Somebody has a dirty little secret. Determined to prove herself as a private investigator and catch a cheater, Cassie Woods discovers more than she bargained for, when the unveiling of a devastating secret initiates the emergence of an unwanted gift.
Nothing is ever simple.
Her personal life is chaos.
Her professional life is a mine field.
Her hormones are raging out of control.
It's going to be an awe-inspiring lesson in self-restraint. 
This story contains sexually explicit language, profanity, and violence and is not suitable for readers under 18.
Third Eye P.I. is created by RavennaYoung, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author. 

Third Eye P.I.

Sunlight poured into Cassie's dreams, dragging her from the subconscious world. Opening her eyes, just a slit, she squinted against the first burn of light to hit her eyes. Still wrapped in Randy's embrace, she stretched her sleepy limbs, and her ears picked up on an irritating sound. Chewing. Bolting upright in bed, she searched her surroundings for the source. Gnawing and slopping filled the air, and it came from the floor beside her bed. 


Randy jerked awake. "What?" he said, sounding panicked.


"Shhh." Cassie cocked her head and then turned to lean over the edge of the bed, where Mooch sat, happily destroying the shoes from Hell. She giggled, admiring his handy work, thankful that the shoes would never be worn again. Scolding him seemed cruel, since he basically did her a favor. "Mooch is eating my shoes."


Randy groaned and dropped back down, pulling the pillow over his face.


Chapter 68: Stealth