Irresistible Moonlight

Hello everyone and welcome to Wednesday's Briefs! For those of you new to the group, every Wednesday, a group of authors post a flash fiction of 500-1000 words using either a verbal or pictorial prompt. This week, I have chosen a picture. Folks, this is also a new story. I know that Jordan's Second Chance is not complete and I have not forgotten it, I just wanted to write something else.

Alex Randall is a college student and new in town. He longs for adventure, but often has to settle for the excitement of watching old reruns with his cousin, Robbie. When Robbie surprised Alex and suggests a night out, will Alex find the adventure he's been searching for, or will he uncover the monster of his nightmares? I hope you enjoy this first addition.

Happy reading,

TC  

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Irresistible Moonlight

 

Chapter One  

 

“Ugh, you are so borrring!” Alex Randall whined to his cousin, Robbie Landsing.

It was Friday night and Robbie once again, wanted to stay home! Alex didn’t want to stay home, he wanted to go out and have fun. He wanted to shake his ass at the club and meet new people. Unfortunately, not only was he new in town with no friends or car, but payday wasn’t for another week.

So that left convincing stuck-in-the-mud Robbie to go out. When Robbie’s blond brow rose, Alex felt the door of doom slam in his face with a sinister laugh. It was going to be another long night of watching reruns.

“Actually, you know what?” Robbie said, standing from the brown suede sofa in the family room and shocking the crap out of Alex. “There’s a new club opening downtown, let’s check it out.

“I’m going to get ready now,” Alex said. He raced down the hallway to his room before Robbie changed his mind.

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Alex tapped his feet to the music thumping through the loud speakerphones in the club. His excitement at being in a club might seem extreme to some, but Alex had only been in town for a month and he was dying to hold a conversation with someone other than Robbie.

“Don’t go too far. I need to be able to see you and I don’t want you wandering off with some stranger,” Robbie shouted in his ear.

Alex winced and nodded. He knew Robbie only said that because his parents had asked him to keep an eye on Alex. Alex wandered to the edge of the dance floor and watched the gyrating bodies with longing. He wanted to dance, but had two left feet. Alex shook his head, he could see himself doing a face-plant in the middle of the dance floor.

“I’m going to the bar, would you like a Sprite?” Robbie asked.

“Yeah, that’d be great, thanks,” Alex shouted back. Alex hated the taste of alcohol and one whiff of the strong stuff could send him to the porcelain king. He was thankful Robbie didn’t tease him as much as his family did back home.  

Strong hands gripped Alex’s waist and slowly led him onto the dance floor. Alarm gripped Alex and he struggled. “Ah, no! I don’t dance!”

“Shh, you’re with me. There’s no need to fight, it’s all right,” a deep, velvety voice crooned into his ear.

Calm washed over Alex, fogging his mind. He tilted his head back, wanting to see if the man looked as good as he sounded. Eyes the color of midnight held Alex captive and he found himself falling under the stranger’s spell.

“You will come with me and give me whatever I desire,” the stranger whispered into Alex’s ear.

Alex nodded, his mind enveloped in white mist. A trickle of alarm captured Alex’s attention but was immediately washed away by the white mist when the stranger began to guide Alex away from the dance floor and up a flight of stairs. No alarm triggered when the stranger brought him to an office, sat on the sofa and positioned Alex to straddle him. But as the stranger ran his fingers through Alex’s curly brown hair and tilted his head back, a sense of danger finally penetrated the white mist.

“Your life for mine,” the stranger said and struck.

Alex screamed when he felt the man bit his neck and begin to suckle. Alex struggled, trying to get away. How did this happen? Who was this man? The last thing he remembered was Robbie asking if he wanted a Sprite.  Oh god, where was Robbie?

Shh, calm yourself and give yourself to me, the stranger whispered into his mind.

No! Robbie wailed in his mind when he felt his thoughts began to scatter and white mist once again encased him. What was going to happen to him?

 

To be continued …

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Jordan's Second Chance 4.2

Hey everyone and welcome to another addition to Wednesday's Briefs. For the newbies of the group, each week authors get together and write flash fiction of 500-1000 words using a verbal or pictorial prompt. This week, I am using the verbal prompt, "You lit up my life and made the darkness go away."

