Unfair Advantage
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Original - Misc › -Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
33
Views:
3,574
Reviews:
66
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Unfair Advantage
Dani Richards' life as a Manhattan advertising executive ended in a screeching crash of metal and glass. The car accident that put her into a coma changed everything. She returned to the world with a terrifying new ability. She could see and speak to the dead, touch the living and share their memories and thoughts.
She liquidated every asset, severed ties and vanished into a small rural town. Living quietly, she has slowly made a new life. But, a monster has begun killing children. Manhattan's streets are his hunting ground. He defies profiling attempts, displays horrible efficiency and talent for what he does. Dani fears her abilities coming into the public eye. Still, she's compelled to help.
With Detective Roarke Larkin, she thrusts herself into the supernatural world she'd fought to avoid. Using her as the spearhead, they begin a quest to find the killer through his victims. Dani must learn to harness and control her abilities while the clock ticks. Any day another child may disappear. Any moment she could face a spirit as violent as any living attacker. Any second, the one they seek may discover she's the authorities' best chance at catching him, and decide to make her his next target.
PROLOGUE
Late summer
New York City, New York
Danielle Richards waited until the three VideoCom representatives departed, pressed ‘talk’ on her speakerphone box. “Rex, did you hear that?”
“Yes, Miss Richards.” The intercom switched off. Her assistant entered via the conference room doors. “Forsythe, Tattersal, and Willowby is courting our eighteen million-dollar-a-year client.”
Danielle glanced out over the Central Park view. Then back to her computer’s readout. “That account is a crown jewel. We don’t want them taking their marketing elsewhere.” She tapped her silk-wrap manicured nails lightly on the polished surface of her seventeenth-century fruit wood desk. “Send the CEO a few bottles of Mouton-Rothchild. Forty-nine, if we still have any. Invite him, the board and their lawyers to spend a week on our island.”
“Yes, Miss Richards.”
“Make certain our girls there get a printout on every one of them. We want those men smiling when they think of this firm.” Danielle hated to leave the office before six. But, she’d put Steven - her sort of fiancé - off for almost a month. She’d promised to spend the weekend with him at his farm. “Rex, page my driver.”
Danielle resented having to rusticate at her boyfriend’s Connecticut property. And as she sat in the back of the Rolls, she wondered if indulging Steven’s - or any man’s for the matter - old-fashioned ideas about romance were worth it. She’d never made any pretense about what she wanted from him. Sex and high-quality arm candy. Still he pushed for a formal engagement, sent flowers and negotiated for these exceedingly dull getaways.
Maybe the time had come to cut her losses and move forward.
She considered that during the drive.
A crack of thunder preceded another wave of rain. It pelted the car, sounding almost like rough surf. Even the weather in this godforsaken little rural area proved inconvenient and irritating.
Maybe ten minutes later, Doug lowered the glass partition. “Miss Richards this rain’s so bad, I can hardly see.”
“Excuse I needed,” she replied. “I saw a B&B sign back about a mile. Let’s get a couple rooms and return to civilization first thing tomorrow.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He slowed the car at an intersection, made two lefts. Water gathered around the merged roads.
Danielle saw the headlights coming at them an instant before her driver. She screamed. Doug yanked the wheel and she heard the engine rev.
The impact didn’t surprise her as much as the noise. Screeching metal, shattering glass. An unbearably loud roar, human screams. She felt herself tossed about. White light exploded in her head.
Then brilliance faded to warm sunshine. She found herself standing in a flower-strewn field, surrounded by people she knew were dead.
She liquidated every asset, severed ties and vanished into a small rural town. Living quietly, she has slowly made a new life. But, a monster has begun killing children. Manhattan's streets are his hunting ground. He defies profiling attempts, displays horrible efficiency and talent for what he does. Dani fears her abilities coming into the public eye. Still, she's compelled to help.
With Detective Roarke Larkin, she thrusts herself into the supernatural world she'd fought to avoid. Using her as the spearhead, they begin a quest to find the killer through his victims. Dani must learn to harness and control her abilities while the clock ticks. Any day another child may disappear. Any moment she could face a spirit as violent as any living attacker. Any second, the one they seek may discover she's the authorities' best chance at catching him, and decide to make her his next target.
PROLOGUE
Late summer
New York City, New York
Danielle Richards waited until the three VideoCom representatives departed, pressed ‘talk’ on her speakerphone box. “Rex, did you hear that?”
“Yes, Miss Richards.” The intercom switched off. Her assistant entered via the conference room doors. “Forsythe, Tattersal, and Willowby is courting our eighteen million-dollar-a-year client.”
Danielle glanced out over the Central Park view. Then back to her computer’s readout. “That account is a crown jewel. We don’t want them taking their marketing elsewhere.” She tapped her silk-wrap manicured nails lightly on the polished surface of her seventeenth-century fruit wood desk. “Send the CEO a few bottles of Mouton-Rothchild. Forty-nine, if we still have any. Invite him, the board and their lawyers to spend a week on our island.”
“Yes, Miss Richards.”
“Make certain our girls there get a printout on every one of them. We want those men smiling when they think of this firm.” Danielle hated to leave the office before six. But, she’d put Steven - her sort of fiancé - off for almost a month. She’d promised to spend the weekend with him at his farm. “Rex, page my driver.”
Danielle resented having to rusticate at her boyfriend’s Connecticut property. And as she sat in the back of the Rolls, she wondered if indulging Steven’s - or any man’s for the matter - old-fashioned ideas about romance were worth it. She’d never made any pretense about what she wanted from him. Sex and high-quality arm candy. Still he pushed for a formal engagement, sent flowers and negotiated for these exceedingly dull getaways.
Maybe the time had come to cut her losses and move forward.
She considered that during the drive.
A crack of thunder preceded another wave of rain. It pelted the car, sounding almost like rough surf. Even the weather in this godforsaken little rural area proved inconvenient and irritating.
Maybe ten minutes later, Doug lowered the glass partition. “Miss Richards this rain’s so bad, I can hardly see.”
“Excuse I needed,” she replied. “I saw a B&B sign back about a mile. Let’s get a couple rooms and return to civilization first thing tomorrow.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He slowed the car at an intersection, made two lefts. Water gathered around the merged roads.
Danielle saw the headlights coming at them an instant before her driver. She screamed. Doug yanked the wheel and she heard the engine rev.
The impact didn’t surprise her as much as the noise. Screeching metal, shattering glass. An unbearably loud roar, human screams. She felt herself tossed about. White light exploded in her head.
Then brilliance faded to warm sunshine. She found herself standing in a flower-strewn field, surrounded by people she knew were dead.