and no one could ever harm her.
“What?” she asked Fog while staring into his enormous black eyes. “You think I should ask Pierce to be my fellow quester?