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Finding lost artifacts? Not a problem.

Doing it with a too-cocky billionaire? Impossible.

Harleigh Sinclair and the Raiders of the Lost Ankh

The Harleigh Sinclair Series Book 1

by Tamara Grantham

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Adventure

Getting confessions from notorious serial killers? Easy.

Stealing priceless Egyptian artifacts? No problem.

Doing it with a cocky, too-handsome-for-his-own-good bad boy?

Impossible.

My name is Harleigh Sinclair, and I’m a Neotact. That’s a fancy word for a person who has special powers using touch. My special power? I can touch a person, see into their mind, and find any object they’ve physically contacted. Comes in handy when you’re employed by San Antonio’s wealthiest entrepreneur who’s in the business of finding lost relics. However, my job description does come with a few hitches.

My most recent client is a man named Jagg Ransom. He’s arrogant and too attractive for his own good. My mission is to purchase an ancient Egyptian ankh from him and deliver it to my boss. Sounds easy, right?

But Ransom refuses to cooperate, so I have no choice but to break into his apartment and steal the location of the amulet from his mind. Bad idea. Like, really bad idea.

I find out that this relic happens to be the relic that gave five percent of Earth’s population Neotact powers. I also learn that Ransom isn’t who he says he is, and I’m forced onto a path that will take me from my home in Texas to a hidden dungeon of a Scottish castle, and then into the heart of a deadly Egyptian desert. Finding the ankh is hard enough. Fighting my feelings for Jagg Ransom is worse.

If I can’t find the ankh in time, not only will I be out of a job, but I’ll lose everything I value—including my own life.

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HARLEIGH SINCLAIR AND THE RAIDERS OF THE LOST ANKH

CHAPTER THREE

Tamara Grantham

I waited near the bar at Bohanan’s, clenching my gloved hands, resisting the

urge to move the strands of hair tickling my cheeks. Lexi had curled it in

flowing waves, then styled it in a loose knot at the back of my neck,

carefully arranging a few curls to fall down my face. The scent of

hair product—natural botanical leave-in-conditioner, as Lexi had

informed me—left a light fragrant scent lingering in the air.

You had to give it to my sister, she was a genius when it came to fashion

and beauty. As I pulled at my skirt, my exposed legs felt cold in the air

conditioning. Sitting here waiting was wearing on me. He was supposed

to be here ten minutes ago. Where was this guy? Jagg Ransom.

Sounded like a con-artist or some rich schmuck. If he’d purchased

the amulet, he must’ve been.

I groaned under my breath. This evening couldn’t get over soon enough.

The host approached me. “Miss Sinclair, I have your table ready,

if you’ll follow me.”

Nodding, I sauntered appropriately while wearing heels. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t

know how to walk in them. Doing previous jobs for Greyson had given me

a certain amount of training, and I’d learned my way around a pair of stilettos.

Didn’t make me comfortable in them, but I could hold my own.

Soft conversations came from the people sitting around the tables

covered with white cloths. Lamps centered on each surface gave a muted

light to the space. The host stopped near a table by the back wall, but I politely

cleared my throat.

“Would it be too much trouble to be seated by the window?” I pointed to

an empty spot near the wall of glass overlooking Houston Street.

“No problem at all. This way.”

I followed him, then sat in the cushioned chair as he placed a menu

in front of me. I ordered breadsticks and a water. When he left, I peered

out the window. Round bulbs glowed around the historic Majestic

Theater sign across the street, and tall buildings rose in the distance

against a dark evening sky. A few people walked past.

It took something out of me to sit here and pretend to be someone I wasn’t.

Get the amulet’s location, I reminded myself. That’s all that matters.

My basket of breadsticks arrived, and I nibbled on one as I watched

people walk past outside. Ransom should’ve been easy enough to notice.

I’d spot his ride first. A Porsche or Lamborghini. Maybe a Lexus.

