Tuesday, June 25, 2019

Devil's Way Out

With: Nika Dixon

Hi all! I’m Nika Dixon and I’m here with you today to celebrate the release of my new book, DEVIL’S WAY OUT!

Still angry over the death of the woman he loved, rancher Marshall Boyer wants nothing to do with women or love. But when the mysterious Emma drops into his life—barefoot, broke, and running scared—he can’t let her go.

Artist Emmaline Katz has a dangerous secret. After escaping a ruthless criminal who exploited her for years, her quest for freedom crashes to a halt in rural Montana. Out of money and options, she finds an unlikely haven with a handsome cowboy. But no matter how much she wants to believe his offer of protection, he doesn’t know the truth about her, her secret, or the man who will stop at nothing to get her back.

In this scene, Marshall is taking Emma back to his ranch, and teaching her how to ride his horse, Castor.

Despite Emma’s precarious position on top of a rock that made her a foot taller, she still believed Castor was far too big to try and sit on. Marshall had assured her it was perfectly safe, promising he wouldn’t let her fall, but she still held her breath when he moved the big horse closer to her side.

“I don’t know…”

“You’ll be fine. Now, put your hand here.” He pressed her fingers around the polished horn on the front of the saddle. Then he pointed out the spot where she was to put her left foot and told her all she needed to do was pull herself up, swing her leg over, and sit.

“Pretty sure there’s a lot more to it than that,” she said with a scoff.

“Nope. Not really. Now come on. Up you git.”

She took a deep breath, then exhaled with a whoosh. She could do this. Taking a little hop, she pulled herself up, making it as far as getting her belly onto the saddle before she remembered she was supposed to do something with her leg. She tried to hoist herself up onto it the way Marshall told her, but her left foot slipped free of the foothold, leaving her dangling awkwardly across Castor’s back, staring down at the ground on the other side.

“I don’t think this is right,” she said with a giggle. She started to slide back down to her feet, but Marshall placed his hands on her hips, keeping her in place.

“Swing your leg over,” he prompted. “No. Your other leg.”

She squirmed sideways until she had one leg on either side of the saddle and was thankfully facing in the right direction. She slowly pushed herself upright. “Oh, this is high up.”

“Relax.” He pried her fingers from their panicked hold on the front of the saddle. “You don’t need to strangle it.”

She reluctantly loosened her grip.

Okay…maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad, after all.

When Castor suddenly shifted his weight, she panicked, grabbing for the only stable option—Marshall. With her immediate desire to get back to the safety of the ground, she clamped her hands on his shoulders and tried to pull herself off the horse, but he hooked his arm around her to keep her in the saddle.

She froze, her face inches from his. For a long moment, she had no sense of anything except the color of his eyes. A thousand hues of blue swirled together to give them a shade unlike any other. At some point—her past, her future,
another world, another life—she would try to recreate the exact hue but would never succeed. She didn’t question how she knew, it was just a fact.

He moved his head a tiny bit closer. “Easy,” he said softly.

She wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or the horse. The absurdity nearly made her laugh, but the sound was caught beneath the nervous energy flowing through her, and she wasn’t at all sure it was her own.

She slowly pushed herself off him, switching her clutching fingers from his shoulders to the saddle horn.

He slipped his arm from her waist, leaving her sitting in the saddle, solo.

“Ready to go home?”


She almost corrected him but bit it back. A home was warmth. Safety. Love. Family. Something for dreams and memories. Her one true home had died with her mother all those years ago.

She’d long since given up believing in the word.

Then again…

Thinking of her future yellow house, she clung to the hope that he wasn’t wrong. Maybe she really was going home—just not yet. And not here.

And likely not on horseback.

She smiled at her own joke and nodded. “Let’s go home.”

He tugged Castor forward. When she gasped at the sudden lurch, he placed a reassuring hand on her knee.

“Relax. I won’t let you fall.”

Gazing at the man walking beside her, she let another lost emotion sneak into her heart.


Her smile widened, and she let the adventure take hold and carry her away.

Parched for knowledge, she pestered her escort with questions all the way back to the barn. How did they keep the saddles from falling off? How did Castor know which way to turn? What kind of food did horses eat? Every curiosity that popped into her head was fair game, even though she knew she wasn’t going to remember a single thing other than the fact that, for the first time in her life, she, Emmaline Katz, was riding a horse.


