Thursday, October 8, 2015






                                       THE REBEL

                                                           By: Adrienne Giordano
                                                           Series:  Harlequin Intrigue
                                                           Release Date: October 1, 2015
                                                           Blog Tour Dates: October 1, 2015 – October 9, 2015
                                                           Genre: Romantic Suspense

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 Book Summary:

Bad to the bone…in all the right ways

A brilliant civil lawyer, David Hennings has always been the outsider—at odds with his wealthy family, shunning relationships, defying convention as a sexy leather-jacketed biker. Which is why sculptor Amanda LeBlanc agrees to his request to reconstruct a skull from a cold case murder. The instant heat between them is scorching.

But once Amanda takes the job and gets too close to the rebellious attorney, her carefully balanced life is upended by a series of methodical attacks. Someone doesn't want her to finish the job. Now David will risk everything not to lose the woman he unknowingly put in jeopardy.



My Review:
The Rebel by Adrienne Giordano, I enjoyed this book so much that I read the entire thing in one night.  Adrienne always has a well developed plot and her characters are always easy to like and connect with. 
This book starts right off with action and does not stop from page one to the last page. Detective Larry McCall is a great character and is like a dog with a bone, one unsolved murder case has been his passion for five years, no leads, no missing persons reports nothing for him to go on until a chance meeting with Amanda LeBlanc a local artist and sculptor.
Amanda is a great protagonist, she is smart and beautiful but also has her own private pain that holds her back in life and causes her to debt herself more than she should. She is a highly talented sculptor and artist and makes a good living.  She has amazing friends and loves what she does for a living.  When asked to do a recreation of the murder victim from the skull casting of the victim Amanda refuses, enter David Hennings the hero match up to our Amanda. David Hennings the rebel of the Hennings family is tall dark and handsome with that bad boy vibe. He loves his leather coat and his motorcycle. He does not care overly much about what other people think about him.  He is a Momma's boy, but not a wimp. He and his little sister can not stand each other, something he hopes to change now that he has moved back to Chicago to be closer to his family and open his own law practice.
David helps convince Amanda to do the recreation of the murder victim sculpture and after she agrees her life takes a really bad turn for the worse. It seems someone very powerful does not want the identity of this poor victim to be discovered and they are willing to do anything to stop Amanda.
 This one will keep you guessing and keep you so involved in the story that you will not want to put it down until you find out who is making Amanda's life hell and who killed the poor woman that no one ever reported missing.
This is a five star read all the way from the first page to the last.



About the Author:


USA Today bestselling author Adrienne Giordano writes romantic suspense and mystery.  She is a Jersey girl at heart, but now lives in the Midwest with her workaholic husband, sports obsessed son and Buddy the Wheaten Terrorist (Terrier). She is a co-founder of Romance University blog and Lady Jane's Salon-Naperville, a reading series dedicated to romantic fiction.

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A sneak peek at The Rebel:

