Blurb:
Bad boy FBI agent
and feisty widowed police detective collide pursuing a human
trafficker in small town Texas on their way to true love. Bad boy, married to
his job FBI agent Cole Lucas always gets his man. So when the
unthinkable happens and one gets away, Cole grits his teeth and hunts
human trafficker Carlo Maldonado all the way to Antioch, Texas, where
he collides with Detective Andi MacLaren. Cole doesn’t do
small towns and doesn’t get involved with women he works with, but
Andi tempts him in ways he doesn’t want to acknowledge. Two murders, her
partner shot and leading the investigation on her own, the last thing
Andi needs is a cocky FBI agent who sees her as no more than a
tag-along. Widow and single
mother Andi is used to being on her own. When Cole gets stuck without
a place to stay, crashing on her couch puts them in dangerous
territory. Attraction and
passion bring Andi to a place she’d left behind when her husband
died. Her three-year-old son quickly wiggles his way into Cole’s
heart, and he starts contemplating things—family, love—that he’d
never planned for himself. Can being forced to
work together make them stronger or will their differences jeopardize their case and their hearts?
Excerpt 2:
“Goodnight, Cole.”
Obviously, she didn’t want to talk to him about anything, let alone
his overdue apology.
“So, that’s it?
You’re not going to accept my apology?”
“Not tonight. I’m
tired, and we have a long day tomorrow.” She turned to go.
“Andi, wait.”
Why was he calling her back? He could respect that she was still
upset with him—she had every right to be. He’d gone a bit
overboard with some of the things he’d said.
Keeping Cass’
phone call from her had been unnecessary from the start. He hadn’t
needed to carry it on in the car after they’d left the warehouse.
It’d only served to get her so pissed off at him she’d barely
uttered a word all day. So much for getting somewhere on the case. Andi glanced over
her shoulder and Cole grabbed her wrist. He yanked her into his arms
and covered her mouth with his. He hadn’t intended
to kiss her but as her soft, warm lips caressed his, Cole couldn’t
have changed his mind even if he’d wanted to. Her curves hit his
chest with enough impact that should have jarred him back into his
head, but he was lost and overheated immediately. He wrapped her in a
tight embrace and kissed her harder. She fought him, but
his mouth was demanding over hers, and Andi opened for him, melting
against him, surrendering to him. She slipped her arms around his
neck and Cole bit back a groan. Her taste, sweeter than he’d
imagined, was like ripe
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berries. He needed more. Andi whimpered
against his mouth, her tongue dancing with his. His cock stood at
attention, straining against his zipper. He moaned as her body melded
to his, breasts to chest, hips to hips. Cole had to have her. As he walked them
back towards the couch, she pushed hard against his chest, breaking
the kiss and shoving him away from her. They both panted hard.
“Don’t…don’t
ever do that…again,” she stammered, the gorgeous swell of her
breasts lifting and pulling her shirt taut as her chest heaved. He
could see peaked nipples. His erection throbbed and he struggled for
coherent thought. Cole dragged his
gaze to her face. Blue eyes wide, cheeks rosy, freckles noticeable,
her lips swollen from his. Though she’d been appealing before, how
she stood before him now blew that out of
the water. She was
gorgeous. He needed to say
something. Anything. Apologize He wasn’t sorry in the least.
Speechless just about covered it. She trembled and
rubbed her arm. It took all he was made of not to pull her back to
him and kiss her again. There was no chance
to answer. Andi turned on her heel and fled down the hall, slipping
into the room farthest away from the living room. She didn’t even
pause to look at him as she slammed the door. He winced. What the
hell should he make of what had happened? He stared down the hallway
for a moment, his heart pounding. Never in his life, not even when he
was a teenager, had one kiss stirred him to the point that Andi’s
had. Then she’d run from him. His body shook with unfulfilled need. Cole
couldn’t
blame her, really. No way should he have given in to the urge to kiss
her. But he had the sinking suspicion he would have to do it
again—and more. He wouldn’t be able not to. And hell, she’d
kissed him back. The voice of reason
chided that he didn’t get involved with women he worked with, but
his cock certainly disagreed. He ignored them both and dragged his
hand over his face. The morning would bring complications. Cole sighed and
glanced at the couch. It looked comfortable, but would he be able to
sleep?
C.A.
is originally from Ohio, but got to Texas as soon as she could. She
is married and has a bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice. She
works with kids when she’s not writing. She’s
always wanted to be a writer and is overjoyed to share her stories
with the world.
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