Friday, June 21, 2019

Fathers, Secrets & Uncertainty

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Each month I’ve been looking back and sharing something special about writing each of my books. The Sherriff is not only a protection story, it’s also about father relationships. Pete is adopted by the local Sheriff and Andrea is a military kid. Each have strong fathers and good relationships, but they both have a couple of problems, too. In my life, strong parents raised strong children. And being one of those head-strong kids myself and passing it on to my own children, I wanted to show how the transition to adulthood is full of questions—even if you have a good head on your shoulders.

Although The Sheriff is all about keeping the heroine safe…it’s also about finding yourself. And once you do, keeping that true self and not being over-shadowed by a strong father.

Here’s one of my favorite excerpts from Pete’s POV, showing Andrea’s fearlessness:

A yawn escaped him. It was the first double shift he’d completed without a wink of shut eye in a long while. But he couldn’t head back to the ranch until DHS instructed them on what was to happen with Andrea. His dad would be at the scene awhile. That left him with nothing to do but catch up on paperwork and wait for their guests to finish. He’d be lucky if he could go home afterward.

“Since things are covered at the moment, I’m going to grab a quick shower in the back and wake up. Alert me if they,” he said, hooking his thumb toward his dad’s closed office door, “finish up.”

“I have a feeling they’re going to be there awhile,” Honey said. “Don’t you think it’s a bit strange that he’s here to interview a witness and didn’t even introduce himself?”

“I suppose you have a point. I’m not certain what protocol is for something like this. We normally don’t share murder jurisdiction with anyone.”

“You certain there’s not going to be another murder soon?”

Voices were definitely rising on the other side of the window, but the old building had walls thick enough that he couldn’t distinguish the words. Should he step inside and allow them to cool off? If he was closer, maybe he could understand what the argument was about.

“Do you think you should join them and referee?” Honey asked.

Pete took definite steps toward the arguing and stopped. It only took those three steps to realize he’d been waiting on encouragement from Honey so he could barge in and rescue Andrea again.

Son of a gun.

He was more interested in this fascinating woman than the murder and the disappearing body. He pivoted and headed into the back.

“Ten minutes. That’s all I need for a shower.”

I could eavesdrop?”

“Get back to your writing, Honey.”

“Yes, sir.”

The door slamming had nothing to do with his actions. They’d been meaning to fix the mechanism that slowed the heavy door from crashing shut. He hadn’t thought about it until the loud crash echoed in the concrete hallway. He threw his stuff into the locker and jumped under an icy spray, not giving the water time to warm.

Holding cells and the jail were on a different floor. He needed to put some effort into this case. His thoughts were centered more on Andrea’s relationship with Homeland Security than getting his notes together for the investigation or why someone would steal the body of a dead man.

He’d offered to try to identify the missing man but had been specifically instructed not to even print pictures from the camera. Normally, he hated being shut out and treated like a wet-behind-the-ears rookie. Today, it had hardly crossed his mind. But it had, and soon after, he’d copied the pictures to a memory stick and stuck it in his pocket.

On the flip side, he couldn’t stop thinking about Andrea Allen. He had no reason to book her and no criminal record he could find. DHS had just asked her to be held until they arrived.
Who was she? Where was she going after the observatory? What was her life like? Where had she been? How had she gotten that jagged old scar under her chin and the small one just above her collarbone?

Three weeks wasn’t a long time to get the answers. Might be even less time. She’d mentioned three weeks total but had never mentioned how long she’d been here.
Pete toweled off and stuck his legs in his pants as quickly as a surprised rattler about to strike. He wasn’t about to miss the opportunity to speak with the officer when he left. He considered shaving, but it would take too much time.

Looking in the mirror one last time, he shoved his hair straight back and caught movement behind him. His weapon was still secure in his locker, so he spun, ready for–
“Andrea? How’d you get back here? I didn’t hear the door.”

“Some of us know how to close one without slamming it. They probably heard you come through it on Proxima Centauri.”

“Prox what?” He leaned against the sink, crossing his arms and just enjoying how she could look so dang sexy even in teddy-bear scrubs. The meek, insecure side of the woman he’d been admiring was gone. Spunky, speak-your-mind PhD candidate was approaching him one sure step at a time.

“It’s the nearest star to earth, with the exception of our sun, of course. But it’s not my favorite.”

