Blake Holmes

Blake Holmes

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Blake Holmes is special. She is the great great granddaughter of the famous consulting detective Sherlock Holmes, whom her grandmother used to tell her stories of, but she never believed. Now her Grandmother has died from cancer, and left Blake her apartment and possessions as her own. One night Blake discovers evidence of Sherlock's existence, and her whole life is thrown into turmoil. When her best friend Jackie Watson's little sister is kidnapped by a mysterious stranger with the key to Blake's past, it's up to her and her new found Sherlock solving skills to save the day and bring back Jackie's sister. Can she do it? Grab your deerstalkers and pipes and find out!
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All is well in Patty's life until her best friend goes missing. No note. No texts, just got up and was gone the next day. People say she ran off with some guy, or was hiding because she was pregnant with notorious bad boy, that Patty never seemed to like, Jasper Mckinley's child. Some say, she's dead. Patty denies all of it. She knew Jasmine like the back of her hand and she was convinced she did not run away or fell in a ditch somewhere. A year has passed. But she never stopped believing her best friend was still alive. So what happens when a stranger suddenly sends her flowers with notes about things only Jasmine and her would know? And she finds herself asking for help from the very guy she suspects? Everything starts to become a game. For every flower delivered to her doorstep, the chances of finding her best friend alive, decreases.

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