 Chapter One

“Come on, boy. Another quarter mile and we’re done.”
Larry McCall whistled for Henry, his black lab, who needed exercise more than Larry, to move along. Sunrise illuminated the sky, streaking it in shades of purple and orange that made even a grisly homicide detective marvel at the beauty of nature on an early fall morning.
With Henry busy sniffing a patch of dirt, Larry paused a moment, tilted his head back and inhaled the dewy air. Another two weeks, all these trees would be barren and the city would come in and scoop up the leaves. At which point, his body would make excuses to stay in bed rather than hoof it through ten acres of fenced-in fields on Chicago’s southwest side.
Half expecting Henry to trot by him, Larry opened his eyes and glanced to his left, where the dog always walked. No Henry. Since when had he gotten subversive? Larry angled back and found Henry still at the spot he’d been sniffing a minute ago. Only now he was digging. Hard. Terrific. Not only would he have dirt all over him, but he’d also probably snatch a dead animal out of the ground and drop it at Larry’s feet. Here ya go, Dad.
Not happening. He whistled again. “Leave it,” he said in his best alpha dog voice.
His bum luck was that Henry had alpha tendencies, too, and kept digging. He’d have to leash him and pull him away before a dead squirrel wound up in his jaws.
Years earlier the city had torn down three low-income apartment buildings—the projects—because of the increased drug and criminal activity surrounding the place. All that was left was the fenced-in acreage that made for great walking. Problem was, there could be anything—rodents, needles, crack baggies, foil scraps—buried. Needles. Dammit. Larry hustled back to the dog before he got stuck. Or stoned.
“Whatever you found, Henry, we don’t want any part of. Leave it.”
He snapped the leash on, gently eased Henry back and was met with ferocious barking. What the hell? His happy dog had gone schizo.
“What is it, boy?”
Holding the dog off the hole he’d started, Larry bent at the waist to focus on something white—dull white—peeking through the dirt.
Henry barked and tugged at the leash.
“Okay, boy. Relax. Let me look at it.”
He led a still barking Henry to a tree, secured the leash around it to keep him at bay and walked back to the spot. Using the handkerchief he always carried—yes, he was that old school, so what?—to protect his hands, he cleared more of the loose, moist dirt from the top, and more white appeared. He tapped the surface. Solid. Rock solid. And Larry’s stomach twisted in a way it only did on the job.
Stop. Twenty years of working homicide told him he should. Right now. Don’t go any further; call it in.
Birds chirped overhead, the sound so crisp and incessant it sliced right into his ears. Henry apparently had riled `em good. Still squatting, Larry scanned the desolate area. Beyond the fence at the end of the last quarter mile, the early morning rush began to swell on Cicero.
Henry barked again. Normally calm as a turtle, he wanted to dig.
Larry cocked his head to study whatever peeked through the dirt, and once again his stomach seized. After all these years, only one thing futzed with his stomach.
Crime scene.
But, truth be told, he had a tendency to overthink things. Something else years on the job had done to him. Hell, he could be staring at an old ceramic bowl. And how humiliating would it be to call this in and have it wind up being someone’s china?
Just hell.
Henry barked again, urging him on, and Larry gave in to his curiosity and pushed more loose dirt around. At least until he hit a depression and his finger, handkerchief and all, slid right into it. Gently, he moved his finger around, hitting the outer edges of the depression, and a weird tingling shot up his neck. His breathing kicked up.
What’d this dog find?
He cleared more dirt, his fingers moving gently, revealing more and more of the surface of whatever was buried here. Once again, his fingers slipped into the depressed area and he knew. Dammit.
He’d just stuck his finger into an eye socket.
Chapter Two
Five Years Later
Surrounded by four hundred guests, seven of them sitting at her table in the ballroom of Chicago’s legendary Drake Hotel, Amanda studied a giant photo of a fallen firefighter that had flashed on the screen behind the podium. Without a doubt, she’d botched his nose.
Ugh. How embarrassing. Any novice artist, particularly a sculptor, would see the slight flare of the man’s nostrils. She slid her gaze to the sculpture, her sculpture, a gift to the widow of Lieutenant Ben Broward, who’d died three months ago after running into a crumbling building to save a child.
The child had survived.
Ben had not.
And Amanda’s gift to his widow and their children was now worthless. At least in Amanda’s mind. Had the flaring nostrils been that obvious on the photos she’d been given? Later, when she arrived home, she’d swing into her studio and check. Just to satisfy herself.
Darn it.
Sitting back in her chair, she eased out a breath and made eye contact with Lexi, her interior designer friend who’d originally suggested she attend this fundraiser and meet Pamela Hennings and Irene Dyce, both politically connected—and extremely wealthy—women. Amanda’s idea to donate the sculpture had come after seeing an interview with Lieutenant Broward’s wife and children. She couldn’t give them the man back, but maybe the sculpture would bring some sort of peace. Not exactly closure because Amanda didn’t buy in to that whole closure thing. What did that even mean? Tragedy was tragedy and she doubted Ben’s family would ever fully recover.
Mrs. Hennings leaned closer to speak over the chatter and the sound of clanging silverware filling the room. “Amazing likeness, dear.”
“Yes,” Mrs. Dyce said from the other side of Mrs. Hennings. “Beautiful work, Amanda.”
“Thank you.”
Not that she believed it after spotting her mistake, but coming from Mrs. Hennings, the wife of Chicago’s most brilliant defense attorney, a woman notorious for her good taste, Amanda, as she always did, graciously accepted the compliment, allowing it to momentarily smother her doubt.
At least until she looked at that nose again. Would the widow notice? Would she see the blunder every time she chose to look at the piece? Would it drive her insane? Gah.
The woman couldn’t spend years looking at a nose butchered by the artist. Amanda couldn’t allow it. She’d redo the piece. That’s all. She’d make time to fix her mistake.
Done.
Over.
Move on.
A waiter slid a slice of cherry cheesecake in front of her. Any other day, she’d happily indulge, which of course wouldn’t help her lose that extra ten pounds, but a girl had a right to sugar. Simple fact. But after the beating she’d just given herself, she wasn’t sure her stomach could handle a rich dessert. Gently, she nudged the plate away, opting instead for a sip of water.
“Evening, Miss LeBlanc.”
She glanced up to where a large, barrel-chested man, late fifties perhaps, stood behind her. “Hello.”
“I’m detective Larry McCall. Chicago PD. Homicide.” He gestured to the vacant chair next to her. “Mind if I sit?”
Oh, boy. What was this?
Whatever it was she was thankful he wasn’t the man who’d been sitting beside her all evening. That man, a financial planner from one of the city’s big banks, had disappeared more than thirty minutes ago after she flatly told him, no, she was not interested in doing “hot” things in his bed. What an idiot. With any luck, he’d found a woman willing to take him up on his offer.
She held her hand out. “Of course. Someone was sitting there, but he’s been gone awhile.”
Hopefully for good.
The detective glanced across the table where Lexi sat with her boyfriend, Brodey, another Chicago homicide detective and also the brother of one of the Hennings & Solomon investigators. Seemed to Amanda that the Hennings clan had a connection to just about everyone in this city.
“Junior,” Detective McCall said, nodding a greeting.
“Lawrence,” Brodey drawled.
And how amusing was this? Clearly these two were in some kind of twisted male peeing match, and Amanda did everything in her power not to roll her eyes.
Detective McCall dropped his bulky frame into the chair beside her. “I’ll move if he comes back. Sorry if I’m interrupting.”
“Not at all. What can I do for you, Detective?”
“I checked out your bust.”
Amanda bit her lip, stifling a smile as the detective replayed in his mind the last seconds—wait for it. There.
He smacked himself on the head, then did it again, but he laughed at himself all the same. Instantly she liked him, liked his ability to find humor in embarrassing situations, liked his acceptance of his blunder without making a fuss.
“I apologize,” he said. “This is what happens when you put a guy like me in a place like this. I insult nice women.”
And he had the rough-around-the-edges grit of one of those throwback detectives she liked to watch on reruns of NYPD Blue.
“Well,” she said, “lucky for you I’m not easily offended. And what’s worse is that I figured out immediately you meant the sculpture and not my—” she looked down, circled her hand in front of her chest “—you know.”
“The sculpture. Yeah. It’s really good.”
Aside from the botched nose.
“Thank you.”
“No. I mean it’s really good. I knew Ben. Good guy. Great guy, actually. His wife is the daughter of…” He shook his head, waved it off. “Never mind. Doesn’t matter. The sculpture is…accurate. Scary accurate.”
Hmm… Having been approached by detectives before, Amanda felt the puzzle pieces beginning to come together and she readied herself to ruin Detective McCall’s evening. “I had a few photos from different angles to work from.”
“Yeah, I guess that helps. Listen, do you ever do forensic work?”
And there it was.
As suspected, the detective wanted her help on a case. Probably doing an age progression on a missing child or working with a witness to identify an attacker. Because of budgeting woes and a lack of funds for full-time forensic artists, police departments sometimes hired outside the department.
None of it mattered. She’d have to turn him down. “I’m sorry, Detective. I do have an interest and have taken some classes, but it’s not work I feel comfortable with yet.”
McCall, apparently ignoring her refusal, leaned in. “I’ve got this case...”

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Wednesday, September 2, 2015

For The Memory of Dragons
Dragons of Eternity, (Book 2)
By Julie Wetzel

This is a Crimson Tree Publishing Title
Release Date: August 31st, 2015

Genre: Adult, Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance, Science Fiction


What do you do when a dragon crash-lands in your backyard?
That's the question Terra's faced with when one of these creatures plows down into her cornfield. Should she help out the hunk of a man the dragon turns into, or turn him over to the trigger-happy 'authorities' that have come looking for him? The deciding factor—he has no memory. Giving him up just doesn't seem right… at least until she knows the truth of who he is.
Alex has forgotten a thing or two—his name being one of them—but he knows there is something important that he needs to remember, if he could just get his battered brain to work properly. A little rest might help, but there's no time for that when the bullets start flying.
Now he has to follow the few clues he has to discover who he is, and why people are trying to kill him. But that's the easy part. The hard part will be keeping his hands off the lovely lady helping him.
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Julie Wetzel is a mother of a hyperactive red headed boy, and what time she’s not chasing down dirty socks and unsticking toys from the ceiling she's crafting worlds readers can get lost it. Julie is a self-proclaimed bibliophile and lover of big words. She likes hiking, frogs, interesting earrings, and a plethora of other fun things.





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Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Seconds Before Sunrise
Book two in the Timely Death Trilogy 
By Shannon Thompson



Release Date: August 25th, 2015
Genre: Young Adult, Fantasy, Paranormal
Tour Dates: September 7th - 18th

Two nightmares. One memory.