This week, we continue 'Jordan's Second Chance.' Jordan finally claims Wynter as his mate, but what will Wynter's reaction be when he learns of the decisions Jordan has made without consulting him? I hope you enjoy this latest installment.

Happy reading,

TC

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Jordan’s Second Chance 4.2

            “Are you ready?” Jordan asked. Wynter lay on the queen-sized bed, his body a sacrificial offering to the caged leopard beneath Jordan’s skin.

            Wynter held his arms out to Jordan, his breathing ragged. “I’ve been ready since the moment I first saw you at the park. Claim me.” Wynter wanted to belong to Jordan. He craved it like a drug.

            Jordan groaned and leaned forward, capturing Wynter’s lips in a hungry kiss. Jordan shuddered as Wynter wrapped his legs around his waist. Jordan broke the kiss, his lips traveling down the side of Wynter’s neck. Wynter shivered, tilting his head to allow greater access. He loved the heaviness of Jordan’s body pressing him into the bed. Wynter also loved the feeling of Jordan’s sinewy build surrounding him. Pre-cum leaked from the slit of his hard cock. Wynter writhed, moaning and arching his hips. The friction of their cocks rubbing together was amazing, but Wynter needed more.

            “Please Jordan, I need more.”

            “Patience,” Jordan murmured.

            Jordan’s tongue circled the pink-hued nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Wynter howled, the intensity almost too much. His fingers gripped the thick strands of Jordan’s hair, searching for an anchor.

            Wynter let out a strangled gasp as he felt Jordan’s hand whisper down his chest and stomach to grab his cock. His thumb circled the sensitive tip, spreading the creamy liquid and heightening Wynter’s pleasure. Wynter’s thighs fell further apart as he arched into the touch.

            “Nightstand,” Wynter gasped.

            Jordan chuckled and reached into the drawer, grabbing the bottle of lube inside. He gazed down at Wynter and arched a brow. “Is this what you want?” he teased.

            “I will kill you. Fuck me now and play later!” Wynter growled, his body on fire. Licks of flames spread throughout his body, the feeling intensified as Jordan’s thumb continued to circle the head of his erection.

            The amber glow in Jordan’s eyes deepened. Wynter heard the snick of the bottle opening and then felt a finger circling his hole. “I’m going to hold you to those words. Next time, I’m going to take my time and kiss every inch of your skin. Then, I’m going to slowly suck your cock, but I’m not going to let you come until my cock is buried deep into your ass.”

            Wynter moaned, panting. As Jordan described in vivid detail what he was going to do to his body, he’d slowly inserted his fingers until he had three buried in his ass. Jordan scissored his fingers, grazing Wynter’s prostrate. Jordan withdrew his fingers and lubed his cock. He slowly pushed the head of his erection into Wynter and paused, giving Wynter’s body time to adjust before pushing the rest of the way in until he was buried to the hilt.

            Wynter reached out and Jordan clasped their hands together. His lips captured Wynter’s as their tongues dueled.  Wynter felt as if he was drowning. He’d never felt this level of pleasure before and knew he would never get tired of it. Wynter broke the kiss and arched his hips.

            “Ready, baby?” Jordan asked, his voice hoarse.

            Wynter nodded, unable to speak. Jordan slowly pushed back and then began to thrust. Wynter screamed, loving how Jordan didn’t hold back. Wynter’s breathing became choppy as he met Jordan thrust for thrust. Jordan angled his hips, his cock brushing Wynter’s prostrate with every thrust.

            “Touch yourself,” Jordan gasped, guiding Wynter’s fingers to his cock.

            Wynter wrapped his hand around his straining erection and tugged once, twice. His balls drew tight, desperate for release. Jordan slammed into Wynter’s stretched hole and growled, “Come now!”

