Thursday Threads: Cold Ambition by Rachel Sharpe
Title: Cold Ambition (Jordan James, PI series)
Genre:
Mystery/Suspense
Heat Level: Sweet
Buy Link: http://www.amzn.com/B00L2OLQPG/
Blurb:
"It was my life-long dream to
become a private eye. Little did I know that with my very first
When Jordan James decided to embark on a
career as a private investigator, she never could have imagined that a chance
encounter would lead to her staring down the barrel of a gun on the roof’s edge
of a high-rise building. As she begins to investigate her first case, the
puzzling murder of a prominent businessman that has left Boston’s finest
mystified for more than two decades, she finds herself suddenly immersed in a
treacherous underworld brimming with betrayal, raw greed, and political
subterfuge of international proportions. In the midst of this, she discovers
she is falling for her mysterious client despite the hints of his dark past.
Can this feisty Southern girl with a penchant for trouble solve this baffling
case or is she doomed to become another tragic chapter in an international
conspiracy?
Excerpt:
We sat there in silence and heard Ace stumble towards
the door and fumble with the lock.
“Yeah?”
“Is Jordan James here?” a muffled voice inquired. I
strained to hear, but the distance between the rooms and the closed door made
it nearly impossible.
“Who?” Ace laughed. Suddenly, there was a strange
sound. It sounded like a firecracker had gone off. This sound was followed by a
loud thud which echoed through the apartment. In an instant, Rick and I were on
our feet. Rick turned off the light and grabbed the tape from the VCR. I
searched the room vainly for a place to hide. Outside the room, I heard shoes
echoing on the floor and the sound of doors being opened. Before I had another
moment to think, Rick grabbed me and practically carried me to the far corner
of the room by the soundboard. Next to the soundboard was a thin wall covered
in soundproof foam. Three of the walls had this soundproof foam but
the wall contiguous with the door did not. It appeared Ace was still installing
it. He pulled it back to reveal a small closet- sized room.
He brought me inside and replaced the wall, closing us
in. We huddled together in the corner. Looking around I realized that this was
the room in which Ace occasionally recorded. Suddenly, faintly, I heard the
door to the media room open. I heard footsteps making their way around the
room. After what seemed like an eternity, the intruder spoke.
“She’s not here,” the muffled voice stated. “Yes, she
came into the building with Michaels’ kid. No, they can’t be far. Don’t worry.
We know where their car is parked.
If not before, we’ll get them when they go back for
it.”
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