“The sun? I’m sort of fond of it.”

“As I can see by your tan. No, Proxima Centauri. It’s such a stuffy name.”

She halted within arm’s distance. A dangerous distance. Close enough to see his attraction reflected in her soft blue eyes. The desire to put a hand on each of her hips and draw her to him was tremendous. He had to clear his throat to think of something other than the pink lacy bra he’d seen earlier.

“I should go speak with the DHS officer.” He took a step to move past her and ended with a slender hand on his chest.

“The Commander’s gone to the scene. He said to stay put until he returned. Looks like you’re stuck with me, Sheriff Morrison.”

Acting sheriff. Why don’t you call me Pete.” Was he insulted? Or too dang excited he didn’t need to dart off to talk shop? Excited.

“I need to show you something.”

“I don’t think that’s appropriate.”

She threw back her head, laughing. He barely heard it as he admired the bend of her neck. “Silly,” she said. “Do you have any gel?”

“Huh?” Silly wasn’t the word filtering through his mind.

“Styling gel.”

“I used it already.”

“Not enough to do anything.” She reached around him, brushing his arm as she squeezed goo into her hands.

Stunned into silence? Choking on his words? Cat got his tongue. He didn’t know which, and if she asked, he couldn’t hear her. He was focused on her hands rubbing together and then her arms lifting to reach his head.

“Get shorter.” She tapped the inside of his bare feet wider apart, leaving enough room between them to breathe without touching.

“So, what is your favorite star?” he asked, closing his eyes and enjoying her fingers lightly massaging his scalp as she liberally put gel on every strand. He couldn’t look.

“Wolf 359. Isn’t that an awesome name for a star?” She took the tube a second time. “Just a bit more. Your hair’s really thick and wavy.”

He was dang lucky he’d put his pants on quickly. If he hadn’t…


All he could see was the roundness of each breast under the thin layer of hospital garb.
“All you have to do is squeeze some on your hands and rub it around like this. Then it should stay looking deliberately messed up all day.” She wiped her hands on his towel and admired her handiwork. “That will look much better later when it’s dry.”

She twisted one last piece of hair and placed her hands on his shoulders. It seemed like the most natural gesture in his memory for his fingers to move and span either side of her waist. Drawing her closer to him was just as easy.

They were forehead to forehead. Her slow, warm exhale smelled sweet like the cola she’d insisted on before the officer had arrived. She’d called it her wake-up drink of choice. He, on the other hand, loved coffee and lots of it.

Concentrate on the job. What job? All he had to do was hang around here, keep her in sight till she was someone else’s problem. Maybe even escort her home.

“I’m not a rule breaker, Andrea.”

“Then why are your hands still around me?”

Kissing her was destined as soon as she’d told him they’d never get along. “What’s about to happen probably shouldn’t. But you won’t find me apologizing for it later.”

“You better not, Pete. Bad first kissers don’t get a second chance.”

He liked her. A lot. Too much. Too fast.

He leaned his lips to touch hers for the first time. Soft and wet, they parted just enough to encourage him. His hands spread up her back, noticing the firm muscles.

There wasn’t anything between them now except a thin layer of cotton. He stopped himself from getting the shirt out of his way. This was their first kiss but sure didn’t feel like it.

Their lips slid together, teasing, seeming to know their way without conscious effort. A perfect fit? Practiced. Confident.

He wanted his hands to wander but forced them to stay put. Andrea’s arms encircled his neck, shifting her body next to his. Her tennis shoes snuggled next to his size-thirteen feet. That one layer kept him both sane and drove him crazy at the same time.

He wanted it off. Wanted her bare skin under his flesh. Wanted to forget exactly where they were and remember everything much too late.

The attraction turned to mutual pure hunger and he liked her even more.

What others thought about The Sheriff:
“I really enjoyed this book. I loved the story line, action, suspense, and romance.” Paula on Amazon, 5 stars

“I read the whole series, back to back, as fast as I could.” Katie on Amazon, 5 stars

“Captivating from beginning... Don't want to put it down” Ruth on Amazon, 5 stars

“Read it and Smile. LOVED this story!!!!!! Loved it!!” Deana on Amazon, 5 stars
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Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Beyond The Limit

With: Cindy Dees

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Team Reaper has a new mission…Train the first female SEALs

Navy SEAL Griffin Caldwell is not happy with his team’s top-secret mission, training the first female SEALs. Griffin’s determined to prove that that his trainee Sherri Tate—a former beauty queen no less—doesn’t have what it takes to join the world’s most elite warrior’s club. Until he sees what she’s capable of, and even this hard-nosed SEAL has to admit she’s tough as nails. What he won’t admit to is the attraction sizzling between them.