            Wynter howled Jordan’s name and came, the rush intense. Jordan growled, his canines lengthening. Wynter arched his neck and Jordan struck, claiming Wynter for all time. Wynter gasped as he felt a knot extend from Jordan’s cock and latch onto his prostrate. He glanced up in wonder when he felt Jordan’s leopard brush against his own. At that moment, he felt everything that Jordan did and the overload sent Wynter into the comforting darkness of oblivion.

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            Wynter lay snuggled against Jordan, his head resting on Jordan’s firm chest. He’d regained consciousness a few moments ago and was comfortable in safety of his mate’s arms.” Where did you go after you left here?” Wynter asked, referring to the errands Jordan had said he needed to run.

            “I went to see a friend of mine. He’s in the security business and I trust him with my life.”

Suspicion filled Wynter. “What did you do?”

            “I hired him as your bodyguard,” Jordan replied, unrepentant.

            “You did what?”

            “I hired a bodyguard for you until we learn the identity of our psycho stalker.”

            “How could you do that without talking with me about it first?” Wynter would've appreciated being asked.

            Jordan growled and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “You lit up my life and made the darkness go away. I am not going to chance losing you now that I’ve finally found you. You’re just going to have to deal.”

            Wynter wanted to melt at Jordan’s confession, but knew he needed to address Jordan’s highhandedness before it became a habit. “You still should have consulted me. You went and hired a freaking bodyguard for me! Don’t you think I had a right to know?”

            “I will not yield on this issue, nor am I sorry for wanting to keep the man I love safe,” Jordan said, getting up from the bed. He grabbed Wynter’s hand and pulled him up. “Get dressed and let’s go meet your new bodyguard.”

To be continued...

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Jordan's Second Chance 4.1

Hey everyone and welcome to another Wednesday's Briefs. For those new to the group, every Wednesday, authors write flash fiction using either a pictorial or verbal prompt. This week, I am going to use both; a pictorial prompt and the verbal prompt, "I'll give you a hand."

This week we continue "Jordan's Second Chance". Last week, Wynter was the recipient of the unknown woman's ominous phone calls. How will Wynter and Jordan react to this newest threat? I hope you enjoy this latest installment.

Happy reading,

TC

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Jordan’s Second Chance 4.1

 

“Damn it! I’m getting real tired of these games!” Jordan swore. His fingers encased the cordless phone in a death grip.

“Daddy? What’s the matter? Are you mad?” Lucas asked, sitting up from his slouched position on the couch.

Jordan smiled and knelt down in front of Lucas, tousling his hair. “No son, I’m not mad. Daddy just has a really big problem that he needs to solve.”

Lucas bounced on his seat, grinning. “Daddy you always tell me the only way to beat a problem is to face it head on.”

Jordan grinned, Lucas looked so proud of himself, but he had a point. Jordan stood and glanced at Wynter before turning his attention back to Lucas. “Run upstairs and see if Nana will run you a bath. We’re spending the night.”

“Yay! I get to eat breakfast with Nana and Wynter!” Lucas said as he ran for the stairs.

“What about me?” Jordan asked.

Wynter and Jordan chuckled as they glanced at each other. A moment later, Wynter grew solemn thinking about the ominous phone call. “Jordan, how did she know about me? How did she get my number?”

“I don’t know, but I intend to find out,” Jordan answered in a grim tone.

“She said that I would find out soon enough. What do you think she meant by that?” Wynter shivered, remembering the creepy phone call. The woman’s voice had sounded calm, detached.

“Nothing good,” Jordan said, pulling Wynter into his embrace. But no matter what happens, I will protect you, Lucas and Nana.”

Wynter returned the hug, inhaling. He loved Jordan’s strong, masculine scent. It made him feel safe. Wynter blushed when he felt his cock hardening. He couldn’t help it though. The sight, sound and smell of the man always turned him on.

Jordan pulled back, placing a light kiss on Wynter’s lips. “I have to go and take care of a couple of things and bring Lucas and I a change of clothes. I won’t be long.”

“But it’s too dangerous!”

“She won’t do anything right now. Whoever this woman is, she seems to want me to remember her and also to torture me first.”

