Tracie Peterson Series Novels & Stories

"And you tell Dante the moment he has his phone back." "The moment," she says, and then her voice shifts, pulled slightly away from the phone, and I hear her chair creak again and then her fingers on the keyboard, fast, and then a pause and more typing, and I wait because I know that particular typing rhythm by now, it's the rhythm of something coming up on the screen that she didn't expect. "Hold on," she says. "What?" "I've been running a passive trace on Peterson's mobile since this morning, the number from his MediSupply employee file, and it just..." More typing. "It just returned a live location ping."

” You were expecting this conversation. “I was hoping for it,” he said and there was clear relief that felt like her choice actually mattered to him. “I didn’t want to push you toward it then you had to come to me because this isn’t my war and I can help you fight it but you have to be the one to decide it’s worth fighting for.” — He wrote two names on the page. Sloane leaned forward a little, reading them. “Petra is the private investigator,” she said. “She’s been working private cases for eleven years. She’s careful, fast and doesn’t share information she’s not paid to share.”

An hour was a long time to spend in a tiny store for nothing. A few minutes later, Tricia appeared from the house freshly showered, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. As though Tricia lived a secret life, she had completely erased the other persona and proceeded to pull more weeds from the flowerbed. Cassie shook her head in awe. Something happened in that pet store, she just knew it. No one puts that kind of effort into look sexy only to wash it all away a couple hours later. She called the office; Daniel picked up. "Tyler Investigations, how may I help you?" His accent made her swoon.

Josiah grimaces but the werebear keeps his mouth closed and eyeballs Travis. “Yes. Her,” He finally turns around. Dark angry eyes bore into me. I’ve never seen Travis this aggravated. As if he could explode at any moment. “I haven’t been able to get any answers from her. I need you to question her immediately.” “Who is she?” I curiously ask. Travis and Josiah share a look which only increases my curiosity. I’m taken aback by Travis’s one-word answer. “Petra.” he spits out between clenched teeth.

"Hey, Derrick, sleeping with a hooker has messed up your brain, huh? Speak with some sense. Now move. I’m leaving." "Sarah, wait!" Derrick continued to block my path. "Move!" I shouted as loud as I could. Startled by my yell, Derrick stepped aside. I quickly got into the car where Gillian and Sofia were already waiting. Joshua then drove us back to the apartment. - "Sarah, Peterson Group wants to collaborate with us. Their CEO, Troy Peterson, wants to meet you tonight." Bradley’s voice came through the phone. "What? Troy Peterson, the handsome young entrepreneur who’s gone viral, wants to meet me? Are you serious?" I asked in disbelief.

When the call connected, it was the voice of Cameron Dunn, Isabel's first love, that I heard through the speaker. "Oh. You're back, Jeremy? Izzy is in the shower," Cameron said. Before I could say anything, I heard a click, and the door was unlocked from the inside. Cameron cheerfully ushered me in. "It's my fault, Jeremy. I kept forgetting the password because of my poor memory, so Izzy changed the password to my birthday. You don't know when that is, right? I'll write it down for you later," Cameron offered. He was wearing a new set of pajamas, and his hair was still damp.

She was the ultimate dream girl who would stay up all night playing video games with him, who would cry over the phone line when his stomach flared up, and who would leave sweet, breathy voice notes calling him "Tris" Meanwhile, I, Serena Hayes—the actual Ms. Pierce—had spent the last three years playing the role of a textbook stepford wife. I cooked on time, ironed his suits on schedule, and lay perfectly still in bed when the lights went out. Other than "Okay", "Got it", and "Get some sleep", I barely said another word to him. Tristan sighed and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. From behind, he looked strangely lonely. "Serena, I tried," he said. "I really did. But every time I came h

She had the sleek appearance of the models that graced the face of the television screens. Whatever. She wasn't even in the mood to entertain any unnecessary visitors at the moment. After suffering two failures around the same time, she was exhausted in every way. All she wanted was a place to sit her butt down and strategies her next move. Detective Jackson Cooper started to explain who she was and what she was doing there but she'd barely heard a word he'd said. The lady moved to introduce herself to her while Detective Adams looked on passively. "Hello. I'm Emily Peterson." She smiled curtly. "I was a friend to the late Dre Sinclair. I understand that you arrested her boyfriend, Ronnie Ha

The restaurant was nearly empty, and we had just found a quiet corner when a voice rang out behind us, "What a coincidence! If it isn't my ex with the world's worst temper." That smug, mocking tone could only belong to Joshua Peterson—Tricia's recent ex-boyfriend. Tricia didn't even turn around. She simply rolled her eyes and snapped, "The temperamental woman in question is already seated. Could you be an eyesore somewhere else?" Joshua boldly squeezed in beside her and plopped down. I was used to the way they interacted by now. They couldn't speak to each other without sarcasm or barbs, just like a pair of true quarrelsome lovers.

"It wasn't love at first sight but after all, I was destined to fall for you. Jane…I am a con artist and I approached you with such intention. I knew you were Janet Clinton; Clinton Cole's daughter from the onset… of course, I did some background checks. I wanted the fun and I needed the dough." Jane groaned and her tears spilled. The truth was too painful to bear. Jeff left his seat and moved closer to her. "I'm... I mean... It's all in the beginning, you are so dare to me now and I…" "You wanted fun and the dough? Is that why you did that to my friend? Lisa Peterson! She is all I have but you crushed us!" Jane yelled bitterly. "What!?" Jeff yelled and staggered slightly. He fidgeted and to