When Cynthia Freitas, a mid-western girl seeks employment and excitement in the big city of San Francisco, she quickly learns that on a marginal salary, luxury living is not within her grasp. The Cairns Building, a run-down tenement, with bad plumbing, faulty wiring and archaic furnishings, is all she can afford on a meager salary. Long hours commuting and working preclude a flourishing social life, and she’s beginning to wonder if moving to the big city was one big mistake. To top it off, someone is kidnaping and killing women in her very neighborhood... and the victims bear a striking resemblance to Cyn.
By coincidence, her neighbor, a handsome police officer, is assigned to the strange and baffling case. Their chance meeting over a Hefty-bag leads to a romantic encounter that ends on a shocking note and changes the way they both view they lives. Step into The Cairns and prepare for a jolt!
Beside Myself is a Romantic Suspense with a touch of humor. See what happens when Alex and Cynthia exchange bodies.
Romantic Suspense with humor and paranormal elements.
Cynthia dragged herself up the stairs. To tired to dig for keys, she knocked on her
own apartment door. When Alex answered, Cynthia wondered if she would ever get
used to looking at herself through his eyes. She hoped not. Brushing right by him,
she made a beeline for the bathroom.
Afterwards, she plopped down in her shabby armchair and allowed the stresses of
the day to dissipate. Her shoulders sagged and her arms limply hung over the sides.
"What a day! We have to find a way to fix this. I don't think I can bluff my way
through another eight hours or hold my bladder for so long."
"You mean you didn't go to the bathroom all day?"
"There is no way I'm going in a public men's room. I've managed to peek inside
before. You guys don't have any privacy at all! Urinals. That's why men have no
problem peeing on walls and fences. I'll not use one! It's bad enough having to hang
out in your locker room!"
"Well, it was no picnic for me either," he said, placing his hands on his hips. "I
doubt if I'm going to get away with calling all your female friends, 'Sweetie', for much
"I have a bad time remembering names. I know you told me, but I couldn't
remember who was who. The men were easy. All you have to do is nod at them."
She was too tired to argue. "Other than that, how did it go?"
"Actually, it's pretty nice that you have your own office. I just closed the door and
pretended to be busy all day. Nobody bothered me. Can you do that anytime you
"Yes, because I usually am busy all day. But, I wouldn't trade my job for yours if
you gave me a million dollars."
"Why? What happened?"
"I had no idea how many men you work with. They're lewd, crude and obnoxious."
She straightened and glared at him. "And...how dare you discuss our personal life
He looked at her sheepishly. "What do you mean?"
"Don't act like you don't know." She waggled a finger in his direction. "Let's see...I
believe he said something like..." Her voice raised an octave. "Did you boink her yet?
I was totally embarrassed. How could you?"
"Ah, Cyn. I didn't tell him anything. That's just Mike. He makes something sexual
out of everything. I only told him I met a nice woman in my apartment building, and
he ran with it."
"Well...if I thought..." Something about the look on his face was convincing.
"I didn't. I promise."
"Okay. I guess I believe you."
"So, did anyone notice... you know, that things were a little strange?" he queried.
"I tried to be as macho as I could, and I think I pulled it off. Mike probably thinks
you had a really bad hangover or something, but other than that, we just reviewed
case notes and followed up on a few leads."
"What kind of leads?"
"Nothing new to point to an identity, but another body was found. Same
thing...just like you told me about the others. One hand on her chest and the other
holding a doll wrapped in a blue towel." A shiver ran up her spine at the thought of a
corpse and she sat up straight. "They won't make me look at a real dead body will
they? I had to glimpse the pictures today and that was bad enough. I almost
"Oh, that would have made me look good!" Alex rolled his eyes.
"Well, relax, I didn't. But, will they? Make me look at a dead body, I mean?
"Not usually. Unless you're the one who finds it or requests to attend an autopsy."
"Whoa." She visibly shuddered. "There is no way I'm going to ask to watch
someone be sliced and diced."
He quickly switched to another topic. "So, tell me. Were there any other clues or
She leaned back in the chair. "No! A restaurant owner found her behind his
establishment. He went out to empty the trash and there she was...curled up next to
the dumpster. Other than the dead body, he didn't see, or hear, anything unusual."
"Nothing more than the doll and towel. I guess this one was killed the same way
as the first two."
"Yes. Deep marks around her throat."
"The bastard! I want to catch the son of a bitch who's doing this."
Thinking about the poor woman gave Cynthia the creeps. She changed the
subject. "Did you bring home the yellow folder like I asked?"
He motioned to the counter. "Yes, it's in your briefcase with the disk you wanted."
"Good. After dinner, I'll work on it and you can take the finished project back
"What if they give me something else to do?" he asked nervously.
"Just act like you know what you're doing, and do the same thing you did today. If
someone asks you something you don't know, feign a headache or something...I
don't know...and call me. I have your cell phone, you know?"
"Oh, really?" his voice was tinged with sarcasm. "And just how are you going to
answer any questions with Mike attached to your hip?"
"I didn't think about that," she admitted.
"I guess stepping into the men's bathroom is out of the question?" he said,