"Chaos within destiny. It was the definition of our love."

Eric has weeks before his final battle when he's in an accident. Forced to face his human side, he knows he can't survive if he fights alone. But he doesn't want to surrender, even if he becomes the sacrifice for war.
Jessica's memory isn't the only thing she's lost. Her desire to find her parents is gone and so is her confidence. But when fate leaves nightmares behind, she decides to find the boy she sees in them, even if it risks her sanity.

Seconds Before Sunrise is the exciting sequel to Minutes Before Sunset by Shannon A. Thompson. Find out why readers are enthralled with the Timely Death Trilogy.







 
Shannon A. Thompson is a twenty-three-year-old author, avid reader, and habitual chatterbox. She was merely sixteen when she was first published, and a lot has happened since then. Thompson's work has appeared in numerous poetry collections and anthologies, and her first installment of The Timely Death Trilogy became Goodreads' Book of the Month.









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Monday, August 24, 2015

Castle For Dragons by Julie Wetzel
Dragons of Eternity, The First Archive
This is a Crimson Tree Publishing Title
Genre: Adult, Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance, Science Fiction
Release Date: August 11th, 2015


My review of this book and her other book "Accidental Wings" I loved both of these books. They are well written with well developed characters and scenes. I love the sense of humor that she gives her characters. I also love that the stories themselves are fast paced but fully developed, when you are reading the story you do not feel as if parts have been left out just to move the story along faster. These books "A Castle for Dragons and Accidental Wings"  are both truly worth reading. They are best suited for fantasy lovers both young and old. These are books that I would proudly give to friends and family as gifts.

 

 

A Castle for Dragons - Julie Wetzel - excerpt



The dragon was huge! It stood ten feet tall at the shoulder, and its mouth was large enough to fit a full-sized man. His scales were black as obsidian, and a boned frill protected the back of his head. A beautiful specimen. It was such a shame that they were going to have to kill him.
“You’re going to take on that with a few swords and shields?” Kathryn sassed.
Patrick had to hand it to her. Even knowing she was going to die if he failed, she still had spunk. “Of course not, my fair maiden.” He smiled at her. “I’m going to use words.”
The look she shot him clearly said he was insane.
He patted her hand reassuringly as they waited for the dragon to approach. They stood at the center of a wall of men ready to defend the town.
The dragon stopped and considered them for a moment. His eyes fell on Kathryn before looking at the rest of the men.
Giving her one more reassuring pat, Patrick released her. Turning to where he had dropped his shield while the men formed ranks, he stomped on the edge of the disk again. The hard metal popped up, and he caught it with the same flare as before. “Wait here while I reason with him.” He turned his attention to Daniel. “Keep her safe.”
Daniel took up a protective position next to her.
“Good morrow!” Patrick called out as he walked into the field with the dragon.
The dragon cocked his head curiously.
“I am Patrick Mylan of Eternity. By order of the king, I demand that you end your harassment of this village. If you surrender now and come along peacefully, your trial will be just and your sentence lenient. If you refuse, you will force us to take swift action to defend these people.”
The dragon blinked a few times as he drew in a deep breath.
Seeing the attack coming, Patrick dropped down and raised his shield. A great blast of fire washed over the hardened steel, heating the metal. Grabbing the pouch at his side, he tucked it up so the flames licking around the edges of his shield wouldn't set it alight. As soon as the onslaught stopped, Patrick rose to face his attacker.
The dragon looked at him. The cock of its great head showed its confusion.
Steam rose from the man’s soaked leathers, but Patrick was mostly unharmed. “It would do you good to use your nose before you attacked,” he taunted. “I know a thing or two about dragons.”



 
With a dragon ravaging the countryside, the Prince of Dragons sends out his best man, Patrick Mylan. His orders—secure an abandoned castle and stop the foul beast from stealing more maidens. This shouldn't be an issue for an Elite of Eternity

But there is more going on than there seems. When other dragons are sighted in the area, the town sends their maidens to their new lord for protection. Patrick's life just became a lot more complicated. With the dragon he's hunting acting odd and a castle filled with women distracting him, how is he supposed to do the job he was sent for? And what are the ladies going to do when they find out he's the other dragon in the area?

A Castle for Dragons is a prequel novel to On the Wings of Accidental Dragons by Julie Wetzel.

Julie Wetzel is a mother of a hyperactive red headed boy, and what time she’s not chasing down dirty socks and unsticking toys from the ceiling she's crafting worlds readers can get lost it. Julie is a self-proclaimed bibliophile and lover of big words. She likes hiking, frogs, interesting earrings, and a plethora of other fun things.
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Thursday, August 13, 2015

Clean Teen Publishing has a brand new giveaway! You could win a Clean Teen Publishing Mystery Box! Each box will include 2-3 young adult print novels (may include advance release copies), swag, and more. Imagine your excitement as the postal carrier delivers this big beauty to your door. Each box’s contents are completely top secret and confidential. All we can tell you is that it will include a few Clean Teen Publishing print novels and some fun goodies. This giveaway is open to US contestants. If you are International, please still enter. We will be offering up an alternative prize for International winners which will include 3 ebooks of the readers choice. Good luck and happy winning!

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Monday, August 3, 2015


                     Montana Cherries 
                                                                By Kim Law

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 This review is not part of the blog tour for the book, but I had to give a shout out about the book. I absolutely loved it!

(I was given a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. )

Montana Cherries is a wonderful read. The characters are well developed and the dynamics between characters are great.  This one will tug at your heart strings as you become more and more involved in the story of Dani Wilde and her brothers and her father. Dani is a strong woman full of love and compassion, but when not so pleasant memories of her mother start entering her mind she begins to question who she really is. 
Enter Ben Denton and his four year old daughter Haley and Dani just becomes even more confused about who she is. She is set to move to New York a life long dream of hers when Ben reenters her life, she can not deny her attraction to Ben and their friendship that they developed so many years ago just picks right back up. Ben and Dani are totally at ease in each others company once they discuss the one time that they slept together years ago.
But as her brothers return home and plans for the future of their farm changes Dani feels more at a loss than ever and then a secret comes to light that was kept from Dani by her brother's and father.   Will Dani ever be able to forgive them?  All she knows is that she must leave as planned no matter how Ben feels about her, she just needs to find out who she is and what she wants to do with her life before she can even begin to think about sharing it with anyone else.
Grab your tissues before you start reading this one you will need them. This book is a wonderful choice for anyone who loves a great romance with family love and drama added in to the mix.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

                         Light & Dark



Review of Light & Dark two unforgettable books.

