With: Tee O'Fallon
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This was a fun book to write. I took two characters with completely different backgrounds and tried to create the most impossible odds for them to overcome in order to find their HEA. All while trying to catch a coldblooded killer.
FBI K-9 Special Agent Dayne Andrews grew up on the streets of Newark, New Jersey. Literally. He evaded the childcare system for nearly two years, running on the street with other kids and dumpster diving for food until he was finally adopted by a good family at age twelve. By some bizarre twist of fate, Dayne became an FBI agent. But he’s never forgotten his humble roots, and in many ways they still haunt him. He and his K-9, Remy, are thrown into a homicide investigation and wind up protecting one of the richest women in the country. She’s everything he shouldn’t want and does.
Katrina Vandenburg is a wealthy socialite brought up with good old-fashioned family values. Each year, her family business donates large sums to charities. Her favorite charity is the Canine Haven, a rescue shelter that finds good homes for dogs and trains some to be service animals. But with great wealth comes immense responsibility. People always want something from her and not always for the right reasons. Kat can never be sure if her friends and boyfriends actually care about her or her money. She worries she’ll never find a man who will love her for her and not her bank accounts. She’s never met a man like Dayne Andrews before. They don’t exist in her orderly, structured world. Dayne is like walking, talking sex on a stick, but he’s so far outside her neat and tidy box. How could their lives ever mesh?
Here’s a sneak peek at just how passionately and explosively Dayne and Kat’s worlds collide.
Dayne, really,” Kat admonished, but from the hint of a smile spreading on her face, she wasn’t offended in the slightest. “Hmm.” She tapped her finger on her chin and began circling him, eventually stopping behind him. When she tugged at the hem of his jacket, her fingers grazed the top of his ass. A lightning bolt of sensation shot down the backs of his legs, then up the front to— Dammit all to hell, they had an audience.
Her hands released his jacket and he exhaled a breath of relief. That was until she came to stand directly in front of him. Things were about to get worse. Even her flowery perfume was making him hornier than a rhinoceros in a rose garden.
He tried focusing on anything besides the way she smelled. Or the way her dress dipped torturously low toward her softly mounded breasts.
Tiny pink gemstones sparkled at her ears and from a thin gold chain around her neck. The tips of her toes— painted light pink—peeked out from delicate gold sandals. Yeah, focus on her toes.
Again, not working. Even the woman’s toes were sexy. Kat rested her hands on his shoulders then smoothed them down the front of his jacket. “This looks good.” He swallowed, hard, as his slacks tightened painfully over his dick. Luckily, she blocked everyone else’s view.
When her hands parted the sides of his jacket and her eyes dipped to his waist, a bead of sweat trickled between his shoulder blades. As she skimmed the tips of her fingers along the front of his cummerbund, flames licked at his balls.
“Kat, no!” He grabbed her wrists, holding them away. “The tux is fine.” He could barely choke out the words as he struggled for control. Of his libido and his emotions. Where she was concerned, both were inextricably entwined.
Her eyes were questioning at first then she looked down—at his giant, throbbing boner.
Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes flared with awareness of what she’d unwittingly initiated.
“Yeah. We’re done here.” Releasing her wrists, he spun and stalked away to cool his jets in the bathroom.
When the door shut behind him, he went straight to the sink and cranked on the tap. He cupped his hands and splashed cold water in his face.
Time to face undeniable, scary-as-shit facts.
He wanted her like nobody’s business, and it wasn’t just about sex. It was about—more. She was getting to him. Hell, she’d already gotten to him. But getting involved with her could have dire consequences and not just because being around her messed with his head.
His feelings for her went way beyond a one-night stand or even a brief fling. What worried him was the long run. Could they really fit into each other’s worlds?
His guts twisted at the thought of never seeing her again when this was over. If he didn’t stay clear of the trigger that would set them off they could both wind up burned and bleeding with their hearts cut into tiny pieces.
To celebrate the release of Trap ‘N’ Trace, I’m giving away a digital copy of any one of my Federal K-9 books (winner’s choice).
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