With eleven missing women to find and six high-profile burglary cases to solve, the last thing Detective Nathan McNamara needs in his life is one more complication. And that's exactly what his recent one-night stand is becoming-complicated. With his heinous lieutenant breathing down his neck for answers and his accidental girlfriend dropping hints for a commitment, Nathan is realizing that his career and his bachelor status are both on the line. When the burglary cases suddenly escalate to homicide, Nathan must put everything else aside to stop the killer. But this is easier said than done when the blonde from the bar repeatedly shows up at his doorstep and enlists his own mother against him. Now he's more convinced than ever that his job hangs in the balance and that the Surgeon General's warning on the whiskey bottle should include something about women. The Detective is part of THE SOUL SUMMONER Series. Book one of the series is available on WATTPAD.

In the era where swords rule, where women consider their modesty their greatest virtue. Where a man would kill to find his wife warming another mans bed, a time when women would consider it the greatest of adultery or fornication to warm a bed other than her husbands. A time when an honorable man guards his gaze, for his gaze is solely for his wife alone, as well as his heart. He's feared, ruthless, cold, heartless, manipulative, cunning, a rake. Or so they assume... She's beautiful yet silent, not by a defect, she simply dislikes to mingle with gossip.Yet she has emotional scars that no one sees behind her smile, but a few. Cover by @forcade

"I don't know of the world, or even of the things in front of me" were the only words I could say in response to what she had asked me. I honestly wished I had something else to say to her, but I didn't. It was hard sitting there watching her gaze at me through her glasses, trying to see what I thought and understand my twitch; they were my twitches not hers. I watched as she sighed, lowered her fountain pen, and and took off her glasses. I held her gaze, again. "Are you sure you are ready to talk about what happened Ms.Trace?" All I could do was take in a ragged breath. "...yes...".

She didn't know who she was, nor who she wanted to be. It wasn't until that moment under the great oak tree that she found herself; her true self. ***I'm terrible with descriptions, especially since I don't know where this is going. Just read, if you don't like it I hope you find something that you do. *