Teen searches for her missing brother and uncovers a startling conspiracy in the magical underbelly of New York City.
With some beyond-the-grave assistance from her dad, eighteen-year-old MIRANDA CUNNINGHAM, telekinetic expert and kick boxer turned private investigator, searches for missing persons in Kroy Wen City, the magical underbelly of Manhattan. She joins forces with an attractive Samson-like strong man and a ditzy antiquities expert to uncover just what technicians are draining from the city’s young people and why.
My writing experience includes short stories published in PALM PRINTS, the University of South Florida’s writer’s journal and online at RIVERWALK; first place in paranormal romance category, the Virginia Romance Writers of America; attendance at several writers’ conferences; participation in creative writing courses, and membership in online fantasy and mystery critique groups.
THE MISSING is a young adult urban fantasy complete at 92,000 words.
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The hush that settled over the late night crowd when I stepped into Turtles nightclub should have tipped me off.
The smells of stale beer and rank body odors pushed their way up my nose, and the sound of my heels clicking across the gritty floor echoed in my ears.
I’d come to Turtles for an appointment, venturing into the magical underbelly of New York City called Kroy Wen. Private investigators have to take a lot of risks. Comes with the territory. At least that’s what my dad taught me.
I peered through the darkness. Somewhere inside, my client should be waiting for me. Good thing I looked older than my18 years or I’d be thrown out, investigator on a case or not.
“What are you looking for?” The deep voice had that nonhuman quality of paper rattling against a drainage pipe.
“Trouble,” would have been my response with friends. Here, I could feel the tension in the room building, so I held back.
I took a few steps toward the voice, hoping he really wanted to help, but worrying he didn’t. “Manasuko?
“Come straight ahead. Ask the bartender.” In the dim light I saw a hand or what could pass for one waving me on.
He had to be Seducca, a clan of nasties that had been taking over this part of the city.
They played by their own rules but I had a few ways to defend myself.