by Lotta Smith
His voice sounded not just breathless but slightly shaky. Maybe it was caused by the unstable signal. Maybe the Hepburns needed to switch their cell phone service provider.
In retrospect, many thoughts crossed in Christina’s mind, but what grabbed her attention the most was her husband’s mentioning her favorite show.
“Are you talking about Kendric O’Donnel?” Christina’s voice perked up. Christina really liked the actor. If she wasn’t happily married to Matt with two kids, she might have had a huge crush on him.
“Yup, that’s him. You’ve got to see him.”
“Wow, really?” She moved her footstep stool closer to the fence of the balcony and looked down at the street. Except, she couldn’t find anyone who even remotely looked like her darling Kendric. Actually, no one seemed to be walking under the balcony. “Hey, Matt? I don’t see anyone on the street. Maybe you mistook someone else for Kendric?” she said, sounding like a question than a statement—mostly because she wasn’t certain.
“No, I’m not mixing him up with someone else. Oh, he’s right there in front of me. Seriously, he looks so cool. No, cool is an understatement. Even from a guy’s perspective, he looks so dazzling. Now I can imagine why you’re so hooked by him. I’m glad that you agreed to marry me before seeing him.”
“Really?” She chuckled.
“Yup, I’m telling the truth. Kendric’s right there by the bush, but you’ve got to hurry because it looks like the director dude’s satisfied with this scene. They may move at any time, so I’m afraid you don’t have enough time to come down.”
“What? Really? Well, let me see…” Christina tried to peek in by leaning over the fence. Stray locks of her hair fell over her eyes, and she tried to brush that off her face.
All she wanted to do was just having a peek of her favorite actor.
But the next thing, she felt her world rock—as if she was struck by a massive earthquake that was ready to destroy the whole town.
“What the—” muttering, she turned back to see what was going on.
When she saw the face of the person she’d least expected, her mouth formed the shape of the O.
She wasn’t sure what she wanted to do. A part of her wanted to shriek like a banshee, and other parts of her wanted to ask why.
But before her voice had a chance to be heard, Christina was thrown out into the air to experience the most thrilling ride of her life.
Feeling the gravity pulling her to the ground, she found the sensation had some resemblance to riding Space Mountain. Except, unlike the popular ride at Disney World, hers wasn’t equipped with the safety bar.
The only good thing about her fall was that she’d managed to lose her consciousness the moment before her body was slammed onto the hard, asphalt pavement.
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Hi! My name is Lotta Smith. I’m the author of Paranormal in Manhattan Mysteries and Kelly Kinki Mysteries. I love everything comedy, from novels, TVs, to movies. In my teenage days, I was addicted to mysteries that involves amateur sleuth duo of a hot male professor and a quirky female student—with a light touch of romance sprinkled on top. So I went to medical school, partly because I wanted to see real dead bodies, and mostly because I was determined to meet sexy professors (specializing forensic pathology, perhaps) and go a-sleuthin’.
I got to see dead bodies and learn about the danger of petting zoos (sometimes, kids have their lips bitten off by…say, a pony!) but unfortunately, sexy professors were absolutely nonexistent. Recently, I realized that I’m a hopeless unromantic.
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Medical student Amanda Meyer thought she had her life all planned out until people started dying the moment they touched her. Being cleared of any wrongdoing didn't stop the medical school from expelling her, and it didn't rid her of the unfortunate nickname Grim Reaper.
Luckily, having a rep as the harbinger of death isn't a total resume killer. Rick Rowling, Special Agent for the FBI's Paranormal Cases Division recruits her to work for the Bureau. But the sexy, brilliant, outrageous loose cannon proves to be just as untouchable as the mysterious creature or creatures that may be responsible for the seemingly unsolvable murder that becomes their first case together.
Instead of treating patients, Amanda's life becomes a test of her patience and a wild ride into the wicked paranormal world where her new boss runs the show. Together they face a ghoulish force that could destroy the entire city and a grueling family dinner that could leave Amanda contemplating harakiri.
It's a battle of life and debt [student debt, that is] and saving the world has never been so funny.
Prologue
966 Park Avenue Tower
11:48 AM, November 10…
With a weird moan, her whole body shivering, she collapses onto the sofa.
I think she’s lucky that she’s already sitting on the sofa as she crumples. If she was standing, she might have cracked her head on the marble floor like Humpty Dumpty—which won’t be pretty.
She’s lying there, totally motionless. One elbow’s stiffly bent at a right angle, as if she’s turned into stone as the result of looking Medusa in the eye.
I gasp—fearing she’s dead.
Rick Rowling, the head of the FBI’s New York Paranormal Division and my boss for the past two days, approaches and touches her neck. Looking totally blasé, he confirms that she’s still alive.
I let out a sigh of relief.
On the other hand, Rowling announces that we leave the place because “It’s boring.”
My eyes widen with a total disbelief.
Of course, I disagree with him, but he brushes off my objection, stating that he doesn’t care about all the crap of making arrests, prosecuting, and taking cases to trial. Again, he says that it’s just a minor issue and he’s way too busy for that. “You know what? I have better things to do,” Rowling declares, turning on his heels to leave the condo.
“Excuse me, Rick,” I call to his back.
“What?” he asks, without turning around.
“We can’t just leave,” I say. Then it suddenly occurs to me that offending my boss isn’t in my best interest, so I add, “I’m afraid.”
“Why not?” He cocks his head. “Mandy, don’t be such a killjoy. The NYPD can work on the boring stuff, such as deciphering the social pathology of crimes and so on, because they have time to kill. On the other hand, I have no time to waste.”
“Okay, so we don’t need to decipher the social pathology of crimes, but we do need to figure out the whereabouts of the human-eating monster, don’t we?” I point out.
I’m not joking or exaggerating.
I’m talking about a practically imperishable ghoul which could eat up the entire population of New York State, if not the whole world.
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