Navy media officer Sherri Tate is more than just a pretty face. When she’s given the opportunity to achieve her dream of becoming a SEAL, she won’t let anything stand in her way, not even her arrogant trainer, who is too sexy for words.

When a dangerous mission lands Sherri and Griffin in the cross hairs of the world’s most feared terrorist, it’s going to take everything they have to come out with their lives—and hearts—intact.

Praise for Cindy Dees:
“A pulse-pounding adventure that will keep readers enthralled.”—RT Book Reviews for Hot Intent
“A well-crafted plot with plenty of action, love and danger...make this a must-read romance.”—RT Book Reviews for Undercover with a SEAL

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of sixty books, 2-time RITA winner and five-time RITA finalist, Cindy Dees writes military romance and romantic suspense. A former U.S. Air Force pilot and part-time spy, she draws upon real-life experience to fuel her stories of love on the edge. She resides in eastern Texas. Cindy loves to chat with readers, and all her social media links are on her website, www.cindydees.com

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I want him to kiss me
            Maybe she should kiss him.
            Must. Not.
            She arched into him, pressing against him as night settled gently around them.
            He started this. Why shouldn’t I finish it?
            Her stare locked with his as she lifted her chin the last few millimeters into kissing range. His breath mingled with hers, light and hungry.
            This is a terrible, terrible idea.
But she couldn’t think of anything she would rather do in the whole wide world than be right here, right now, surrounded by this man, crushing her breasts against his chest, about to kiss him.
Her mouth opened slightly. She ran the tip of her tongue across her suddenly dry lips. Time stopped for a long moment, as she fought a losing battle against the desire raging between them.
He tilted his head down in sudden decision, his mouth capturing hers in no uncertain terms. His dynamic presence exploded around her…or maybe that was erotic attraction exploding inside her.
Their kiss was hot and wet, a carnal thing complete with tongues and sucking and groans from deep in her throat that startled the hell out of her. This was no tentative hello, no cautious introduction. This was lust and raw, raging hunger. Apparently, Griffin was as direct about his desires as he was about his opinions.
It made him even more irresistible. He saw what he wanted and went after it. No hesitation, no doubts. It was so damned alpha of him.
She crawled all over him, turned on like mad, doing her best to suck his tonsils out of his throat. His left hand slid down her spine until he gripped her behind, pulling her snug against his groin, making no secret of how turned on he was by her.
She rubbed the junction of her thighs against that promise of sweet, sweet release, relishing the zinging pleasure ripping through her. She wanted sweat and the slap of thrusting bodies, to be filled by his hot flesh, to drive him out of his mind. She actually purred a little in the back of her throat at the thought of it—
Whoa. When did she turn into a cat in heat?
Apparently, when Griffin Caldwell kissed her.
Yeah, but what a kiss.
It was sexual and frank, and frankly fantastic.
And then, just like that, he tore his mouth away from hers. Stumbled back. He jammed his hands in his pockets, and she saw through the fabric they were balled in fists. His face abruptly looked carved from stone, his eyes glacially cold.
The cool, night air swirled around her, damp and misty, chilling her to the bone.
“That’s why women can’t be in the SEALs,” he rasped.
            She registered shock first.
            Then disappointment.
            And then came outrage, flowing fast and hot through her veins.
            Had that kiss been all about humiliating her? She’d been ready to leap into bed with him, damn him!
            She glared furiously at his shadowed face and said low and angry, “You think because you deign to bestow a kiss upon me, I’m going to collapse at your feet, swooning? You think because I have sexual desires I can’t be a soldier? You think because I find you moderately attractive I can’t keep my mind on the job?” Her voice rose with each question. “Just how freaking shallow do you think I am?”
            His mouth clamped shut and she caught the ripple of muscles along his jaw.
            “You’re the one who kissed me,” she flung at him. “How shallow does that make you?” As her fury gathered steam, she stepped forward and poked him in the chest. “I don’t think women in the SEALs are the problem, Caldwell. I think misogynistic male chauvinist pigs in the SEALs are the problem.”
            “Sherri. Calm down.”
            “Don’t tell me to calm down! You keep your hands, and your mouth, and…and,” she fluttered her hands at him, “all those muscles…to yourself, mister. I’m a professional soldier, and I’m here to do a job. You either get on board this train or stay out of my way. Got it?”
            “No,” he ground out. “I don’t.”
            She glared at him, speechless with anger.
            “No matter how fancy you slice it, Sherri, no woman has what it takes to be a SEAL. You’ll never have what it takes. You have no place on the teams and never will.”
            There it was. The truth had finally been spoken aloud. The SEALs didn’t want women and would do everything in their power to keep women out. And on a more personal note, he didn’t want her.
            Her anger drained away as quickly as it had flared, leaving behind only a dagger of hurt buried to the hilt in her heart.
She said soberly, “What are you going to do when I prove you wrong, Griffin?”
            Frustration gleamed in his gaze as clear and bright as Venus hanging low on the horizon.
            She continued implacably. “The day of the female SEAL is coming—soon. If not me, then some woman a lot like me, is going to make it past all the obstacles you throw up in her path. Where will that leave you? Will you be in…or out?”
            He threw up his hands and turned away from her, but she continued battering at his ramrod stiff back. “Where will that leave you, Griffin? Will you be part of the SEALs then, or will you be obsolete? Are you going to let your prejudice and archaic attitude drive you off the teams?”
            He whirled around so fast she lurched back from him reflexively. “My team is my family. My life, dammit.”
            He brushed past her, striding away into the darkness. She called after him as he practically ran from her, “Then you’d better get used to the idea of women. We’re coming for you. I’m coming for you, Griffin Caldwell.”