First up the light book "Hearts in Motion"  Book one in the Rescued Hearts series. Written by Edie Ramer.
Let me just say this is such a sweet romance and such a clever concept. I love the female protagonist Abby Primm she is so down to earth  and loving. Abby is a well written character she will undoubtedly remind you of someone you know and love. Struggling to get her business started while raising her little sister after the tragic death of their parents. Abby has rescued three strays one big Golden Retriever named Lion and  two cats Quigley and Minnie and is fostering a kitten Epic.  She agrees to care for a six year old little girl to help supplement her income for a couple of weeks following her latest let down with her business.  Turns out the adorable and troubled little girl belongs to Holden Ramsay a wealthy businessman.  Abby doesn't have a very great first impression of Holden after watching his interactions with Cara his daughter.
Holden this guy is such a sweetheart, but he has been hurt pretty bad and his childhood was not the best.  To spite all of what life has thrown at him he has a big kind heart that he doesn't want to have broken again.  He doesn't know what to do with Cara since he has not seen her since she was born.  He quickly learns what it is like to have the love of a small child thanks to Abby. 
Holden is engaged but finds himself falling for Abby. These two need a little push in the right direction and that comes from the most unlikely of places.  I love how the author has not only incorporated animals into this story but she gives them true personalities, and makes them a wonderful part of the entire book.  Snatch this one up for a fun light read when you need a lift in your mood.

Next up: The Dark Book.  "Tuesday's Child"  Written by Dale Mayer
When they say dark they mean dark with this book.  I truly loved this book. Samantha the protagonist is an untrained Psychic with a rare gift. A gift that throws her into the bodies of victims of violent crimes as the crime is taking place.  Sam is kind of a recluse living out in the country alone and working in the local veterinarian's office part time. She has her large dog Moses for company and that seems to be all she needs. Sam has started a new life after a run in with a nasty deputy in another city. She just wants to be left alone. But her visions drive her to make contact with the local police department, and their view of her visions is one of disbelief and suspicion.  Sam runs out of the station in distress but knowing that she has done all she could to help the poor woman in her vision.
Detective Brandt Sutherland a compassionate man with drive and determination.  Brandt seems set on being a part of Sam's life whether she wants him there or not.
Tracking a serial killer through Sam's visions seems like a long shot but one that Detective Brandt is willing to take if it helps catch the killer. Brandt has worked with Psychic's before with good results. Some other officers in his department are not convinced and pose a problem for both Sam and Brandt.
This one is truly a dark tale. Well written and believable. I do not want to write too much for fear of giving too much away. This is not a light read and one you might not want to read alone at night.  I loved both of these books and will be reading other books from both authors.  I wish I could give them more than five stars!!

Here is a little bit about each of these authors:  A little about Dale.



 A USA Today bestselling author, Dale Mayer is a prolific multi-published writer. She’s best known for her Psychic Vision Series. Besides her romantic suspense/thrillers, Dale also writes paranormal romance and crossover young adult books in different genres. In her spare time, she writes gripping contemporary romances.

The above is from Dale. 
Edie wanted to add a few insights: What most readers don't know is that while Dale writes over 3500 words a day, she's also renovating a house - and doing a lot of the work herself - plus making meals and desserts from scratch. And she has four children. 

Lately Edie has wondered if it's possible for a normal person to do so much. Could it be possible that Dale is really an AI masquerading as a person?

Connect with Dale online and make your own decisionsAmazon / Twitter / Facebook  / Dale's website

A little about Edie. 


Also a USA bestselling author, Edie Ramer writes in multiple genres - romantic suspense, contemporary romance, paranormal, scifi romance and mysteries. Her stories often have dogs and cats in them, and there might be a dragon or two. All her books come from her heart, especially her new Love & Murder series with stand-alone books that include love, murder, Marines, strong heroes and heroines, smart heroines and heroes, a child in need, tension, humor, sadness, and happiness.

She's funnier on the page than in real life. She loves hearing from readers, so connect with Edie online:
Edie's website / blog / Facebook / Twitter / Amazon
I would like to add that after emailing with Edie I have found her to be extremely nice and she truly does seem to love communicating with her readers.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015






  Exposing Justice

Series: The Justice Team (#3)
Authors:  Misty Evans  and Adrienne Giordano
Release Date: July 13, 2015
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Buy Links:    Amazon / Barnes & Noble  / iBook / Kobo

My Review:

Review of Exposing Justice:

I received an ARC copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
This is the third book in the Justice series.  I loved this book, but then I love all the books in this series. This one is about Hope and Brice.  Brice is an EX-ATF agent  turned Blogger and Hope is employed by the Public information office of the U.S. Supreme Court.
Hope has absolutely no respect for bloggers, until she meets Brice and discovers just how legitimate he is. He does not make stuff up just to cause trouble, he deals in facts that he has carefully researched.
These two are thrown together after a Supreme Court Justice is shot in an apparent road rage confrontation, but Brice believes it was much more than a simple case of road rage.  This story moves fast and like all the Justice Series books.
I love how in these books you really can not picture the male and female protagonists together but once they start interacting you realize just how well they meld together, they always make for a hot match full of passion, Hope and Brice are no exception to this trend.
Both are strong people as individuals put them together and you have an unbeatable team.
You really need to check this one out for yourself, if you love a good murder mystery, with a fast pace and some romance thrown into the action.

Book Summary:


Fans of the Justice Team Series will love this action-packed third installment!

As a Public Information officer for the US Supreme Court, idealist Hope Denby knows how to spin a story. A journalist at heart, she loves being in the middle of a juicy scoop and has her sights set on future Press Secretary for the White House. When the Supreme Court Chief Justice is accidentally killed in a road rage accident, and a high-profile conspiracy blogger claims it was premeditated murder, Hope has to shut down the paranoid blogger—which should be a slam dunk until she discovers he’s not as crazy as she thought and she has more in common with the secretive, hard-hitting investigator then she’d like to admit.

Cyber resistance against government corruption isn’t just a theory for Brice Brennan on his blog, The First Amendment Patriot. As a former ATF agent who blew the whistle on his superiors, he’s no stranger to government cover-ups and scandals. An anonymous tip on the Chief Justice’s death sends him searching for answers. What he finds is a sexy, young idealist about to blow his private, behind-the-scenes world to pieces.

Brice and Hope couldn’t be more opposite, but exposing justice makes them partners—and puts them on the track of a ruthless killer. As their investigation takes them into the dark underbelly of Washington politics and murder-for-hire, it also takes them into the bedroom where passion erupts and emotional walls crumble. But when the killer makes an attempt on Hope’s life, will Brice be able to keep her safe? Or will blowing the whistle on corruption and greed mean losing the one person he’s allowed himself to love?

