She only had one night with him. Then she had to disappear. 

Jessica had always been the good girl. She did what she was supposed to do, was kind to others, and always put her job ahead of her personal life. Which was why she was still single at thirty-three, even though she’d been lusting over her boss’s baby brother for years. She finally got a date with him, two to be exact. And then she found her best friend. Dead. 

Braden thought his firefighter friends were joking when they said his date was on the TV, but they weren’t. Jessica, his Jessica, was wanted for murder? She wouldn’t hurt a soul, especially not her best friend. But she was missing. His calls went straight to voicemail. She hadn’t shown up to work. Innocent people didn’t run. 

The only way to clear Jessica’s name is to expose whoever set her up. Without resources and with the entire city looking for her. Jessica doesn’t know where to start, but she’s willing to fight to find the truth…and justice. 

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Excerpt from Framed

Jessica carried her meager items to the register and handed over a few bills. The cashier turned her nose up at Jessica. Yeah, six days without a shower was worse than six days without a real meal. 

Jessica grabbed her items and stuffed them in her purse, once more grateful for the oversized item she always carried. She pushed through the door and turned toward the park. If she was lucky, she’d find a bench to sit on for a little while. 

She’d gone a few more blocks when she heard footsteps behind her. Fast ones. Running. Right toward her. 

Panic climbed in her throat. Fear swamped her. The one thing her oversized bag didn’t have was a weapon, something she really needed to remedy. Braden told her she should carry something. Taylor said the same thing. But Jessica thought being attacked once bought her some karma or something and she didn’t have to worry. 

No such luck. 

Jessica knew she wouldn’t be able to outrun whoever was coming toward her. The only thing she could do was fight. Fight back and fight hard. 

She turned toward the footsteps, grabbing her purse by the straps. She might not have a weapon, but her purse would hurt at least a little. 

“Jessica!” a man’s voice said. 

She was about to swing, but something told her not to. Something… “Braden?” 

“Oh, thank God I found you! I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Come on.” Braden stepped into the light, looking like every last fantasy Jessica had for the last six days and six nights. 

She never thought she’d see him again. But it was bitter sweet to have him there. If he found her, other people could, too. “I can’t. You have to go.” 

“I’m not leaving you on the street. Stacey told me—” 

“She told you?” 

“She told me you’re innocent. And that you’re alone. Why didn’t you come to me?” 

“Would you have believed me?” Jessica asked. She needed the answer, but she wasn’t sure she was going to like it. Braden was a good man, the best. He was honest and kind and understanding. But he was also the kind of guy who trusted the system and lived by the book. 

And the look on his face told Jessica his answer before he opened his mouth. “I don’t know.”