Blurb:
After losing her father
and brother in the line of duty, Missy Prescott vows never to get involved with
anyone who has a dangerous job. Blessed with a golden voice, she takes a job as
a disc jockey with her own late-night lovelorn dedication show on a popular
radio station in Baltimore.
Blake Decker has never
had a family. He has come to count on the only family he knows—his brothers on
the police force. He’s a one-night-stand kind of guy when it comes to
relationships.
Betty McAllister, the
caring woman who used to live in Missy’s apartment, is now a ghost. She refuses
to cross over until Blake—whom she viewed as her own son—is happily in love.
She thinks Missy is the perfect girl for him.
Missy and Blake need to
keep each other at a distance as they work together to help Betty find a way to
cross over. But when danger lurks, will Missy and Blake lose everything?
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Excerpt:
A shadow moved
from the other side of the hallway. Blake froze, and his fingers moved to his
weapon. He blinked. Nothing there. He dug in his pocket for his keys and
glanced at Missy’s doorway.
Betty—wearing her
pink sweat suit and flamingo earrings—stood grinning at him. She winked, raised
her hand, and then knocked three times on Missy’s door.
Blake’s mouth
opened and then closed. Betty disappeared. He closed his eyes for a half a
minute and then opened them when he heard Missy’s door open.
Missy stood in the
doorway wearing the same clothes as earlier. A white T-shirt, a pair of jeans,
and a simple necklace that hung between her breasts, spiraling the memory of
her body to the forefront of his mind. He knew exactly how those curves felt
under his hands and he craved the feel of them again.
“Hey. Thanks for
stopping by the bookstore today.” Missy pocketed her hands in her jeans,
pulling them down just enough for him to get a glimpse of her lower belly. He
swallowed in order to concentrate.
“You—you should
look out your peephole before you open your door.”
There. He’d be the concerned
policeman who lived across the hall. But how the hell had Betty…no, it couldn’t
have been Betty. What was going on?
Missy frowned.
“You feeling all right?”
“Yeah. Of course.”
“’Cause I did look
out my peephole and I saw you.” She tilted her head. “I sort of thought it was
okay to open up since it was my neighbor, the cop.”
How had he gotten
in front of her door? He’d been several feet away when Betty…when…. Oh shit. He really needed that beer now.
Time for a change of subject. He’d process the other stuff later.
About The Author:
Joya Fields has been
making up stories for as long as she can remember, and it’s all her parents’
fault! They allowed only one T.V. in her childhood home and even that was
rarely turned on. So, to entertain her sisters (and herself), Joya developed
Story Hour. Her siblings’ wide-eyed, rapt attention fascinated Joya almost as
much as the chorus of “Oh, no... don’t stop!” that followed when she whispered,
“The End.” Their enthusiasm, she believes, is what encouraged her to continue
making stuff up.
As she grew older, Joya
put pencil to paper and wrote stories to give as gifts. Everyone thought she
was so clever. She thought she was pretty smart, too, because her gifts didn’t
dent her allowance.
It came as no surprise
to anyone when Joya obtained a B.A. in English from the University of Maryland.
Over the years, she has
taught arts and crafts, worked in public relations, owned a daycare center,
helped her children raise prize-winning 4-H animals, completed three marathons,
and even spent a year as a Baltimore Colts cheerleader.
Joya still enjoys
turning stories into gifts. Most recently, she gathered memories from her
husband’s 10 siblings and turned them into a memoir, presented to her in-laws
at Christmas.
Yes, Joya continues to
make up stories... but now, her work wins writing contests and inspires
acceptance letters from editors. Over 100 of her stories and articles have been
published in magazines and newspapers, and she’s putting the finishing touches
on her fifth novel…a romantic suspense.
When she’s not busy
writing articles, short stories, and novels, Joya loves spending time with her
romantic hero/high school sweetheart/husband of over twenty years, two very
supportive teenaged children, and a pug who follows her everywhere she goes.
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