Wynter snorted and rolled his eyes. “All right, Agent Hotchner, if you say so then I have no need to worry,” Wynter said sarcastically, referring to CBS’s drama, ‘Criminal Minds.’

Jordan chuckled and pulled his phone out. “I promise I will be careful. I’ll be back soon, lock up behind me,” Jordan said, moving toward the front door.

“Jordan wait! Take this with you,” Wynter said, handing Jordan his house key.

Jordan nodded, kissed Wynter once more and headed out the door.

Wynter raced over to the window and peeked through the blonds. He watched as Jordan jogged to his car, got in and pulled away. Jordan waited a few more moments before he exhaled, relieved. He released the blind and turned away—missing the dark-colored sedan that slowly drove past his house.

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Wynter stepped into the shower after cleaning the kitchen and family room. Who knew little boys could make such a huge mess in a short amount of time? he wondered.

Wynter sighed, his body slowly relaxing under the hot spray of water. It had been a long day and he was drained, both physically and emotionally. Wynter was determined to find out the mystery woman’s identity, but decided to trust Jordan. He didn’t have the first clue to go about discovering the woman’s identity. Wynter frowned, realizing Jordan hadn’t told him his plans for finding the woman.

Wynter shook his head, Jordan was a conniving one. He’d been so distracted by the kiss and Jordan leaving the house that he’d forgotten to find out Jordan’s game plan for dealing with the woman. Oh well, he’d pester him about it when Jordan returned.

Wynter turned and grabbed the soap, lathering his wash cloth. Wynter bit his lip to contain the moan that wanted to escape. He imagined the cloth that he ran over his body was Jordan’s fingers. Jordan’s fingertips circled Wynter’s nipples, tightening the brown-hued nubs. Wynter gasped, his cock engorged, copious amounts of pre-cum dripping from the tip.

Wynter’s left hand grasped his erection and squeezed. “Jordan,” Wynter moaned. He was so hot, a stiff breeze could send him over the edge.

“I’m here.”

Wynter blushed at the unmanly squeak that left his lips as he jumped, startled. He pushed back the lump of hair that fell into his eyes, praying he didn’t look like a drowned cat.“Jo-Jordan? What are you doing in here?” Wynter asked, uncertain if he could ever live down the embarrassment of being caught masturbating and moaning Jordan’s name.

“Here, I’ll give you a hand,” Jordan growled.

Wynter looked up into Jordan’s eyes and gasped. Amber had replaced the ice-blue color and Wynter knew that Jordan’s cat was in control. Wynter shivered, his body growing hotter. Jordan stepped backward and disrobed. Unable to look away, Wynter watched as every delicious inch of muscle was revealed. When Jordan finished undressing, he stood still and let Wynter look his fill. Saliva pooled in Wynter’s mouth when he saw the heavy erection jutting proudly. It was beautiful, the tip a deep plum color. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to suck it or feel it pound into his into his ass.  

To be continued …

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Jordan's Second Chance 3.3

Hey everyone and welcome to Wednesday's Briefs. For those new to the group, every week a group of authors write a flash fiction using either a verbal or written prompt. This week, I've chosen the verbal prompt, "Did you say..."

This week we'll continue with Jordan's Second Chance. Now that Jordan has re-opened the wounds of his past, can he finally rid himself of the guilt that has been haunting him, or will he succumb to the dark emotions riding him and risk losing the man he's come to love? I hope you enjoy this latest installment.

Happy reading,

TC

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Jordan’s Second Chance 3.3

 

            Jordan’s eyes widened as he stepped back. “Excuse me? What did you say?”

            Wynter waved a hand in dismissal. Jordan was doing the same thing Wynter had when he’d found out about his parents’ murders. “You are not God! You are doing the same thing I did when my parents were murdered. I thought that if I hadn’t been born or was born normal, then they wouldn’t have had to die.”

            “That’s not your fault,” Jordan said.

            Wynter arched his brow and crossed his arms.

            “It’s not the same thing!” Jordan growled.

            “A drunk driver killed your wife. Even if you had been in the car, then you could have died as well, leaving Lucas all alone in the world,” Wynter said softly, moving closer and placing his hands on Jordan’s chest.