Exposing Justice Excerpt 1 – Hope’s POV

“Denby! Get in here!”
Ooh! Hope Denby shot up, sending her rickety government-issued chair sailing against the back of her cubicle. She peeped over the wall in front of her at her cubemate, Rob. “Ohmygod, she’s insane today.”
Rob didn’t bother looking up from whatever he was reading on his computer. “Seriously fucking deranged. You’d better get in there.”
Because experience dictated she had thirty-point-two seconds to appear in front of her boss or she’d be bellowed at once again.
“Coming!”
Hope scooped up her legal pad and a pen and hustled to the boss’s office just twenty-five feet away. Working at the Public Information Office of the U.S. Supreme Court meant each day brought something new. It could be working with reporters wanting to cover a case, preparing transcripts, or press releases, all of it fascinating and tedious and ripe with possibilities.
Today was no different. Eight hours earlier, the Chief Justice of the U.S. Supreme Court had been accidently gunned down on the Gaynor Bridge while trying to resolve a road rage dispute.
And now, it was all over the news and her boss, Amy Ripling, the Public Information Officer, had been in full-blown crisis mode all day.
“Denby!” Amy screamed again.
Hope kicked off her sky-high heels, left them sitting in the corridor—no time to stop—and picked up her pace. She swung around the doorway, grabbing the frame to slow her down. “I’m here. Sorry.”
Amy sat at her desk, random files and papers and notes strewn across the top. Two ringing cell phones sat on top of the mess joined by the incessant beeping of the desk phone. Amy picked up the handset, tapped the hold button and handed Hope a note. “Call this guy. He’s bugging the shit out of me and I’m trying to deal with the networks.”
She glanced down at the name. The First Amendment Patriot. Interesting. But, woohoo! Finally, her boss ponied up an assignment on a major case, albeit a tragic one. “Yes, ma’am. Who is he?”
“He’s a blogger.”
A blogger.
The Journalism major in her wailed.
“Damned, bloggers. I am on it, Amy.”
“I knew you’d love it. You’re an animal, Denby.”
“Thank you. I think.”
Amy waved it away. “Yada, yada. He wants a statement, but be careful. He’s one of the those conspiracy theory nutcases. Tell him something that won’t hurt us. Until we have more on what happened on that bridge, we’re going with what we know.”
“Sure. But—”
Amy glanced at the still beeping phone, beep-beep-beep, then came back to Hope, her taut skin barely restraining her impatience. “What, Denby? What?”
Ignoring Amy’s tone, she stood a little straighter. “Yes, ma’am. What is it exactly that we know?”
All day long, Hope, like everyone else in the office, had been monitoring the news channels to see who was saying what. For their part, the Public Information Office had released very few details. Mainly because they’d been given very few details.
The police and the FBI were handling the press on this nightmare.
“What we know,” Amy said, “is that the Chief Justice and his security detail, consisting of one Supreme Court police officer, were en route to work today and got stuck in a traffic jam on the bridge. The FBI is looking into that. Apparently, there’s some confusion as to why that lane was closed. They’re talking to DDOT. Anyway, two cars ahead of the Chief Justice some whacko jumped out of a cab and started arguing with the driver of the car next to them. The argument became heated and the judge’s officer got out to diffuse the situation. Justice Turner—God rest his soul—defied his security officer’s order to stay in the car and got out to see if he could help. While the officer tried to convince the judge to get his ass back in the car, the guy who jumped out of the cab fired a gun; the shot missed and accidentally hit the judge. The shooter ran. That’s what we know. But you’re not telling our blogger friend that. For him, you’re keeping it simple. Road rage, two men arguing, gunshot. D.C. Metro and the SC police are handling it from here.”
“Got it. No problem.”
“Good. I’m heading into a meeting with the Justices. I’m guessing it’ll be a while. Make sure everyone knows they should only disturb me if the building is on fire. Or someone else is dead.”
Ew. “I’ll handle it.”
She spun toward the door.
“Denby?”
“Yes?”
“Where the hell are your shoes?”


