Fraser


 
 
 
 
 Fraser
 
 The Minnesota Marshalls
 Book One
 
 
 
 
 Susan May Warren
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Praise for Susan May Warren
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 All the Swoony vibes I crave with the added level of suspense and chase. I can’t wait for the other books in the series to come out.
 
 
 
 
 Shannon, The Reel Bookery
 
 
 
 
 I inhaled this book and loved every minute of the journey. It was everything I love about Susan May Warren’s romantic suspense. Readers can expect heart-pounding action, suspense, twists and turns, the perfect romance, biblical truth, characters you will love and root for until the last page and appearances from many past characters. Fraser was an explosive beginning to the Minnesota Marshalls and I can’t wait to see what happens next.
 
 
 
 
 Kelly, The Cozy Bookworm
 
 
 
 
 I devoured it. Loved it. And want more. Good news that this will be a 5 book series because I am here for it! Now to try and get over this book hangover...
 
 
 
 
 Nicole and the Unending TBR
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 Contents
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Let’s start with this…
 
 
 Chapter 1
 
 
 Chapter 2
 
 
 Chapter 3
 
 
 Chapter 4
 
 
 Chapter 5
 
 
 Chapter 6
 
 
 Chapter 7
 
 
 Chapter 8
 
 
 Chapter 9
 
 
 Chapter 10
 
 
 Chapter 11
 
 
 Chapter 12
 
 
 Chapter 13
 
 
 Chapter 14
 
 
 
 
 What happens next?
 
 
 JONAS
 
 
 Thank you for reading
 
 
 About Susan May Warren
 
 
 Also by Susan May Warren
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Let’s start with this…
 
 
 
 
 
 He might be the luckiest guy on the planet.
 Creed Marshall stood at the entrance of Gelato Artigianale, the sounds of the wharf in his ears—the listing of sailboats at anchor, music from a nearby club, electronic hip-hop pulsing into the night. Under the star-strewn sky, the lights of Geneva rippled along the water of the massive lake in colors of red, orange, and purple, adding a techno mystique to the evening.
 Yeah, he wasn’t in Kansas anymore, as the saying went. Or, more accurately, Minnesota.
 He checked his watch, a graduation gift three years ago from his adopted father, Garrett Marshall.
 Where was she?
 They should have stayed at the club, like he’d suggested. Had a good mind to return there, but frankly, the dance floor writhed with bodies. And she’d said she wanted gelato, just a couple blocks away at this place by the lake.
 He saw romance, and he’d gobbled up the idea like…
 Like he might be a lucky guy. The kind of guy who’d saved⁠—sorta saved, because they hadn’t been in any real danger⁠—a pretty girl on a wind-roughened gondola.
 Her name was Imani. Cool name. Cool girl. Hazel eyes, dark hair, tanned. American. And judging by the giggle and the way she’d held onto him today, even in fear—yeah, she liked him too.
 Or he’d thought so.
 And what was it that his brother Fraser always said—you make your own luck?
 So he’d taken a chance and, to his surprise, landed a yes when he asked said pretty girl out to go dancing with his friends from the international cross-country competition. A competition he didn’t exactly win but hadn’t lost either.
 He’d counted it as a win because his parents got on a plane and flew to Europe to watch him. That was cool too.
 “Can I help you, sir?” A waitress, her accent French, approached him. He’d been standing at a table as if he was holding it.
 “No. Sorry.”
 “Are you waiting for someone?”
 Yes. Sort of. “No.” He moved away and checked his watch again.
 He should have been more insistent when he offered to walk her over, but she said she’d meet him here.
 Sure. Whatever the woman wanted.
 Maybe she’d had trouble ditching her friend. Or cousin or whoever she was. Pippa. Uptight. Unfriendly, even. But Pippa had come with her tonight to the bar, so maybe she wasn’t that stuffy.
 He checked his watch again.
 Along the boardwalk, sailboats swayed in the scant wind, and farther out the massive water jet sprayed its plume, casting the faintest mist into the air.
 She wasn’t coming.
 And he didn’t really feel like going back to the club. Not when he’d made a big deal of leaving his friends for…
 Apparently, he wasn’t as lucky as he thought. Hoped.
 Oh, didn’t matter. He was leaving for Minnesota in the morning.
 He started down the boardwalk, heading for his hotel, across the street from the Jardin Anglais, not far from the club. People walked hand in hand through puddles of lamplight, the scent of autumn in the air.
 He turned and cut down a narrow street bordered on both sides by ancient, tall buildings—clean, as was all of Geneva, and quaint. He’d spent much of yesterday walking around Old Town. Had seen the St. Pierre Cathedral. Stopped at a place to grab a pizza—
 A scream cut through the night. Nearby, a flock of pigeons scattered.
 He stilled.
 Silly. Probably it was a car screeching.
 But in his soul, he couldn’t shake the fear that— “Imani?”
 Except, if she’d screamed, maybe she was scared. After all, she was in a foreign country, alone—
 Oh, he should have gone with her—
 He crossed the street again and entered the park. Here, the trees gathered the wind, the chill of the night. He tucked his coat around him and headed