"Cats, Cannolis and a Curious Kidnapping" is the first novel in the Anna Romano Mystery Series. It is a funny, whimsical, murder mystery series that appeals to 'mystery readers' of all ages. Anna Romano is a middle-aged, Italian woman who is also a successful published author, a lover of cats, and an excellent cook with a hankering for Italian cuisine. She lives by herself in her quaint house, in a quiet community, with a white picket fence in Central New Jersey. When she is not writing her next book or hosting book-signing events with her publicist, she is cleaning litter boxes and baking Cannolis…but never at the same time, of course! In this first installment, on a typical day in Anna's somewhat-perfect life, a book-signing event turns her world upside down. Is it a case of mistaken identity or was she just being paranoid? After being stalked for weeks, Anna quickly finds herself literally 'tied up', fighting for her life, and desperate to get back home to her cats; all while unwittingly falling in love with the detective who was trying to save her. How she finds her way out of this mess is anyone's guess! Find out more about Anna and the dangerous cases of murder and mayhem she 'haphazardly' gets herself into, in the new Anna Romano Mystery Series.
Cheryl Powell, (writing under pen name Cheryl Denise Bannerman), is a multi-genre author of three successful works of fiction, a motivational speaker, and CEO. She resides in Orlando, Florida, where she runs a virtual Training and Development company, GC Learning Services LLC dba Learn2Engage, which she founded in 1996.
Anna's kidnapper was almost home-free, about to set the final steps of his deadly plan in motion, until he sees flashing red and blue lights in his rear view mirror. He is forced to pull over and face the consequences.
Cats, Cannolis and a Curious Kidnapping: An Anna Romano Mystery Series, Book One
Finally, the officer headed back to his patrol car, but stopped abruptly at the trunk of the car. His head was cocked slightly to the side.
“Sir, I’m going to need you to step out of the vehicle and hand over the keys, so I can examine the trunk. NOW!” the officer shouted.
I did as I was told, handing the keys over to him slowly. He then forced me against the side of the car and handcuffed my hands behind my back. I had no idea what I was going to do if he found the body.
I was almost home free. Now it was all coming to an end.
The officer pressed the trunk release button and it lifted only slightly. Cautiously, he walks over to open it with his gun drawn.