By: Cynthia Eden
Congratulations to Theresa, Jessica, Janet and Diana, the winners in Cynthia's giveaway. Thank you to everyone who participated in the giveaway!
I want to thank everyone for the wonderful support that my romantic suspense books have received! It is so fantastic to know that others enjoy the dark mix of suspense and romance. Do you remember the very first romantic suspense novel that you read? My keeper shelf is currently full of great romantic suspenses! -- Cynthia
She thought her fiancé was the perfect man—until he turned out to be the perfect killer…
Katherine Cole is running for her life, desperate to escape the Valentine Killer—so-called because he stabs his victims through the heart and leaves them holding a telltale single red rose. Still he tracks her to New Orleans and begins carving a bloody path to her door. But this time, Katherine refuses to run any farther. This time, she’ll do anything to stop the madman she once loved, even trust the sexy cop promising to keep her safe…
Detective Dane Black never lets his emotions interfere with his job, even as the Valentine Killer surfaces in New Orleans to stalk his prey. But when Dane agrees to protect the killer’s ex-fiancée, Katherine Cole, he can’t ignore the passion kindling between them. After a single unforgettable night binds them body and soul, Dane knows he won’t rest until Katherine is safe in his arms—and the Valentine Killer is dead. Dark and intensely sexy, this romantic suspense novel from USA Today bestselling author Cynthia Eden is sure to leave readers breathless.
Dark red blotches of blood pooled on her kitchen floor.Katelynn Crenshaw dropped the bags she’d been holding as her gaze locked on that blood.The sexy lingerie she’d spent an hour picking out at the boutique slithered from the bag and edgedinto the congealing pool of blood on her marble tile.“M-Michael?” Her voice came out too low. She cleared her throat and tried again.“
Her fiancé was the only other person with a key to her place, but his car hadn’t beenin the driveway out front. He wasn’t supposed to get home until after six. She knew because she’d planned their whole evening down to his exact arrival so she’d have plenty of time to light thecandles, get in her sexy outfit and— And there was blood on the floor.She spun around and realized that there were more splatters of blood near the basementdoor. Fear had her heart slamming into her chest.
He could have broken inside and cut himself on smashed glass from a window.Oh, shit, but she should have listened to Michael and gotten an alarm installed. He’d told her itwasn’t safe to be without one these days. Too many desperate and crazy people were in the world.She yanked out her cell phone even as she began to back away from that basement door.Her fingers dialed quickly, and the rasp of her breathing seemed far too loud.“Nine-one-one. What is the nature of your emergency?”“I think…” Her voice was a whisper once more.
Had the burglar heard her call out for Michael?
The Last Chance bar was Veronica Lane’s last hope. Desperate to find her missing brother, the sheltered computer programmer turned to Jasper Adams–the man she’d been warned to stay far away from. Veronica knew she was putting her life into the hands of the former Army Ranger, who aroused desire she had to resist at all costs.
Posing as a ruthless mercenary was a cover for what Jasper was really doing: hunting a killer. And Veronica was in the line of fire. The soldier-turned-elite-ops-agent knew he was playing a dangerous game–trying to win her trust while deceiving her about his true mission. What would happen once Veronica discovered that everything about him was a lie…everything except his passion for her?
Desperation had driven Veronica Lane to the small, run-down bar in the middle of absolute nowhere. That same desperation had her hands shaking and her heart racing as she pushed open the bar’s old wooden doors and risked a cautious step inside Last Chance.
The bar name was rather fitting, but not exactly reassuring.
No band was playing in the bar. It wasn’t that kind of place—no live bands would ever be playing in a joint like this. The interior was dim, and the bar smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. Despite its worn appearance, Last Chance was packed, mostly with men who were drinking and with some ladies who were dancing. Dancing to their own beat because the jukebox wasn’t exactly spitting out any nice tunes.
Veronica felt unwanted eyes on her as she took another slow step inside the building. She knew her mark waited in that bar. She’d worked hard to track the man down. Now Veronica just had to convince him to help her.
I can do this.
Cynthia will be giving away 2 copies of each book print or digital (winner's choice**) to four lucky readers commenting or emailing about the first romantic suspense book they ever read.
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