Abbye learned to speak Croatian at a young age with her step-grandfather who took a boat across the sea to come to the United States when he was fourteen years old. Her sense of family and missing the old times with her grandfather prompted her to write her first book about a Croatian motorcycle club in the US.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

#TeaserTuesday #2 - The Secrets I Keep Series Book 1

This is part 2 of 4 in the Teaser Tuesday segment featuring my soon to be released (NOW AVAILABLE - HERE) controversial book.


Linc hated that Lacee was, yet again, pissed off at him. After all this time she should know how much unsolved cases got under his skin. This one also seemed too close to home for him.
Add to it he had to consider the effects of everything on his marriage. Was his wife bored? Did she just want his cock? Trying to tap down a grin, he realized it could be for his abs, awesome tight ass, or even his back and leg muscles. He did pride himself on staying in shape.
As he drove to the office, he forced his mind back to thoughts over the cases. It obsessed him.
One missing CIA computer analyst, four missing vacationers, and at least eight murders that they knew of, and Linc was convinced they were all connected. He just couldn't prove how. Yet.
His cell rang, pulling him from his thoughts. For the eighth time. Ken Mathers, his boss, and very hard to put off for any amount of time. The man lived and breathed the damn FBI and expected everyone else to as well. No wonder he was divorced.
“What the fuck do you want now Mathers?”
“Joy to be speaking with you again too Jacobs. If you were here, I’d not be calling again.”
“You forget, I still have a wife,” as soon as Linc blurted it out, he immediately regretted it. For the asshole he could be, Ken had always looked out for him, taught him everything and promised one day, his job would belong to Linc.
“You’re a bastard. Speaking of bastards, I have Salistans here again from the CIA. They are pissed off because their analyst is still missing and we don’t have a clue, a lead, not even a pile of shit from the guy we can share with them. He wants us to hand the case over to him. Jacobs, this is do or die time for us. We need something. You have to find something. Anything. Just show him we’ve uncovered something.”
“I’ll be there in twenty. I don’t have anything firm, but I’m telling you, all of these cases are linked together. There may be a few people working together to pull them off, but I would bet a month of pay checks it’s the same person or group of people.”
Linc hung up, not bothering to wait for a response. He knew it would simply be more whining from Ken. They did need to make progress on these cases. Mathers was right about that. However, bitching and calling him didn't do anyone in the department any good.
The agents on the case had been arguing among themselves even.  Ken thought it was a man in his late twenties to early thirties with a younger male accomplice. Linc was convinced it was one person.  Other agents thought the cases weren’t related at all.

How were they ever going to get the answers they needed?

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