            Jordan dragged Wynter closer and buried his face in the crook of his mate’s neck. He hadn’t thought of it like that. Wynter was right. If he had been in the car that night then he could have been killed, leaving Lucas an orphan. Jordan shuddered, horrified. Lucas was the most important person in his life. He’d gotten Jordan through the debilitating pain of losing Sarah Marie. They’d only had each other and Jordan couldn’t imagine a life without the little guy.

            Jordan cleared his throat and stepped back. “Maybe you’re right. I hadn’t thought about it like that, but I … I,” Jordan paused, unable to go on.

            “It’s all right, I understand. Guilt is a powerful tool and our way of thinking is not going to change overnight. One day at a time,” Wynter soothed, grabbing Jordan’s hands.

            Jordan’s gaze bounced around the room and Wynter could tell the man was embarrassed. “Uh, right. That’ll be kind of … yeah. I need to check on Lucas,” Jordan said, practically running from the room.

            Wynter watched Jordan head into the family room and sighed. His heart ached from the pain his mate was feeling, but Wynter knew this was a journey Jordan had to travel alone. The only thing he could do was be there for him and offer his silent support. Even though they hadn’t known each other long, Wynter was falling hard for the man. Wynter also adored Lucas. He’d never thought about having children of his own, but already he couldn’t picture life without the little boy.

            Wynter walked into the family room, smiling when he saw Lucas and Jordan sitting side-by-side speaking animatedly to each other. Lucas’s cheeks were flushed with excitement as he waved his small hands around.

            “What’s going on guys?” Wynter asked, sitting in the recliner.

            “We’re having a little disagreement. The little twerp seems to be delusional. He thinks that Ice Man is better than Wolverine.”

            “But Dad, he is! Ice Man is awesome!” Lucas said, bouncing with excitement.

            “Ice man is awesome,” Jordan agreed, then added, “Awesomely lame. Who cares that he can make a snowboard out of ice? Now, Wolverine on the other hand …”

            Wynter doubled over with laughter when Lucas shifted and head-butted Jordan. Wynter wiped the tears from his eyes when Nana walked into the room, holding the phone out to him. Wynter grinned at the question in her eyes as he took the phone. “Hello,” he answered.

            “Do you know what he did? Do you know the type of monster he is?” A feminine voice asked.

            Wynter’s heart beat quickened and his palms began to sweat. “Who is this?” he whispered. How did this unknown woman know him? How did she get his number?

            “Someone you’ll see very soon.”

 

To be continued …

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Jordan's Second Chance 3.1

Hey everyone and welcome to another Wednesday's Briefs! For those new to the group, every Wednesday, a group of authors use either a pictorial or written prompt to write a flash fiction of 500-1000 words. This week, I've chosen to use a written prompt, 'That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.'

This week we continue with 'Jordan's Second Chance.' Jordan's confession has shocked Wynter. What will his reaction be and will he like the answers when the truth is revealed? I hope you enjoy this latest installment.

Happy reading,

TC

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Jordan’s Second Chance 3.2

 

            Wynter blinked, uncertain if he’d heard correctly. “What do you mean, you killed her?” Jordan did not seem the murdering type.

            Jordan sighed, leaning against the porch railing. He stared across the expanse of the backyard, silent. Finally, he shook his head and turned to face Wynter. “A few weeks before Lucas was born, his mother wanted to visit the cabin in the mountains that her family has owned for generations. It was their tradition to hire a midwife and have the baby there.”

            Jordan fell silent once again. Wynter reached over and entwined their fingers together. “Go on,” he urged softly.

            “Sarah Marie—Lucas’s mother—and I were supposed to go up to the cabin together, but a client called at the last minute and requested a meeting. Sarah Marie begged me not to take the meeting and to go with her. But I … I,” Jordan paused, looking at the landscape once again.

            “Couldn’t she have waited for you to finish your meeting before heading to the cabin?” Wynter asked, stepping back and wrapping his arms around Jordan’s waist.

