Murder for Kicks
Mollie Fenwick Mystery Series: Book 2

By: J.K. Maze | Other books by J.K. Maze
Categories: Mainstream Romance, Contemporary, Gothic, Paranormal
Word Count: 10,330
Heat Level: SIZZLING
Published By: Red Rose Publishing

 

Determined to avoid problems because of being psychic, Mollie tells Detective Bartholomew about her vision of a kidnapping. Because she has no details, he can’t investigate and Mollie sets out to get those details herself. Discovering the kidnapping site is in front of a martial arts studio, she signs up for a class, only to get entangled in the middle of a murder mystery and once again become a target of a killer.

Desperate to find the kidnapping victim and to learn the identity of her would-be killer, she again enlists the help of Lt. Bartholomew and Jack Wolf, the ex-special forces Native American, adding another cop, Jackson. After several harrowing experiences and several attempts on her life, Mollie unearths the killer. Mollie might have been honest about her visions this time, but has she learned when to draw the line at investigating on her own? Time will tell.







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Murder for Kicks
Murder for Kicks

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Excerpt

Henrietta and I sat at her kitchen table at one-thirty, enjoying a lasagna she’d made the night before. Along with a salad I promised myself I’d get the recipe for, I was sure I’d be set for the day. Maybe soup at night, if anything.

Who am I kidding? Unless I was bound and gagged, I’d never miss a meal.

“You’re a day late with what you were going to talk to me about, Mollie.” She frowned, but the sparkle in her eyes gave her away.

“Yeah, I got stuck at Bartholomew’s when I got home.”

“Too bad,” she said, with a mischievous grin on her face, accompanied by a wink. “You ready to enlighten me?”

“I sure am, but let’s get these dishes in the dishwasher first.”

Not to be deterred, she refilled our coffee cups and sat down, so I told her about the clairvoyant episode I’d had the day before yesterday.”

“I thought Bartholomew told you to inform him immediately if that happened again.”

“I did, but there’s nothing to go on. There hasn’t been a crime committed that we actually know of, nor do we know the name of the victim, or if it even happened yet. It was different last time when I came home to a body.” Shivers danced down my spine at the memory. “The only thing I do know for sure is it happened, or will happen, outside a strip mall.” I sat forward, my hands gripping the edge of her table. “Henrietta, I found the mall. It’s the one we were at yesterday.”

“You’re kidding, and how do you know it’s the right one?”

There wasn’t anything unusual about her question, but the way she asked was right up there with major excitement. Her eyes were shining, her words almost running together, she spoke so rapidly.

“I saw the house across the street in the vision, and the mailboxes right in front of the place. Henrietta, this is going to sound insane, but I’m thinking of taking a class in kickboxing so I can spend some time at that mall, maybe find out about that woman. What could it hurt? Self-defense is a necessity these days anyway.”

“How much does it cost?

For answer, I took the brochure from The Eastern Way out of my purse and handed it to her.

“That’s not bad. We could take the beginner’s class at the special rate they’re offering. If we decide by the end of the first week it’s not for us, we don’t need to pay a cent.”

“We?”

“You don’t think I’m going to let you do it alone, do you?”

I grinned at her and we did the high five.