A Kendra Spark Novel
Genre: Paranormal Suspense-Thriller Romance
with a good dollop of Supernatural
Publisher: Books We Love Publishing
Date of Publication: September 15, 2017
Number of pages: 153 pages
Word Count: 63,000
Cover Artist: CoverUp.Net
Book Tagline: Kendraâs ability of communicating with the dead is requested by her FBI criminal analyst friend to stop a killer from murdering agents.
Series Tagline: Kendra sees ghosts, and then her BFF, Jenna, becomes one. The two friends and FBI agent Derek Knight fight for justice to the victims of heinous crimes.
Kendra Spark, suspense-mystery romance author and communicator with the dead, is requested to hop on the first flight to D.C.
Jenna Powers, FBI criminal analyst and estranged best friend of Kendra, gets ghosticized in a fatal accident before relaying all the details of the FBI killer case.
Derek Knight, a dedicated FBI Special Task Force agent, takes lead on the case.
The investigation into the FBI agent killings continues as Kendra, Jenna â yes, even after death â and Derek work together on the case before Director of the Special Task Force Jackson Powersâ number is up. Heâs Jennaâs father and the end-game of the killerâs target list.
Somehow the elusive killer remains undetected, until Kendraâs unique ability produces results and a final possibility at stopping his killing spree before itâs too late.
From the Author Review Copy: The scene â Derek has Kendra in a casual interrogation room inside the FBI building â D.C. location
The door opened and Jackson Powers entered before I could respond.
He glanced around the room stopping when he saw me; his red rimmed eyes spoke volumes. I clearly remembered his presence, a straightforward man, full of confidence and direction, but in this moment he appeared like a man broken. I rose and reached for a hand shake. Instead, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into a big bear hug.
âIâm so very sorry about Jenna. Sorry for your loss, for my lossâ¦â Muscles tensed around my vocals and cut off the words.
Tears spilled from both of us. Derek stepped out of the room, clicking the door closed.
âJenna told me she was meeting with you today, going to show you the city sights.â Jackson held me for a few more minutes, patting my back and telling me it wasnât my fault.
The thought of the accident initially being my fault had never entered my mind. Why would that thought cross his? I stepped back. Obviously he hadnât received the latest details of the accident, but even so why would he consider that Iâd feel responsible. Even if I questioned that maybe I could have done something to stop her in some way, she did save that boy. âNot sure what you meanâ¦in thinking it could be my fault?â
His eyes widened, maybe a little startled at my blatant question. âI assumed Jenna ran after a little culprit that grabbed your purse or something much worse. She must have gotten caught up in the chase to run in front of on-coming traffic.â His face softened. âKendra, I know Jenna, there was nothing you could have done to stop her. Sheâs always been head-strongâ¦was always
head-strong,â he corrected himself, then his voice cracked, and suddenly something occurred to me.
Jackson isnât privy to Jenna and Derekâs manhunt for the FBI killer, nor the reason Iâm here. Of course. Jenna had tagged along to certain crime scenes while she was still in college, but from all that I remembered, Jackson wanted her profiling cases strictly inside the building. She had access to all the crime scenes from pictures and files on her laptop. At least she always used to complain about his restrictions, and I couldnât imagine he would allow her in the field on a serial killer task force, unless things had changed in the last couple years.
Thereâd been a few close calls on other cases, some of the agentâs family members being abducted or being used for negotiation, leverage. While in college, Jenna told me all the rules her father had enforced if she were to join in any of the FBI cases. He protected her, and now she had returned the favorâ¦to her demise.
Jenna and Derek were hunting the serial killer behind Jacksonâs back.
There was a tap on the door and Derek stepped in. His brows were drawn close, eyes narrowed, perhaps his expression of concern. âSir, I thought Kendra might be hungry. She hasnât eaten all day.â He smiled at me, and then looked back at Jackson. âIâm headed out for a late lunch and thought Iâd take her with me.â
Jacksonâs lips pressed together. He finally lifted his chin toward me. âWell, of course. We certainly wouldnât want anyone going hungry now, would we,â more of a statement than a question. He patted my shoulder. âGo on, Kendra. We can continue our talk later. Iâd like to hear exactly what happened to my daughter from someone who was there to witness it.â
Derek grasped my elbow and led me toward the door.
Instead of following, Jackson released a long breathy sigh and sat on the couch. âShut the door behind you, Derek. And tell Darla I donât wish to be disturbed.â
My heart swelled huge behind my ribcage, again the confining weight pressing in on my ability to breathe. I couldnât imagine the emotional maelstrom Jackson was going through. I knew only my own turbulent ride. Now I needed to get some facts straight; it was my turn to interrogate Derek.
S. Peters-Davis writes multi-genre stories, but loves penning a good page-turning suspense-thriller, especially when itâs a ghost story and a romance. When sheâs not writing, editing, or reading, sheâs hiking, RVâing, fishing, playing with grandchildren, or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.
She also writes YA paranormal, supernatural novels as DK Davis.
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