“The excitement starts with the first page and leaves you wanting more.” ~ Einsam
“I’ve read all three Raina Sun novels and now feel like she’s a friend I’m catching up with who gets into the craziest situations that I can’t wait to hear about! Keep writing Anne!” ~ NWB
From inside the book:
The doorbell rang as Raina folded the last of the reusable shopping bags. She hurried to the front door and peered through the peephole. A man in a bicycle helmet held a clipboard. His messenger bag bulged with packages and letters.
She opened the door. “Can I help you?”
The courier glanced at his clipboard. “Raina Sun?”
Her eyes widened. Was she being served? Who did she piss off recently? “I am she.”
He pointed to a blank spot on the form. “Sign here, please.”
She signed and was rewarded with a small cardboard box. “Who is this from?”
The courier bounced down the stairs and unlocked his bike. “Check the return address,” he called over his shoulder and took off.
Raina glanced at the smudged return address. She couldn’t make out anything other than it was from someone in the city. A sense of déjà vu settled over her and her stomach flipped with unease. The last time she’d encountered a package from an unknown sender, it had exploded, covering her from head to toe in pink slime.
She closed the door and returned to the kitchen, gingerly placing the package on the island. The lucky cat clock ticked, its little plastic eyes and tail swaying back and forth to the seconds. She took a deep breath. This was not a repeat of the last time. No one was trying to curse her. With a package knife in her hand, she reached for the box.
The phone rang. A loud piercing cha-ling-a-ling.
Raina jumped and dropped the knife. She abandoned the task and picked up the phone. “Hello?”
All she got was a dial tone. If this was a B-rated horror movie, she was determined not to end up playing the dead bimbo. She returned the phone to the cradle. The silence in the kitchen was deafening. No creaking floorboards. No TV in the background. Her stomach churned at the realization that she was in the old Victorian by herself.
Raina snatched the phone. “Hello,” she barked into the receiver. “Hello.”
It had to be one of the teenage girls who had a crush on her younger brother prank calling. Her hands shook when she returned the phone to the cradle.
Raina swiveled her head, glancing at the hallway that led to the front door. The doorknob rattled. Someone was determined to get into the house.