Exposing Justice Excerpt 2 – Brice’s POV

Brice Brennan sat alone at his computer watching a blinking cursor. He needed a story. A kick-ass story that no one else had.
And time was running out.
It was only three o’clock in the afternoon, yet he sat in the dark, courtesy of his blackout curtains. Today’s blog had to be up by nine. Fifty-five thousand and sixty-three fans, and six new advertisers, were waiting for it. After he’d exposed the United States’ deputy attorney general and the ATF’s collaboration on a gunwalking scandal recently, his readership had exploded.
His readers wanted scandal. Real journalism, not sugarcoated updates running ad nauseam or ratings-whoring gossip passed off as investigative reporting.
Tick-tock.
Brice tapped his thumb against his desktop. Three big news stories had flooded the blogosphere today. Each held potential for him, but none yet had generated any calls from his covert, and oftentimes dissident, sources.
Knowledge was power. Once he hit on a story, he became engrossed in it. He wouldn’t let it go until he exposed the truth.
As if summoned by his sheer desperation, his phone rang—the private tip line running through his computer. Brice’s pulse jumped. This could be it. The tip he was waiting for.
“‘The duty of a true patriot is to protect his country from its government.’ This is Hawkeye. Go.”
The Thomas Paine quote was his motto and what he founded the blog on. He recorded all his tip calls through the computer, which meant all of them ran through the speakers since he never used headphones. When you were always alone, what did you need headphones for?
“Hawkeye, this is Lodestone.”
Lodestone was a government employee who seemed to enjoy being Brice’s informant. He’d never said as much, but Brice knew the type. Knew the man had connections Brice could only dream of, and best of all, Lodestone never asked for money. “Go ahead, Lodestone. I’m listening.”
“I have information about the death of Chief Justice Raymond Turner this morning.”
A spurt of adrenaline shot through Brice’s limbs. “The road rage accident?”
“It’s no coincidence that he got held up on that bridge.” A pause—Lodestone deciding how much he could share? “A sensitive case was on the docket for Turner to decide whether the Supreme Court would hear it or not. Look into it. You never know what you might find.”
The line went dead.
Brice disconnected and stared blankly at the screen. If Turner’s death wasn’t an accident…
The screensaver had appeared on his computer. The Patriot Blog’s logo of an eagle. He tapped a key to wake the computer up, ready to start digging, when three loud knocks on his door interrupted him.
The first three were followed by a single knock.
Brice hung his head.
The coded knocks meant only one thing.
The Justice Team had arrived.
Maybe if he didn’t respond, they’d go away.
“Open up, Brennan,” Justice “Grey” Greystone called from the other side.
Brice swore under his breath. If he played possum, pretended he wasn’t even there, Grey would…
“Or I’ll have Mitch pick the locks. Either way, we’re coming in.”
How long was this going to go on?
Jumping up from his office chair, he hustled to the door, unlocked the three deadbolts and doorknob, and cracked the door open two inches.
“I’m not interested, Grey,” he told the leader of the Justice Team standing on his front porch looking like the Federal agent he used to be. Dark clothes, fake smile. Batman in his Bruce Wayne persona. “We’ve already had this discussion. Six times by my count.”
The weak smile on Grey’s lips struggled to stay in place. The man never smiled unless his fiancé was in spitting distance. He was trying to appear friendly and inviting. Mostly, he looked constipated.
“There are perks.” Grey glanced at Mitch, aka, Robin, and nodded.
When all else fails, go to your wingman.
“Like what?” Brice asked, chewing on the side of his thumbnail. “Being shot at? Having to send your girlfriend undercover as a stripper? Oh, yeah, that sounds better than medical insurance and vacation days.” He switched his gaze to Robin. “Oh, and how about being framed for your best friend’s murder? It’s hard to top that as a perk.”
Grey’s hard eyes turned to pure steel. Although the Justice Team’s past operations had all ended successfully, each one had put the members in extreme situations where things could have gone south in a hurry. Brice had been in on one of them in New Mexico with Mitch and his girlfriend, Caroline. Brice was lucky he was still breathing. They were all lucky they weren’t in jail.
Mitch grinned and shoved his way inside. His coat was unzipped and it fell open to reveal a T-shirt that read, I put the Hot in psychotic. He took up residence in Brice’s leather recliner with a big plop and Grey followed. “Jesus it’s dark in here. Are you a vampire or something, Brice?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “As far as perks, you get to look at my handsome face every day, Brice buddy. Best. Perk. Ever.”
Psychotic did not begin to describe Mitch Monroe. Brice left the door ajar and went back to his chair. He didn’t like people in his space. Especially not Batman and Robin.“I’m sure Caroline enjoys that, but it takes more than a pretty face to make me want to give up my blog.”
“You don’t have to give up your blog, right, Grey?” Mitch nodded without waiting for his boss to agree. “Investigating conspiracies is exactly what we want you to continue doing.”
Cyber resistance against government corruption wasn’t just a theory for Brice. The First Amendment Patriot blog was his life. While he valued his privacy and didn’t like to call attention to himself, he had a strong internal sense of right and wrong and had no trouble blowing the whistle on corrupt politicians and government agencies. Others appreciated what he did. Donations to the blog paid his bills and he cared little about material wealth or possessions. As long as he kept his lifestyle lean, he’d be fine.
Tick-tock.
Grey didn’t look all that happy about Brice keeping his blog “We have nine open cases right now that involve crooked politicians, lobbyists, and potential cover-ups. Your skills and contacts would help tremendously.”
Brice’s ego did indeed like it, too. He was damn good at running his blog, and he’d once enjoyed being part of a taskforce. Lived for his job as an undercover ATF agent. The commendations in his folder had proven his worth, and the team of men he’d worked with had always had his back. Failure had never entered his mind.
Until his boss—his former partner—and the ATF sent him down in flames. The men he’d been closer to than his three brothers turned on each other.
Those days were over. Lesson learned. Never trust anyone.
Facts were more trustworthy than people. Detachment and autonomy were important to doing a good job.Exposing government coverups and bringing dirty cops, politicians, and even heads of the most powerful agencies in the world to heel from the safety of his computer was what he excelled at now.
“I’m no longer a team player.” Truer words had never been spoken. Swinging his chair around to emphasize his point, he turned his back on the two men he had let into his personal circle and now regretted. The safety of his computer beckoned. “I just got a lead on a breaking story, and I’m not coming to work for the Justice Team. Show yourselves out, ladies.”
Behind him, the leather chair squeaked as Mitch stood. An uncomfortable silence followed, complete with strained murmuring—Batman and Robin trying to figure out their next move.
Let ’em talk.
“What story?” Grey asked.
“Chief Justice Turner. The road rage accident that killed him may not have been an accident at all.”
“Murder?” Mitch slapped him on the back. “Make you a deal, Brice, ol’ buddy. You join the Justice Team, and I’ll help you investigate your lead on Turner.”
He was grinning like his offer was an obvious slam-dunk. Brice stood, grabbed Mitch’s arm and hustled him to the door. “I don’t need your help, Mitch, ol’ buddy, and I can investigate Turner’s death on my own.”
Mostly true. If there was anything worth investigating.
Grey stood at the computer, looking at the screen, one hand cupping his chin. “What makes you think Turner’s death was murder?”
“I got a tip from a very reliable source.” Brice didn’t need to prove anything to these men, and yet, the investigator in him liked the credibility. “Claims Turner had a sensitive case on his docket that he was deciding on whether the court would hear it or not. Maybe nothing, but he told me to look into it.”
“Sounds far-fetched to me. The Chief Justice probably had a long list of possible cases for the Court to hear.”
Mitch jerked his arm out of Brice’s hand. “Yeah, and every one of the plaintiffs believes their case is sensitive. It’s going to take a lot of work to dig into each and every one of them.”
A smile—the genuine thing—crept over Grey’s face. “How about I make you a deal, Brice? We help you get Turner’s list and do the digging. Save you a lot of time. If, of course, you help us out with a few of our cases.”
He itched to jump on this right away, but he didn’t need help. What he needed was for these two to leave him alone. “I’ll think about it and let you know my decision in the morning.”
Grey seemed unfazed by his delay. “Fair enough.”
After Batman and Robin left, Brice dropped back into this chair. A few clicks of his keyboard and he had the phone number for the Public Information Office of the Supreme Court.
He’d do his own investigation, like always. If that lead nowhere, he’d consider Grey’s deal.
As the phone rang on the other end, he smiled to himself. Nothing like a good conspiracy to get the adrenaline flowing.










About the Authors:


Misty Evans:


USA Today bestselling Author Misty Evans has published over twenty novels and writes romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal romance. As a writing coach, she helps other authors bring their books – and their dreams of being published – to life.

The books in her Super Agent series have won a CataNetwork Reviewers’ Choice Award, CAPA nominations, the New England Reader’s Choice Bean Pot Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2010 and the ACRA Heart of Excellence Reader’s Choice Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2011.

Her Witches Anonymous series was dubbed a Fallen Angel Reviews Recommended Read. The Super Agent Series, Witches Anonymous Series, and the Kali Sweet Series have been on multiple Amazon Kindle bestsellers lists. Her culinary romantic mystery, THE SECRET INGREDIENT, and the first book in her Deadly series, DEADLY PURSUIT, are both USA TODAY bestsellers.

Misty likes her coffee black, her conspiracy stories juicy, and her wicked characters dressed in couture. When not reading or writing, she enjoys music, movies, and hanging out with her husband, twin sons, and two spoiled puppies.

