The Harvest Club (paperback)

ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-522-7
ISBN Print: 978-1-62830-521-0
Page Count: 320
Word Count: 82580
Rating: Sweet (G-PG)

Jessie Reynolds has no idea when she moves to Blue Cove, that she will be sharing her life with a ghost. A young pastor has been murdered, and Jessie finds herself following the trail of that death into the dark and deadly world of organ trafficking.

Jessie is soon introduced to the detective in charge of the case.  Matt Parker is a tall, scruffy, ruggedly handsome man who takes an instant dislike to her and the feeling is mutual. He wants her out of his case and she finds herself entangled in it. The tension between them mounts and so does the attraction.

Rating: Sweet
Page Count: 320
Word Count: 82580
978-1-62830-521-0 Paperback
978-1-62830-522-7 Digital


The crack of thunder startled Jessie. The scream stuck in her throat, and then she saw him, his sinister face, lusting eyes, and sheer size. She screamed, dropped her keys and ran, realizing too late she was running toward the graveyard and wooded area just beyond. Stupid. Too late to run to Matt now. She gasped for breath, heart pounding in her ears.

Making it through the graveyard to the trees, Jessie ran along them, hoping she was headed back toward the church and the lighted parking lot. He was closing in fast. Tripping over a tree root, she pitched forward into the darkness, sliding sideways down a steep embankment, grabbing at the muddy grass. She choked off a cry as she fell several feet to a ledge below hitting her head on something hard.

She lay winded on her back, struggling for breath, looking up in the mesmerizing light show as a fork of lightning unfolded across the sky. On any other night it would have fascinated her, but now it was like a scene from a creepy movie. As she breathed deeply in and out, her racing heart started to slow down.

“Jessie, sweet Jessie…” The man’s mocking voice floated down to her. “I’ll be back to play another day.”

His words rang like a song refrain in her head as she crouched in the darkness. Then the heavens opened up, and it rained. She listened and waited for what seemed an eternity. Finally, wet, bruised, muddy, and tired, she inched slowly up the way she had slid down. There waiting quietly at the top was Matt with a look that said he was going to give her hell.

Neither of them spoke a word as he took her hand, winding them through the trees back through the cemetery to the front of the church. He pulled. She tripped and limped, never complaining. But if looks could kill, she would be dead. Once in the light he could see her and swore under his breath. Lifting her up into his arms, he pushed her face against his chest.

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