Women’s Fiction, Crime Caper, Cozy Heist
Date Published: 07-21-2025
Publisher:
Heart & Horizon
They’ll need the sweetest getaway ever to escape this mess…
Jennifer
used to be a wholesome daydreamer who’d never broken a law in her
life.
In a moment of weakness, she lets her roommate, Nari, rope her into
a money-making scheme that isn’t exactly…legal.
How could
she have known that stealing from bad guys would be so much fun?
Soon,
Jennifer is so busy leading a double life that she barely has time to
fantasize about the hot, dimpled stranger she met at one of Nari’s
parties.
Everything is going smoothly, until someone rats them out to the
cops.
Now, Jennifer and Nari need help from a team of seasoned criminals
to pull off a heist that’ll either set them up for life…or get
them locked up for a very long time.
Can Jennifer find a path to happily
ever after that doesn’t include an ugly prison jumpsuit?
There’s
only one way to find out…
The Sweetest Getaway is a no spice, cozy heist novel with laughs, a diverse
cast, and the smartest heroines since Ocean’s 8. Perfect for fans of
women’s fiction and crime capers. Get it today for a criminally good
time.
Excerpt
“All we have to do is confidently walk to the door like we’re
supposed to be here,” Nari said under her breath.
She and Jennifer argued in the
parking lot of Omaha’s largest mansion as glamorously dressed revelers
approached the entrance, arm in arm.
“I’ll enter five minutes
before you. When they ask for our names, remember that I’m Doris and
you’re Béatrice. After that, everything will be easy. No big
deal,” Nari explained.
Right. It was no big deal to Nari because she was endlessly charming,
constantly meeting new people, and making loads of cash from random schemes
that took her all over the world. Jennifer, on the other hand, was great at
petting her neighbors’ dogs and getting lost mid-conversation in
daydreams about faraway lands she’d never visited.
Doris Huang and
Béatrice Boivin were wealthy business-women who were actually invited to the
gala. Jennifer had helped Nari find an Asian and black woman on the guest list
that they could impersonate. Doris and Béatrice looked enough like them,
although Doris was in her fifties. Luckily, Doris wore glasses, so Nari could
hide her youth behind a pair of round black frames that complemented her
off-the-shoulder, gold metallic gown.
“Honestly, Nari, I
don’t think it’s going to be that easy.” Jennifer tapped her
fingers nervously on her arm. “What if Doris and Béatrice are inside
already? Why don’t we look for a back entrance to sneak into
instead?”
At least there would be fewer witnesses if they got
caught at the back entrance. Maybe they could even pretend they were lost, ask
for directions, and then decide to scrap the whole mission and return to their
cozy apartment. “Oh well, that didn’t work. At least we
tried!” Jennifer would say peppily. Nari would shrug. They’d end
the night bingeing on popcorn and singing nineties hits into their TV’s
karaoke app.
But Nari would never give up that easily. “Nah, we’re early.
We’ll have at least an hour before these two fabulous women show up.
They’re always late for events like this. Besides, our target is already
inside.”
Jennifer groaned. “This is nuts. I’ve got to
pretend to be French like Béatrice.” She shook her head. “I
can’t even tell the difference between a good macaron and a bad one.
They’re all delicious to me. I don’t know why I let you talk me
into this.”
“I know why you said yes, mon amie,” Nari
said, grinning. “Remember, you’ll be getting twenty-five percent
of whatever deal we pull off after today. If I can close this deal, it could
be worth half a million dollars.”
Jennifer had almost forgotten about the payout. Normally, Nari
compensated her for these wild rides with chili cheese fries. She sucked in
air through her teeth. “I… I can’t really say no to that,”
she said, goosebumps covering her arms.
With that kind of money, maybe
she could travel far beyond Omaha’s borders. She’d meet wonderful,
surprising people. People who spoke five languages, painted in their spare
time, and effortlessly rode their electric scooters through crowded street
markets before arriving at home to make love to their beautiful spouses. Maybe
she could even quit her job as a marketing analyst.
Nari swept her arm
out in front of her, as if she were showing off her kingdom. “Welcome to
the business world. There’s tons of cash just waiting for
you.”
Money came easily to Nari, even though she
had the attention span of a gnat. She could have her own massive condo if she
wanted to, but she chose to live with Jennifer to feel a sense of home so far
away from her family. Jennifer, however, was thirty-six years old and broke.
If she didn’t live with Nari, she would have to start a window washing
side hustle to be able to afford her student loan payments.
“It’s my favorite
business world, the one where we have to sneak into galas to close
deals,” Jennifer snorted.
About the Author
Sasha Preston writes women’s fiction crime capers that help you to
escape your daily reality, feel a sense of excitement, and plan your next
adventure – all with some humor and close friendship thrown into the
mix.
They say you should write about what you know. While she still
hasn’t officially committed a heist, there’s nothing she loves
more than going on adventures with girlfriends. You can find her waking up
while it’s still dark outside to write, exercise, and explore.
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