            Jordan leaned back into Wynter and sighed. “The midwife had called earlier that day and told us she going to be at the cabin earlier than we’d originally planned. Sarah Marie wanted to make sure the place was aired out properly and straightened up before the midwife showed up.”

            “Was it all right for her to do that?” Wynter asked, trying to picture an eight-month-old woman bending down to clean without toppling over. He also couldn’t believe Jordan had allowed Sarah Marie to do such physical chores while close to her due date.

            Jordan chuckled, the gloomy atmosphere lightening marginally. “Sarah Marie was a very stubborn woman, she did what she wanted, when she wanted. A cleaning crew had already taken care of the cabin but she wanted to check on it for herself. You have to remember, that cabin had been in her family for generations and she was having our first child. She wanted everything to be perfect.”

            Wynter smiled, he could appreciate that. He wished he had something like Sarah Marie’s cabin that would remind him of his parents. “I can understand that.”

            “Indeed. Family was very important to her,” Jordan said. He turned around and pulled Wynter against his chest, tucking Wynter’s head beneath is cheek.

            “You loved her,” Wynter said quietly. He’d expected to feel anger or jealously. But strangely, he felt at peace. He was glad Jordan had had someone to love and who loved him in return.

            Jordan nodded. “I did, and I still do. Sarah Marie will always hold a piece of my heart and I hope you can understand and accept that. She was my first love. We grew up together and started dating in middle school. It was a given that we would mate when we turned of age. So when we graduated from high school, it felt like the natural course of events to mate and move into our own place.”  

            Wynter’s fingertips traced the broad expanse of Jordan’s back. He nodded his understanding. “Of course, I understand, Jordan. I’m happy that you had someone to love you.”

            “You are so good to me. You’re the best.” Jordan leaned back and captured Wynter’s lips in a soft, gentle kiss. Wynter’s breath caught in his throat. The kiss conveyed every ounce of longing Jordan had for him. Wynter’s body melted, surrendering to the intense emotions that intoxicated him like a drug. Jordan broke the kiss and buried his face into the crook of Wynter’s neck.

            “Will you tell me the rest?” Wynter asked in a soft voice after several minutes of silence.

            Jordan inhaled and stepped back, dropping his arms. Wynter followed, tightening his embrace and refusing to break the connection between them. “Sarah Marie went ahead and drove to the cabin by herself, but only after I made her promise to call me as soon as she got there. Only … she never called. After my meeting, I checked my phone and noticed she hadn’t called. I called her cell phone and the cabin’s phone, but there was no answer. The midwife hadn’t seen or spoken to her—she was still at the restaurant where she was supposed to meet Sarah Marie. I drove home, hoping she’d decided to wait for me instead and had just fallen asleep or something. It was only after …,” Jordan broke off and turned away.

            Wynter released him this time, knowing Jordan needed the space. He stayed silent, allowing Jordan to regain his composure. “When I got home, there was a police squad car in front of my house. They told me a drunk driver had run a red light and hit Sarah Marie. She was rushed into emergency surgery where they performed a cesarean section.” Jordan paused, his eyes damp with unshed tears. “She lived long enough to bring Lucas into this world and then she.” Jordan turned away, unable to continue.

            “You said you killed her. How was this your fault?” Wynter asked, confused.

            “Because I wasn’t there! If I’d scheduled the meeting for a different time, then I could’ve saved Sarah Marie! I could’ve …” Jordan growled, his hands clenching.

            “Don’t be ridiculous! That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard!”

To be continued …

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Intimate Danger

Romantic Suspense

Release Date June 11, 2014 from Evernight Publishing

ABOUT THE BOOK:

When FBI agent Trent Rossi arrives to investigate a chain of crimes—devastating murders and violent rapes—an inexperienced small town Detective, Charlie, who’s assigned to assist, finds her desire surging for the agent—only to realize he is the primary suspect.

A sleeping threat has awakened in the small town of Nyack. Crimes in the cozy village, garner the attention of the FBI, who assign two agents to assist Charlie in tracking down the sick and deranged perpetrator. Agents Trent Rossi and Dillon Echols work closely with Charlie, but as the crimes progress, dark secrets begin to cloud the air, blurring the line between who is on the side of the law and who’s against it. Being Charlie’s first major case, she’s unprepared not only for the menacing killer on the loose, but also with the unexpected feelings Trent draws out of her. 