Excerpted from Beyond the Limit by Cindy Dees. © 2019 by Cindy Dees. Used with permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.

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Wednesday, June 12, 2019

To Serve and Protect Was Never More Personal

Congratulations to "Carol T.", the winner in Margo's giveaway. Please contact JUST ROMANTIC SUSPENSE to claim your prize.

BROTHERS IN BLUE, four heroes who met at the police academy and became lifelong friends. The dropout, the straight arrow, the movie star and the maverick. All share a passion to serve and protect, each in their own unique way.

But what happens to this passion to serve and protect when the women they love with all their heart is the intended victim?

Like Brad Collins, a police officer dropout turned bounty hunter of Book 1, ON THE SURFACE when he realizes his one true love, Jenny Reynolds is in danger…because of him.


“Make no mistake.” The chief took off his glasses and massaged the bridge of his nose. “Your reputation precedes you or I wouldn’t be giving you the time of day right now. You’re the one who needs to remember you no longer carry a badge.”

Brad flinched as the verbal jab hit home. His brothers from the department had him spoiled. That was for sure. There was no way around it. As far as anyone else in law enforcement was concerned, he was no longer one of them.

“This guy is a true bad ass if there ever was one.”

His glasses replaced, the chief leaned forward. “You don’t have to define bad ass to me. I’ve seen Donahue’s rap sheet. It’s as long as both my arms. That doesn’t change the fact you still haven’t given me probable cause.” The glasses came off again. He slid them to the top of his head. “Plus, a second fact remains you should have checked in here with us when you first got to town.”

“I was only here, temporarily, to get a line on the fugitive’s location. I didn’t expect to stick around so long.” There were a lot of things he didn’t expect, none of which he cared to dwell on now.

“You don’t have Donahue’s exact location at the present time either?”

Brad shook his head. “I just know he has expressed plans to come up here. That’s why I’m asking you to send an officer over to the nursing home to assure Etta Reynolds’ safety.”

“Not much to go on. Your hunch that woman is in danger.”

You don’t know the bastard like I do. Brad flattened his palms on the Chief’s desk and leaned forward. “Why take a chance? I understand this sleepy little burg of yours isn’t exactly a high crime region. That doesn’t mean it can’t be.”

He began to share the latest on Donahue’s crime spree when the chief cut him off. “Give me credit for doing my job. I requested a copy of the most recent report from your old department. We’ll take care of Etta. You take care of Donahue.”

And Jenny. “Thank you, sir. I’ll do my best.”

Back in his car, Brad made short work of getting out to Rest Easy. He’d hardly lowered his hand after knocking when Jenny opened the front door.

