by Liza O’Connor
Contemporary Romance Suspense with Humor
Favorite line: I would much rather have good dead parents, than live evil ones.
Molly Brown always faces life with a smile, even when a frightening thug is intent upon killing her. At first, Detective Sean Cushing finds Molly’s cheery disposition unnatural, especially when he discovers the seriousness of her injuries. When she asks for police protection, he instead offers her a job and home being a nanny to his five-year-old daughter, hoping her cheery disposition can pull his child from her dark hole of misery. Never did he expect he’d be proposing marriage within a day, but life has a way of going in odd directions when Molly Brown is involved.
“Hi there. Sorry to bother you,” Molly Brown said as she flashed her smile. “Could you call 911 and tell them a scary man is following me?”
The man in a tailored suit, talking on his phone, stopped and stared as Molly continued weaving through the tourists and New Yorkers moving down Broadway. She saw a young man up ahead and thought he might help. “Hello, could you call 911 for me?” she asked as she beamed him her dimpled grin. “There’s a very scary guy following me.”
The guy slowed and looked behind him while Molly moved on.
“Hi,” she said to a woman, who frowned and moved away from her.
She rather missed her childhood when her smile could get her anything she wanted. Now it was hit or miss, and today was clearly a miss.
“Sorry to bother you, but could you call 911?” she asked another businessman, giving him her sweetest smile. “There’s a big scary guy following me.” He frowned at her and moved away, continuing the conversation he was on.
Today, it seemed her smile wasn’t working at all.
If only she had her own phone. But she’d lost her job as a photocopy salesgirl a week ago and along with it, her very nice cell phone. She tried to get them to let her keep it as a souvenir, but her boss just gripped his forehead and shook his head.
“That’s a lovely red scarf you have,” she said to a bag lady. “I bet you have a phone.”
The woman hugged her bag and sped up.
Molly matched her stride. “I think everyone deserves to have a phone. I used to have one, but now all I have is a scary guy following me. Could you call 911 and let them know?” She finished her request with a smile.
The wheezing sound she’d been running from, then jogging, and now walking from was getting louder, alerting her that she needed to make shorter requests, or the big scary guy was going to catch her.
In desperation, she shortened her plea as she sped up her pace. “Will someone call 911? A big scary man is following me. Anyone?” She still smiled, but no longer made eye contact with the people she passed. She just smiled and repeated her plea as she rushed as fast as her pulled muscles could move her, desperate to get away from the wheezing scary guy.
Getting help on a NYC street is not always easy...
Lots of weird people walk the streets
And sadly, Molly appears to be one of them.
NOTE: EACH BOOK OF THIS SERIES STANDS ALONE.
Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.
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