Jack's missing and I'm the only person who can find him.
To find Jack, I will have to be willing to enter a world where goodness and faith can not exist and sunlight is consumed by the shadows. Where I’ll have to give myself over the cruelty and power and become suspicion itself. And I wonder if my soul is up to the task or if I’ll come back like the very people I’ve been running from my whole life.
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Early praise for Mi Familia, Part II.
"An addictive series that is a non-stop adrenaline overload that I'm thrilled to recommend to others."Genre: FICTION / Romance / Suspense
Mi Familia has outsold all my other books. It is a 3 part series. I would need the same translator for all three parts. Each part is an continuation of the last part. Same characters, same story. The entire series is a little over 115k long.
The first book has consistently sold over $1000 US dollars every month since release with a higher than normal sell thru of the entire series.
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The room spins as my mind trips over the only two words I heard. “I’m sorry, ‘compromising position’? I know you think I’m poor white-trash with only a fifth-grade reading level, so why don’t you do us both a favor and explain your ten-cent word choice. What do you mean by ‘compromising position’?”
At least she has the decency to chew on her bottom lip. I decide, right then and there, if she gets lipstick on her teeth, I won’t tell her. “I was thinking we could make up the story of you being desperate for money…” Her voice trails off, embarrassed.
So that’s why she came to me. I’m the only poor person she knows. I sit back and cross my arms in front of me. “And I’m soooo desperate that I…” I wait for her to fill in the blank.
“Are willing to apply for a job at Emilio's club. But just apply,” she assures me. “Not to take the job or anything, but when you go in for the interview, simply take a look around and tell me what you see.”
My gaping mouth must say it all since she rushes forward. “I’ll pay you. A sizable sum, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
I shake my head, still confused. “If that’s what I’m worried—what?” Then realization rips through me, and I sit straight up as if the back of my chair has just been set on fire. Bear, sensing my agitation, begins to whine at my side. “And what job exactly do you suppose I apply for?”
“The exotic dancer position.”
Because not only am I the poorest person she knows, but also the closest one to being a stripper.