Dive into a dark and dangerous world with the crime thriller series that is "Hard to put down,” (Reader's Favorite) and introduces "One bad-ass and smart heroine." (Amazon Reviewer).
Meet Katerina Mills. She needs fourteen thousand dollars in fourteen days. Desperate, she takes a job as a “fixer” for New York City’s wealthy and powerful men. The jobs seem simple: follow a rich man’s wife, recover a missing VHS tape. With the help of master thief Alexander Winter, Kat Mills might just get the hang of this job . . . but the simplest job can be the most dangerous.
“I’m looking for this piece,” she said, thrusting the picture of the cabinet at him.
Winter glanced up after taking a sip of tea. He shrugged. “You want to steal that?”
“I don’t want to steal it. I don’t want to steal anything. I need to know how I can get into the house to see this piece…I need you to tell me how to do that.”
Winter let out a chuckle. “Try the 92nd Street Y. Maybe they’ve added B and E for Beginners to their course list.”
A bolt of anger spiked within her. “Did Doc mention that I’m serious?”
Winter nodded. “He said you were an earnest, intelligent, and enterprising young woman. Where are you from?”
“Somewhere over the rainbow,” she snapped. “What does it matter?”
“You’re a beautiful girl, Katerina. Surely you can find a less dangerous, more pleasant way to earn a living.”
“Not an option,” she said.
“Then take my advice, earnest, intelligent, enterprising young woman—pack up Toto and head back to Kansas. This is not the place for you.”
“Not an option,” she repeated.
“The Fixer: The Killing Kind (The Fixer – Katerina Mills Book 2) by Jill Amy Rosenblatt is every bit as good, if not better, than the first book in the series. Even more action is packed into this edge-of-your-seat tale as Kat leads us on another thrilling journey.” Readers’ Favorite Book Reviews
“Katerina, you can’t live two lives. One will destroy the other.”
Kat’s back and in over her head with cops, criminals, and killers. A missing, prized Porsche, a rock star writer with writer’s block, and a cop with designs on Kat are just the beginning. Add in a mob boss, a hit man, and master thief Alexander Winter, ready to tutor Kat in all things criminal. But, Kat’s first assignment is about to come back to haunt her, a deadly enemy who’s closer than she thinks.
Katerina woke up to an aching pain in the upper right side of her back. She found herself in an easy chair more suited for flanking a fireplace in a cozy den instead of the dimly lit, frigid warehouse she was in. A folding chair sat opposite her. A man, built like an immovable object, stood nearby.
She struggled to get up.
The man held up one hand, a gesture for her to sit back.
Katerina did as he suggested.
The squealing of metal announced the opening of a door. Carrying a styrofoam cup in one hand, the man from Bryant Park came in.
“How are you, sweet pea, you okay?” he asked as he held out the cup.
“I have a headache,” she said.
“Don’t worry about that, angel.”
“Said the man who doesn’t have a headache,” Katerina muttered, grasping the cup with both hands.
The man laughed. “You’re a good sport.” He turned to the enforcer. “Carlo, you could smile you know. You’re going to scare the pretty girl. What’s the matter with you?”
Carlo settled for taking a step backward and left it at that.
“He means no harm.”
Katerina felt certain “means no harm” was a fluid term, subject to change at a moment’s notice.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“You can call me Vincent.”
The fog in Kat’s mind continued to burn off, leaving a growing panic in its wake.
“Vincent, what do you want to talk to me about?”
A man in a black cashmere coat stepped out of the shadows. “I want to have a chat,” he said.
Carlo snapped to attention, like an NCO whose commanding officer just appeared.
The man sat down on the folding chair. He had a Mediterranean complexion and a full head of black hair. Katerina thought he might be in his fifties. He crossed one leg over the other, laying his hands one over the other on one knee. His nails were manicured, clipped and clean. She caught a scent of aftershave, fresh and cool.
“My name is Anthony Desucci.”
He smiled and waited.
It took Kat less than a minute to make the connection. Philip had mentioned that name. More than once. Her blood pressure rose as her heart sank. Mobbed up Anthony Desucci. Philip had bragged that the Mob was done. Arrests. Convictions. Competition. They were down and out, a thing of the past. Not from where I’m sitting.
Katerina Mills is getting out . . . Desperate to escape a psychotic client, a vengeful mobster, and a dirty DEA agent, Kat Mills takes one last job to for the biggest score yet, enough money to get lost for good. When master thief Alexander Winter reappears in her life, Kat must face a new choice: go it alone or risk everything to be with the one person she doesn’t want to live without.
The chill in the night air snaked its way inside Alexander Winter, tormenting him as he pulled his phone from his pocket and scrolled. The raw need to tap on the arm of his chair gnawed at him. He continued to grip the phone with a light touch, paying studious attention to the texts.
“She done? Are the pictures in?”
Winter nodded. “He probably took her phone by now. They need to be deleted.”
“Hey, that software will work, believe me. He won’t find a thing. Hundred percent.” Clay paused. “Look, I like you.”
Winter chuckled.
“I don’t want you to have a problem with Mikhailovich because I get into the museum first. Mikhailovich is a real bad guy. He’s connected all the way up to the top in the Kremlin.”
“You told me,” Winter said with a shrug.
Clay’s cell phone buzzed. He connected the call and listened, and then turned his head, gazing out across the water into the distance.
“We have a little problem,” Clay said to Winter. Winter shot up in his seat, staring out across the bay.
“They’ve got her on the dock,” Clay said. “She’s being moved.” “Shit.” Winter’s jaw clenched so tight his teeth began to ache.
***
A bodyguard had hustled Katerina past the guests drifting in and out of the house, ushering her to the dock and onto a small boat. The engine revved and the vessel moved out of the channel.
Shivering in the night, the salty air clinging to her skin, Katerina spied two small yachts; and behind them a super yacht.
***
When they pulled up alongside, a bear of a man grasped Kat’s hand, hoisting her on board. The chilled, whipping wind curled around her, making her teeth chatter. One of the men took her by the arm, hustling her inside.
Ushering her through an entry hall lined with gold leaf, a bodyguard deposited Katerina, without ceremony, in a large bedroom. His bedroom. She forced her most innocent smile and he left without a word, closing the door behind him. Standing in the center of the room, Kat sucked in deep gulps of air, trying in vain to quell the panic threatening to engulf her. She stared at the king-sized bed covered with a purple satin quilt and shimmery silk sheets. Winter’s words echoed in her head as the bile rose in her throat. I won’t be able to come for you.
There’s no way out.
The story continues in The Good Criminal – Part One
“This heart-thumping, page-turner is absolutely addictive! I couldn’t put The Fixer: The Good Criminal down!” A Book Junkie Reviews
Living a dangerous double life, Katerina is caught between a psychotic former client and the cop trying to bring him down. Time is running out for Kat to save the killer’s next target before it’s too late – the man she loves.