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Adrienne Giordano:


USA Today bestselling author Adrienne Giordano writes romantic suspense and mystery.  She is a Jersey girl at heart, but now lives in the Midwest with her workaholic husband, sports obsessed son and Buddy the Wheaten Terrorist (Terrier). She is a co-founder of Romance University blog and Lady Jane's Salon-Naperville, a reading series dedicated to romantic fiction.

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 Title: Deadly Intent
Series: SCVC Taskforce #4
Author: Misty Evans
Release Date: July 13, 2015
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Buy Links: : Amazon / Kobo /  iBooks
Barnes & Noble coming soon.

Book Summary:


She’ll do anything to find her sister…

Deep undercover with a Tijuana drug cartel, FBI agent Sophia Diaz is two days away from making the biggest bust of her career…and tracking down her sister who went missing ten years ago. But when a rival cartel puts out a hit on her, there’s only one man who can keep her alive.

He’ll do anything to keep her safe…

Immigration enforcement officer, Nelson Cruz, has his hands full with his own operation while undercover as a member of the Savages motorcycle gang. When orders come down that he has to protect the sexy, but oh-so-aloof, Agent Diaz without breaking his cover, Nelson must put his skills to the ultimate test. Especially since a previous relationship with Sophie compromised his career and wreaked havoc on his heart.

South of the border is no place to die…

Nelson’s never gotten over the time he spent in Sophie’s bed or the fact she double-crossed him on their last mission together. He can’t trust her…and she doesn’t trust anybody. As the two fight their red-hot, south of the border attraction, Nelson discovers a secret that could destroy Sophie’s world forever. Once again, he’s forced to put his job—and his life—on the line for her. Can he keep her alive and out of prison? Or will their careers, as well as their hearts, go up in the flames of desire?


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About the Author:


USA TODAY Bestselling Author Misty Evans has published over twenty novels and writes romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal romance. As a writing coach, she helps other authors bring their books – and their dreams of being published – to life.

The books in her Super Agent series have won a CataNetwork Reviewers’ Choice Award, CAPA nominations, the New England Reader’s Choice Bean Pot Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2010 and the ACRA Heart of Excellence Reader’s Choice Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2011.

Her Witches Anonymous series was dubbed a Fallen Angel Reviews Recommended Read. The Super Agent Series, Witches Anonymous Series, and the Kali Sweet Series have been on multiple Amazon Kindle bestsellers lists. Her culinary romantic mystery, THE SECRET INGREDIENT, and the first book in her Deadly series, DEADLY PURSUIT, are both USA TODAY bestsellers.

Misty likes her coffee black, her conspiracy stories juicy, and her wicked characters dressed in couture. When not reading or writing, she enjoys music, movies, and hanging out with her husband, twin sons, and two spoiled puppies.

Connect with Misty: Website   / Facebook Twitter /Goodreads  /Newsletter /Pinterest

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A note from Misty:

Dear Reader,

Nothing pulls on my heartstrings more than kids and dogs.
The World Health Organization estimates there are 1.4 million kids worldwide who, like Lexie in Deadly Intent, are blind. Historically in the U.S. blind children and youth did not receive guide dogs until they reached the age of 18.

During my research, however, I stumbled upon the MIRA Foundation. MIRA USA was founded to provide guide dogs free of charge to blind children and youth between the ages of 11-17. MIRA has been successfully pairing guide dogs with children and youth since 1991, and they remain the only organization in the world dedicated to training guide dogs for this age group.

At $60,000 per placement, these dogs present a significant expense. MIRA USA pays all of the costs associated with receiving a dog as well as all of the follow-up training that takes place after the student returns home.

Also in my research, I came across 4 Paws For Ability. Their mission is to enrich the lives of children with disabilities by the training and placement of quality, task-trained service dogs to provide increased independence for the children and assistance to their families. They place dogs with youth and veterans and assist with animal rescue when possible. A win-win if I ever saw one.

I can’t say enough about these two amazing groups. A portion of the proceeds from the sales of this story will be donated to MIRA and 4Paws4Ability. I hope you’ll help spread the word about these great organizations and the work they do to help kids and adults alike!

Happy reading!
Misty

Deadly Intent Excerpt:


