wrote her first mystery with her best friend in fourth grade. She wrote, the
friend illustrated. It also had a cute boy in it with spiky hair (because that
was the style back then). Not much has changed. She loves mysteries. She loves
romance. She loves suspense. She loves action, adventure and comedy. But she
wants it to have a happy ending.
up moving all around the United States, Amey loves writing about different
places. In her books, she explores the whole world.
was always trying new things. She played violin, drums, flute, piano, all
before she was sixteen. She also discovered she didn’t have much talent for music.
her what she wanted to be when she grew up, she was afraid to tell them she
wanted to be a writer because she didn’t know how to write.
grateful for her Sophomore year Honor’s English teacher who gave her a star and
five points (out of five!) for Voice on her personal essay. Otherwise, she
wouldn’t have had enough courage to pursue writing.
In her spare
time, she adopts stray furniture left on the side of the road, fixes it up and
gives it a new look and home. Amey lives with her husband and three children
near Austin, TX.
year-old investigative journalist, Andy Miller is armed with her many disguises
and creativity to take down the riff-raff of Saint Louis. When her stepbrother
is murdered by the mob, Andy soon discovers she’s out of her depth.
Donaldson who has reasons of his own for discovering the murderer. He’ll use
everything in his power to achieve that, including lying to Andy about his
past. Dangerous as he is attractive, his martial arts skills and his quirky
ways raise Andy’s suspicions.
balks at his lies, Hugh’s charms, twenty-inch biceps, and electrifying blue
eyes are difficult to resist. Striking out on their own, Hugh and Andy try to
outwit each other as they traverse North America tracking down people connected
to the case.
disappear and the body count climbs, Andy and Hugh must trust each other and
use their combined skills to bring the murderer to justice.
giving her a deep stare. His eyes had a depth Andy had never seen before.
Knowledge and understanding and something else in those pupils.
you, you know.”
follow her.
her. She thrust a hand to his chest. Rock solid. “Don’t. I could take you down
if I had to.”
started at one side of his mouth, before spreading to the other. “Goodnight,
then.” With a salute to her, he marched backward. When he rounded the corner
out of sight, Andy found her phone and dialed Carla.
you.”
your mom want?”
rubber masks rushed Andy, sliding up beside her, grabbing her phone and purse.
She immediately let go of the burner phone, but her tote! Everything she needed
was in there.
a fight.
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