Beneath the Silk
Author: Wendy Rosnau
HE COULD GO HEAD TO HEAD WITH THE DEVILBut fortunately that wasn't going to be necessary.
Because detective Jackson Ward, the New Orleans P.D.'s loose cannon—otherwise known as the chief's
biggest pain in the butt this side of the Cabildo—was suddenly reassigned. To his home territory in
Chicago. To clear the name of the chief's daughter in a murder mess so many layers deep that only
someone connected could be trusted with the job....When Sunni Blais was implicated in a mob-related
murder, even she knew she needed some help, pronto. But how could it possibly come from the drop-
dead gorgeous hunk who'd been dogging her every move since last week? Clearly, she was his target.
The question was...what would he do with her once he had her?
A typical day for me starts at 4:00 a.m. I work outside my home so I must write in the early morning. I
consume a pot of coffee before seven, and hopefully write 10 pages before I switch hats and prepare to
open the family bookstore.With teenagers in the house, breakfast is a buffet affair. The store opens by
10, so I pack my laptop, toss a little makeup on my face, and head to work. By late afternoon I switch
hats again, stopping off to do a few household errands, then it's another buffet for dinner. The dishwasher
on, a few loads of laundry in and out, and I'm ready for a glass of wine and a soak in a hot tub to
brainstorm tomorrow's 10 pages.Ideally, if I can get to bed by nine, my 4:00 a.m. writing schedule will be
met the next day.Ah, the life of a writer who wears too many hats.