Double Jeopardy

By Therese A Kraemer

Jett Kirtland falls in love with Spring St. John a beautiful woman framed for robbing a Diamond Exchange by her identical twin sister.
To prove her innocence, Jett must find her twin, who had disappeared many years ago.
A light Erotic Romance

• Language: English
• Publisher: Spangaloo Publishing
• Release date: Jul 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370204816

Therese A Kraemer

Because I am dyslexic, I find writing a challenge, but my love of writing has inspired me to write more than sixty children’s stories, over two hundred poems and thirty-seven Romance Novels. I have also illustrated two story books used by primary teachers and students as a part of a vocal hygiene program at University of Arizona’s Department of Speech and Hearing Sciences.My credits also include four stories published by McFadden Publishing Co. in NYC. I wrote, illustrated and published two books of poetry used as fund-raisers by the Leukemia and Multiple Sclerosis organizations. I wrote illustrated and published in one book, forty-two children’s stories.I had an exhibition at the King Center for the Performing Arts in Melbourne, Fl of my pen and ink drawings of animals. Recently, I have had three E-Book Romance Novels and a book of short stories published on the Spangaloo.Com website and another on the Smashwords.Com website. I make my home in Melbourne, Florida where I continue to write and illustrate

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DOUBLE JEOPARDY

by

Thérèse A. Kraemer

Copyright Therese A. Kraemer 2016

Spangaloo Publishing at Smashwords

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This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, incidents, and places are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, people, or events is purely coincidental

Cover Design: James Bryron Love

Ebook Formatting : Alan Thriete

Editors Note:

Many characters in this book have accents and or different speech patterns. The author has attempted to illustrate this phonically. These are not spelling errors.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

About the Author

Other Books

Chapter One

Spring St. John was tired. It was Saturday night and due to neglect of her chores during the week, she has a busy day catching up. A Healthy Choice frozen dinner was placed into the microwave, and then her aching feet were plopped on the coffee table. Believing the television did not have too much to offer, since it was spring re-runs, she reluctantly picked up the remote control and surfaced the tube anyway. Her DVD player was now a dinosaur and she didn’t want to spend money for a box to record movies. Her only choice for the moment was news as she waited for her meal to cook.

Half-heartedly, she listened with her eyes closed. When the micro informed her that dinner was ready, by peeping like a truck backing up; it was most annoying. Pouring a cranberry drink, Spring then carried her meal into the living room as the newscaster was saying something about Bentley’s Diamond Exchange. Seems it had been robbed of over a million dollars in gems.

The young newscaster droned on and on, on the cleverness of a young woman who had feigned to be in labor and doubled over pretending to be in pain. One of the salesmen rushed to her side and helped her into the back room. There she pulled, what he claimed to be the biggest gun he had ever seen, from under her skirt. The clerk was rewarded for his kindness with a knot on his skull. But, according to the police, the sore-headed man was able to give a good description of his assailant. For all her cleverness, she was not too smart because before his lights went out, she removed the wig and dark glasses. Spring nearly choked on her chicken the moment the police artist rendering appeared on the screen.

Damn! It was the spitting image of her face staring back at her. Every detail, down to her height of five feet seven inches and her weight, give or take a few pounds.

Although, the picture was in black and white, the voice over the television told the world the hair color was carrot red and her eyes were icy green. Even the mole on her right upper lip was not forgotten.

She felt fear clamp on her innards like a vise.

Needless to say, she lost her appetite.

How many people know me?

Too many, she tried to gather her wits.

Spring owned an advertising agency and had many clients. She was well known about town. Sweat caused beads of perspiration to pop from her forehead and the hairs on her neck to stand tall, like soldiers coming to attention. Her mind was in a panic.

How long before the police will come for me? What will I do? What will I say?

Oh, officer, there must be some mistake; I was downtown shopping all afternoon.

But, she couldn’t prove where she had been. And no one who knew her saw her. She vented a sigh. Spring sat back rubbing her temples, dreading the headache that would develop from the tension. A knock on the door left her with no more time to ponder on her predicament. Although, she expected the dreaded knock, she still jumped as if someone had goosed her.

The police?

No, it couldn’t be, she didn’t buzz them in. Her gazed darted around the room and she had no idea what she was looking for. Maybe she just wanted to see her lovely home for the last time. Her eyes misted as they scanned her modern, little nest, which was decorated mostly white, with splashes of yellow. Plain, not crowded with nick-knacks, almost too spacious and cold, but it was to her liking. There was just a touch of nostalgia with an old rocker from her Aunt Blanche sitting in the corner. Swallowing, she couldn’t even produce enough saliva to spit and she croaked, Just a minute. She composed herself somewhat by rubbing her sweaty palms on the side of her jeans. Squinting out of the peep-hole, she sighed with a well needed breath of relief. It was her friend, Nicky Grey. The pretty brunette’s big almond shaped eyes were open wide and blinking rapidly.

Spring opened the door noticing her friend’s complexion looked as white as winter’s moon. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Nicky had seen the news. The pale girl flew into the room, eyes wide, full of questions and disbelief.

I saw, it’s not me, Spring