Nelson Cruz thought he might throw up.
His left temple beat a violent staccato timed to AC/DC’s Hells Bells. His eyelids scratched like sandpaper against his corneas. The left eye was swollen shut; the right didn’t seem to want to obey on principal.
Swallowing past the dryness in his throat, he drew a deep breath and focused on the last thing he could remember. A humid, dark building. Body odor, cigarettes, the hiss of…
Snakes?
Someone had grabbed him. Threats had been yelled in his face. A fist had connected with his eye, another with his gut.
Interrupting the replay in his head, a floral scent brought him back to the here and now, teasing his nose and reminding him of something—someone—completely different. It smelled like…
Sophie.
Dreaming. He had to be dreaming.
Playing possum, he held still and finished his inventory. His aching head rested on something soft. Pillow. He was flat on his back, limbs splayed, his battered body cushioned. Bed.
The floral scent grew stronger. A low, seductive voice said, “You looked better last year in San Diego, niño. You really should have stayed there.”
That voice. Smooth. Almost a purr.
Sophie.
His body responded like it always did at the thought of her—his cock grew hard at the thought of her luscious curves in spite of the fact that he’d just had the shit beat out of him. Memories of warm nights, too much tequila, and an ocean of stars assaulted his brain.
Commanding his good eye to open, he realized it didn’t matter. Something covered his eyes. He brought a hand to his face.
Or tried to anyway. Both hands were held hostage, his wrists tied.
Metal rattled as he jerked at the restraints. Not tied. Handcuffed.
To the bed.
Correction: He was handcuffed to FBI Agent Sophia Diaz’s bed.
Ah, shit. “Uncuff me, Soph.”
His voice was rough. Too rough. Too many late nights drinking and smoking with the Savages Motorcycle Gang. This undercover assignment was going to kill him.
If Sophie didn’t first.
The mattress dipped from her weight as she joined him on the bed. Warm fingers played over his naked bicep. “Why are you here?”
To protect your ass and bring you home.
Better to keep that a secret. At least the part about the FBI believing she was a rogue agent. Diaz had a chip on her shoulder bigger than his dick. “Uncuff me and I’ll tell you.”
Her fingernail dug into his muscle. Just enough to remind him she was in charge. “Tell me first, then I might turn you loose. Or I might shoot you.”
Nothing with Sophie was ever easy. “You know what happened the last time you handcuffed me to your bed.”
“Yes, you had the night of your life.”
True. It had actually been two nights, but it could have been a thousand and it wouldn’t have been enough. “You enjoyed it as much as I did.”
“And then you left me.”
After he’d found out the truth. After she’d thrown her handcuffs at his head and given a nice scar. “If you’d told me who you were up front, things might have turned out differently.”
“I was undercover.”
“As was I.”
She lifted the corner of the blindfold covering his right eye. Her long, dark hair, beautiful skin, and big hazel-green eyes swam into focus. “Why are you in Tijuana?”
Work was as good of an excuse as ever. Except that if he mentioned his original assignment—Chica Bonita—she’d probably shoot him in the balls for good measure and then throw him out.
Good thing he was a skilled liar. “Just joined the Savages. I’m patrolling the border for Morales.”
“You’re lying.” The blindfold slipped off his head. She sat back on her heels. “Rodrigo’s men are the ones who did this to you.”
Either his vision was screwed or the blow to his eye had messed with his head. Through the haze, it looked like Sophie was wearing nothing but her bra, some lacy black underpants, and a garter. Her breasts were pushed up and out, creating cleavage that made Nelson’s dry mouth water.
Apparently, she didn’t appreciate his ogling, even if it was only with one eye. She smacked him on the cheek. “Focus!”
Hard to do when she was mostly naked on the bed beside him. “God’s truth, Soph. I’m undercover to investigate the gang and some of their dealings along the border. Not all of Morales’s men, and certainly not Rodrigo, know me yet. Especially his personal security team. Who suck, by the way. I’m surprised he’s not dead already.”
“Why were you were sneaking around the grounds of the compound?”
“Can you please uncuff me so we can talk like rational human beings?”
“The only reason you’re alive at this moment is because I intervened and stopped Chavez and his goons from killing you. Rodrigo Morales happens to like me and Chavez knows it. It took some begging on my part, and a threat or two, but I got him to bring you here and let me handle you.”
“Chavez?”
“Rodrigo’s head of security. The guy who gave you the black eye?”
“Ah. Well, he needs a lesson in protecting an asset.”
“Look, I’m valuable to the Morales cartel, but I still had to lie and say you were…my lover.” She gave an exaggerated shudder. “It was the only way to explain how I knew you.”
“Lover, huh?” He grinned. “I’m happy to play my part.”
Leaning forward, she put her luscious cleavage on full display in front of his face as she stroked his jawline with a finger. He could see the sexy little gap between her front two teeth. “You owe me your life, Nels.”
Her full lips were covered in glossy, red lipstick. Her eyes danced with mischief.
Being a U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement agent with the Southern California Violent Crimes Taskforce had prepared him for many things in his undercover roles with gangs, drug cartels, and human traffickers. Physical violence, torture, possible death. Never had it prepared him for the force of nature contained in the five-foot-five, irresistible package known as Sophia Diaz.
Tied to her bed once more, it was fifty shades of Sophia all over again. Her beauty stunned him into silence. His cock was so tight against his zipper, it hurt.
She took his silence as stubbornness rather than speechlessness, and since she knew a thing or two about breaking his will, she straddled him.
Jesus, Joseph, and Mary. She was wearing spiky red heels.
Her curvaceous bottom nestled down on his hard cock and he moaned before he could stop himself. She planted her hands on his chest and arched her back, a blatant reminder of how she’d rode him the last time they’d spent time in bed together. “You’re wasting time, niño. Tell me the truth or…”
She ground herself into him slowly and deliberately, licking her lips and smiling down on him.
Torture. Brutal, beautiful torture like he hadn’t had since the last time they were in this exact position.
She was undercover, working on bringing down Rodrigo Morales. He was undercover, working a different angle, but on the same man and his cartel. They should be able to work together.
Regardless of the past lies and indiscretions.
In fact, working together would be better for both of them.
Except Special Agent Diaz wasn’t a team player. Never had been. She was the most fiercely independent agent in the FBI. She worked alone and always got her man—the only reason the Feds allowed her to be so independent. Their concern that she’d been under too long on this mission and may have gone rogue was ridiculous. Sophie was Bureau to her lovely bones. Her track record was spotless.
With one exception.
Chica Bonita.
He couldn’t tell her he was investigating the possible resurgence of the human trafficking operation that had been the only failure of her career.
So he told her the only thing he could. “Guido Ruiz.”
The sex goddess morphed back into FBI agent. She stopped undulating on top of him and gave him a hard stare. “What about him?”
Nelson took one last look at all the beautiful cleavage and sighed. “He put out a hit on you at 0800 hours yesterday.”
“What? Where did you hear this?”
“He hired me to do it.”
That gave her pause. “You?”
“He doesn’t know I’m with the Savages and my backstop identity says I’ve done murder-for-hire quite successfully. At the bar the other night, Guido offered me a hundred-thousand to kill you—one of the reasons the FBI and the SCVC Taskforce want me to bring you home.”
She looked at him wide-eyed for a second and then threw back her head and laughed. Low and husky, the sound sent ripples down his spine, not to mention what it did to his already straining lower parts.
Patting his chest, she gave another chuckle. “I’m not going anywhere with you, ICE boy. Feel free to run back to San Diego and tell the FBI, and your boss at the taskforce, to stay out of my operation. I’m not scared of Guido and I’m too close to bringing down Morales to blow this over an idle threat by a spoiled brat posing as a rival cartel leader.”
Guido was no spoiled brat. He was a six-foot-three monster with a shaved head and teardrop tattoos. Six of ʼem. He’d once worked for Rodrigo’s father and decided to take over. A bloody battle ensued, but Ciro Morales had deep pockets and loyal employees. He won the skirmish and Guido went underground.
For a while, anyway.
Now, with Ciro dead, the monster was back and he was coming after Ciro’s son. Killing off Rodrigo Morales was tough, even if his security detail wasn’t the brightest, and Guido liked to make his prey suffer first. Everyone knew Rodrigo had a thing for his accountant. Guido planned to kill her off first.
“It’s not an idle threat, Soph.” Nelson understood Sophie’s bravado. As an undercover agent, her life was always in danger, like his. Miss 99% Ball Buster wasn’t about to let a criminal of any type ruin her chance at a successful bust, regardless of the fact that Guido had once been the Morales cartel’s right-hand man and was the only serious menace to Rodrigo at this point. But that didn’t matter. The higher-ups wanted her butt back in the U.S. “Your life is in imminent danger. It’s time to pack it in.”
“I can’t leave. I won’t leave. Not yet.” She studied him, her eyes softening as she leaned forward, putting her face in front of his. “But maybe you can stay if you play along and pretend to be my lover and bodyguard.”
Once more through the fog in his brain due to her nearness, Nelson reminded himself that Sophie never worked with a partner. Which was why he’d ended up holding shit instead of evidence the last round he’d gone with her.
Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice… “What do I get out of it?”
Sophie grinned and produced a key from between her breasts. “For starters, I’ll release you.”
That was easy.
Too easy.
Something was wrong here but he couldn’t snap the pieces together when she was shoving her chest into his and her big smile encouraged him to forget his misgivings and consider her offer.
Freedom and Sophie in one package. What could he say?
“You have a deal, Agent Diaz.”

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