“He said he’d be back up here tomorrow with the first load.” Without preamble, she repeated much of what she’d told him on the phone.

“I got that.” He stuffed his fists in his pockets as he stepped inside.

If she didn’t need the formality of a cordial greeting, he’d do without it too. If nothing else, this sure beat biding his time. Doing nothing but ruminating about the woman he couldn’t seem to get out of his mind. Or any other part of him for that matter. Body. Soul. You name it. Good, bad or indifferent, he was thoroughly committed to one Jenny Reynolds.

Whether she could stand to be in the same room with him or not.

Then there’s Vince Miller, straight arrow police officer working undercover, from Brothers In Blue Book 2, ON THE FORCE when he realizes the love of his life, Sydney Raines, may well be dead…because of him.


Vince pressed his foot down harder on the gas pedal as he fought to block out everything but the highway in front of him. A simple survival tactic as blind faith propelled him on. If he let his mind go where it wanted, all thoughts of Sydney would be front and center. He didn’t want to deal with that much pain just now. To focus on the road was his best option. Straight, flat, predictable.

Until they got to the turn off to the hospital, more specifically, the morgue.

Terror and sadness, rage and impotence stabbed at him from all directions, tearing him up and threatening to destroy his heart. Beside him, Andy Raines wasn’t faring much better.

“It’s not supposed to be like this.” He blew his nose then used the same handkerchief to wipe the tears from red rimmed eyes.

“It’s a hazy connection at best, but right now it’s the only connection we’ve got.” Vince didn’t share the details of the other victims. Not yet anyway. “I just hope to hell I’m wrong.”

“Children bury their parents. Not the other way around.” He coughed into one elbow then dabbed at his eyes again.

Vince kept his lips tight and jaw clenched. The right thing to do was respond. Offer some words of…what? Wisdom? Sympathy? Commiseration? Pity he had nothing to give as they traveled to possibly identify a Jane Doe dead body as someone they each loved more than life.

“I read you the report. There’s no positive ID. Yet.” Vince’s voice was about to break. He swallowed hard, then tried again. “I wouldn’t have gotten you into this at this point, but I thought it would be helpful.”

“To have next of kin on site. Just in case.”

“Yeah.” He spit out the word. For the first time it dawned on Vince the next of kin wasn’t him.

Face in his hands, Andy let out a couple of wretched sobs.
Vince gripped the wheel, shaken to his soul. “There’s a chance it’s somebody else.”

His companion lifted his head, pulled in a heavy breath then coughed. “You’re a damned idiot if you believe that, son.”
Vince choked down a mass of emotional junk. “Then I’m a damned idiot. Humor me.”

“Consider it done. You idiots need all the help you can get.”

To serve and protect was never more personal


He sought vengeance only to discover love.

Blurb: Wrongly convicted ex-con and recent parolee Jenny Reynolds wants to forget her tarnished past and focus on a brighter future. One that begins with a return to the small tourist town where she grew up. The restoration of her family’s once proud Rest Easy Bed and Breakfast is the only thing on her mind. Fleeing an ex who refuses to let her go, what she doesn’t need to complicate her already problematic life is another man. Enter handsome handyman Brad, a man who seems to care as much about restoring the B and B as she does. A man who soon becomes ready, willing and able to steal her heart. A man, as it turns out, with more than a few secrets of his own. A dropout from law enforcement, the real Brad Collins will use anyone and anything to fulfill a personal vendetta. When two pasts collide and danger threatens, their budding love for each other may be the first casualty.

Losing her job and reputation is nothing compared to the prospect of losing her life

Blurb: Top notch CFO Sydney Raines is devastated when her coveted job working for a high-profile conglomerate is yanked out from under her. Determined to restore a mangled reputation, she finds her second chance when the owner of an upscale art gallery hires her as his personal assistant. Straight arrow cop Vince Miller is assigned to crack an international art theft ring. Working undercover, he never counted on meeting Sydney Raines, let alone falling in love with her. Then an unexpected twist in the case reveals the identity of a serial killer, along with the shattering realization that Sydney could be the psycho’s next victim.

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Bio: Award winning author Margo Hoornstra writes contemporary romance and romantic suspense, always providing that happily ever after for her characters. A big city girl turned country woman, Margo enjoys hiking and walking around the wide-open spaces near her home, especially in the fall, hates to cook and loves to read.

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