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Fiction Women Sleuths


by (author) Donna Warner & Gloria Ferris

Black Opal Books
Initial publish date
Nov 2015
Women Sleuths
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What could be better than a week of sipping mojitos, basking in the sun, and listening to waves lap against a Caribbean beach? Nothing, according to Jordan Blair and her friend, Ellie Cassidy. Until their vacation takes a sinister turn…

The former occupant of their room has vanished and the resort manager is unconcerned. He suggests the woman has taken off for a romantic interlude with a sailboat skipper. Given the visible police presence, Jordan doesn’t buy it. Another guest attaches himself to Jordan and Ellie, but his covert activities arouse Jordan’s suspicions. Could he have been involved with the woman’s disappearance?

Plagued by unanswered questions, Jordan trusts the wrong man. Now, she and Ellie are running for their lives. Will her survival skills save them or result in a fight she can’t win?

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Gloria Ferris is a former procedure writer for a nuclear power plant who now writes mysteries, both paranormal and humorous. Corpse Flower won the Unhanged Arthur Ellis Award in 2010, and her first novel, Cheat the Hangman (published 2011), was shortlisted in 2009 for the same award. Gloria lives in Guelph, Ontario.

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Excerpt: Targeted (by (author) Donna Warner & Gloria Ferris)


A hand pushed aside the blossoms of a red ginger shrub and aimed high-powered binoculars at La Ceiba beach. It was the perfect spot. Close enough to watch and listen, yet far enough away to avoid being detected.

Tourists spilled from the sweltering airport buses. Excited voices carried snippets of conversations about their impending arrival at one of the most exclusive holiday destinations in Honduras--the Barefoot Bay resort on Roatán Island.

A young woman with dark hair bunched into a ponytail and long, bare legs jumped from the top step of the bus. She dropped her tote and waited for her companion to descend.

The second woman was petite and curvaceous, with hair the color of fire. Her ivory skin appeared luminous under the bright sun. They wound their way through a knot of fellow travelers to stand under the spotty shade of a palm tree.

The watcher with the binoculars tracked their movements.

Shouts from the bus driver dragged the women’s attention from the magnificent view of the Caribbean Sea. They watched with amusement as the driver hollered and signalled until he captured the attention of two Honduran teens sitting on an idling ATV hitched to a cart. The boys drove over and dismounted at the open luggage bay. With a noticeable lack of enthusiasm, they began tossing suitcases. Some hit the cart, others landed with a thud on the hot, white sand.

The brunette turned to her friend. “Look on the bright side, Ellie. At least your luggage won’t be dented.”

“Very funny, Jordan. I can’t believe the airline lost my frigging luggage.” Ellie dropped her bag to unfasten the lower buttons on her filmy yellow blouse. Grabbing the bottom ends, she savagely twisted the material into a knot.

Jordan patted her arm. “I’m sure it will turn up before the day is over. Meanwhile, my clothes are yours.”

“Thanks. Good thing I have my bikini, a couple of pairs of thongs, and my toothbrush in my carry on.”

“That’s all you’ll need, my friend.”

The binoculars lingered on the swell of fabric above the red head’s bare midriff.

The driver slammed the luggage bin and shouted to the anxious tourists, “Señoras y señores, you must wait there for the ferry boat to Roatán.” He pointed a stubby, nicotine-stained finger toward the dock. “It should be here in quince minutos.”

“What did he say?” Ellie asked as she picked up her tote.

A fellow traveller, standing nearby, overheard the question. He strolled over to Ellie.

The binoculars swivelled to the male intruder.

“The chap said the ferry would be here in fifteen minutes.” The man’s lopsided smile magically transformed Ellie’s funk over her lost luggage to awareness of an attractive male.

“I’m Darcy Piermont.” There was muscle under the man’s expensive clothes. Tattoos snaked along his forearms and calves. He had rugged, clean-shaven features and his blond hair was short on the back and sides, while the top was two inches longer and gelled into a short, spikey mohawk.

Ellie smiled widely and moved closer to the man, while Jordan simply nodded a greeting.

Fingers tightened on the binoculars. A flash of sunlight reflected off the lenses as they slowly withdrew. The scarlet blossoms shuddered then fell back into place.

© 2015 by Donna Warner & Gloria Ferris

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