I’d know for sure when he stepped out of his car. Most likely he’d be

wearing a tailored suit. It wouldn’t be store bought. That wouldn’t

be his type. He’d wear a sensible monochromatic tie. Nothing too flashy.

His shoes would be the giveaway. They’d be recently polished, no scuffs,

no marks, nothing that would hint at spending any time outdoors or

walking through mud puddles. His shoes would tread only on the marble

tiles of billion-dollar estates.

A shadow loomed. My gaze wandered up to a mammoth of a man standing

over me.

“Sinclair?” he asked, his voice deep and laced with a dangerous edge.

I gave him a shrewd glare in an attempt to hide my surprise. “Ransom?”

I stood, berating myself for not recognizing him.

“Yeah,” he said casually, his tone bored and uninterested. “We meeting tonight?”

“We were meeting,” I answered. “Twenty minutes ago.”

He shrugged, looked past me, and grabbed a breadstick off the table.

“Damn I’m starving,” he said as he ripped off a bite with his teeth.

I watched him eat with one-part shock and another part disgust.

Who was this idiot? I stood tall and placed my hands on my hips,

though the top of my head barely reached his chin. He must’ve been

part Tongan or Samoan. His deeply tanned skin hinted at a life s

pent outdoors. Bleached brunette hair had been braided into cornrows

that hung down to his shoulders. His frame rivaled any bodybuilder,

and his suit hugged his muscles so tightly, I was surprised the seams hadn’t ripped.

He wore no tie, and beneath his purple suit jacket with leather elbow

patches, he sported a Hawaiian shirt. When I glanced at his feet, my shock deepened.

He wore a pair of orange flip-flops.

A drop of anger simmered in my chest. Being so incredibly wrong about

someone didn’t happen often, and annoyance clawed at me that I’d let it happen now.

He grabbed a chair, spun it around backward, and sat.

Harleigh Sinclair and the Ice Crusade

The Harleigh Sinclair Series Book 2

Finding lost artifacts is my specialty, but when an Inuit artifact is hidden

in the wilds of Alaska, finding it could be more difficult than I’ve

bargained for.

My name is Harleigh Sinclair. I’ve been using my abilities as a Neotact to find ancient relics with special powers. After teaming up with a man named Jagg Ransom—a Crimson Knight with a mysterious past—we’re on the search for five lost artifacts with immense powers.

Our current quest takes us to a remote village in the Alaskan wilderness. But when we arrive, we’re greeted by angry villagers who blame us for the disappearance of one of their trackers. He’s been kidnapped by my former coworker, and the two are on the path to find the relic before us.

If we can’t find the relic first, the object will fall into the hands of an evil organization called the Blood Raiders. Worse, we’re not alone. The Inuit artifact is guarded by a giant beast of lore—one that would rather see us dead than accomplish our mission.

But failure isn’t an option. If the Blood Raiders succeed in obtaining the

relic, they’ll use it in a plot to destroy the world as we know it.

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Tamara Grantham is the award-winning author of more than a dozen books and novellas, including the Olive Kennedy: Fairy World MD series, the Shine novellas, and the Twisted Ever After trilogy. Dreamthief, the first book of her Fairy World MD series, won first place for fantasy in INDIEFAB’S Book of the Year Awards, a RONE award for best New Adult Romance, and is a #1 bestseller on Amazon with over 200 five-star reviews.

Tamara holds a Bachelor’s degree in English from Lamar University. She has been a featured speaker at multiple writing conferences, and she has been a panelist at Comic Con Wizard World speaking on the topic of female leads. For her first published project, she collaborated with New York-Times bestselling author, William Bernhardt, in writing the Shine series.

Born and raised in Texas, Tamara now lives with her husband and five children in Wichita, Kansas. She rarely has any free time, but when the stars align and she gets a moment to relax, she enjoys reading fantasy novels, taking nature walks--which fuel her inspiration for creating fantastical worlds--and watching every Star Wars or Star Trek movie ever made. You can find her online at www.TamaraGrantham.com.

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