Introducing
Debut Novel
Gumshoe Girl
by Andi Ramos (@andiramosauthor)
Blurb:
Sheagan O’Hare got more than she bargained for when her newly inherited
detective agency lands its first case; a missing person, embezzlement, and murder. Sheagan’s out to prove she can
hang with the pro's, despite the constant reminder of her amateur status from
an annoyingly attractive FBI agent, Colin 'Mac' MacEvine, who’s forced himself
into her life.
How does she feel when an old high school friend hopes to ignite
a new romance?
Will she be able to discover if detective work and love can
mingle before someone gets hurt?
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Excerpt
Sheagan blinked
back the sting in her eyes as sweat drizzled from her forehead. Her shoulders
and forearms cried out as determination inched her body forward through the tin
walls that framed her slender figure. The narrow shaft rendered her legs
useless as they dragged behind her like dead weight. She made a vow to start
working out as she approached her destination, the metal grate that looked down
into the sweetheart suite of the Eliot Hotel.
She shimmied her
binoculars out of her bag and clutched them in her sweaty palms as she readied
herself to delve into the world of private investigating. The friction of her
movements caused her mahogany mane to cling to all the surfaces of her
temporary confinement. Perched behind the filigree frame, peering like a caged animal,
she was a mere 20 feet from her target. Her target? The Rat Bastard, who up
until this very moment she’d
called boyfriend.
She wasn’t there to kill him, even though the
thought had crossed her mind; no, she was there to catch him in the act. She suspected
he had been cheating on her for some time, so proof would end her suspicion or
the relationship. Spying on her significant other through an air-vent of a
swanky hotel room was hardly a promising start to her so-called glamorous
career as a private detective. But it snapped her back into the reality that
her new chosen profession would often be messy and difficult.
She peered
through the grate and envied the spacious room below, but her viewing angle was
no good for the task at hand. She could feel the heat in her cheeks rise along
with her anger as she scanned the room and soaked in the extravagance–the
hardwood tables, the Italian marble fireplace, the opulent sheen of the fabric
on the overstuffed furniture that glimmered in the soft candlelight. The Rat
Bastard was not known to overindulge on frivolous expenses, unless it was on
her dime. Thoughts of killing him resurfaced.
What is wrong
with me? Why did I wait so long?
She immediately
regretted the fleeting question. She knew why. The answer brought back the pain
and significance of her father’s
sudden death. He had been the only family she had left, and he was gone. All
that was left behind was his detective agency. She had thought about giving it
up, but she couldn’t; it was her
only connection to him, to her family.
She closed her
eyes briefly, realizing that now she was facing more loss–even if he was a
lying, cheating Rat Bastard.
No! It’s better this way, stay focused.
She choked in a
breath and turned her attention back to the room. His secret love nest was
finished with soothing tones on the walls and thick, plush carpeting.
What is that on
the end table?
Her gaze was
drawn to the bottle label as it bobbed upside down in the melting ice. She
sharpened the focus of her binoculars, and her eyes widened in recognition.
Her cheeks
flushed. Cristal, she scoffed. Who is this Bimbo, anyway?
As if she had
room to criticize this girl’s
intelligence, when Sheagan was the one sweating her makeup off in a
four-by-four-foot air-duct.
Yeah, who’s the stupid one?
She heard
passionate sounds coming from the right of the room and recognized his tone.
Leaning sideways, Sheagan pressed her face to the grate, but her limited
view revealed
only a portion of the bed and unable to make out major details, like faces.
Crap, I can’t see anything. Damn! She
needed to get a better look
As she shifted
her weight, the metal walls started to reverberate and Sheagan stifled a gasp,
willing the rumbling to cease. Her breathing became labored as the musty air
stole the aroma of the sweet perfume wafting up waft from the suite below. She
stilled her movements and did the only thing she could think of... nothing.
Nothing but stare at the heap of blankets and wait.
Come on, bimbo,
come up for air. I know he doesn’t
last that long.
Her discomfort increased as the noise from their passion became more intense. Ugh, that’s it, I’ve had it!
She mashed her cheek and upper body against the grate.
I just need a peek to confirm.
She pressed harder, ogling the bed. Finally, she caught a tiny glimpse.
Just a little further.
She pushed and heard a chirring sound, then a scraping. She froze in place, but
Her discomfort increased as the noise from their passion became more intense. Ugh, that’s it, I’ve had it!
She mashed her cheek and upper body against the grate.
I just need a peek to confirm.
She pressed harder, ogling the bed. Finally, she caught a tiny glimpse.
Just a little further.
She pushed and heard a chirring sound, then a scraping. She froze in place, but
the grate gave
way with a creaking groan and crashed to the ground. Time stood still as
Sheagan realized there was nothing between her and the floor except air.
*****
Author Bio:
Andi Ramos is a debut author from central Massachusetts where
she lives with her family, goat, and Boston Terriers. Her love for reading grew
into a passion for writing. She dabbled with pen and paper for a long time and
eventually stopped pushing her amusements aside and started developing those
stories into novels. One of her favorite things to do is to hop into her
motorhome with her family and write while traveling down the road as they
journey to various destinations.
Website: http://www.andiramos.com
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