While Trent holds secrets, disappears at random, and seems to understand their perpetrator all-too-well, Charlie’s suspicions grow along with the pull she feels toward him. Her attraction could become fatal, yet she does not realize it until it is too late.

 

EXCERPT:

           

Jesus, he should be looking for this Detective Lopez, but his body screamed for this woman. He fought the urge to fidget, cursed the hours he had been working, unable to get any kind of companionship. He would have to work quick and then find Charlie. “I’m Agent Rossi with the FBI.” He leaned against the desk, gave her the look that had gotten him into pants faster than any of his college buddies, and held out a hand. She looked at his palm as if it were a serpent ready to strike.

“And? How can I help you, Agent Rossi?” She rose from her chair and crossed her arms under her breasts. He tried—and failed—to ignore how the movement pushed her plentiful mounds up toward her chin.

Ooookkkayy.

He pulled his hand back and ran it through his hair.

Bad move! The stench coming from under his arm made him wince.

“Look, I know you probably have things to do,” he said.

She nodded, brows lifted to her hairline, as if saying “no shit.” He went on, “But I do need to find Detective Lopez. You’d be a real sweetheart if you could point me in his direction. I’m here on a case and I don’t know…maybe after I’m done briefing him, you’d like to have dinner with me? That is, if you’re not busy?”

The contortion of her brows twisted before a sly smile spread.

“You’re looking for Charlie, huh?”

Someone groaned, and Trent glared over his shoulder, perplexed. The heavyset guy in need of Tide shook his head and looked away. Irritated at the interruption and apparent lack of man code, Trent turned his attention back to the cute little female.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

The woman shifted and sat in the chair with purposeful, slow movements. She set one foot on the desk, crossed a long leg over the other. Each action played out in slow motion through his lust-filled brain. He shifted, his focus glued to the smooth expanse of a jean-covered thigh, and stepped closer.

Hummidy, hummidy, hummidy.

“And why is it you need Charlie?” The woman ran a hand up the outside of her leg and his attention followed it. His mouth went dry.

“Umm, a case.”

“A case?”

“Yeah.” When silence met him, he realized what was happening. You didn’t have to go through interrogation and interview classes in order to figure it out. He was being led. His gaze snapped to hers, except this time, her face did not look friendly. If the hardening of her mouth was any indication, she looked pissed. And he’d been totally caught just checking her out.

Resigned, he let out a breath.

“Yeah, a case. Look, I’m sorry for all—” He waved a hand between them. “This. Could you just point me in the direction of Detective Lopez?”

Her hard mouth softened and she stood from her chair again, lips turning up at the corners. Leaning in to him, her scent surrounded him and he got a whiff of coconut.

His gaze tracked along her face, and dropped to her shirt, which parted as she leaned forward. He about choked as he tried to swallow, his mouth dry as the Arizona desert.

“Well, Agent Rossi.”

Lean forward a little more, please.

“If you could stop staring at my tits for all of two seconds, then I’ll tell where you can find Detective Lopez.”

The noisemaker behind him let out a strangled cough.

He snapped his regard up to hers. Hazel eyes blared with anger. Crap.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Seriously, it has been a long damn day. If you’d just tell me where he is, Miss?” He raised his brows, wanting her name. Good Lord, he wanted her name.

She smiled sweet, the transformation of her face a thing of beauty. “It’s Detective.”

He raised a brow, a sick feeling creeping up his spine. “Detective?” he croaked.

The smile spread to her eyes. “Yes, and to not only help you, but to also answer your question, it’s Detective Lopez. How can I help you, Agent Rossi?”

The noisemaker behind him snorted out a laugh.

 

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About the author: D.C. Stone is a romance author and full-time fraud investigator. She lives in the north-east with her incredibly supporting husband and two kids. She’ll deny any association with the grumpy cat that also resides in the house, but he is there, never-the-less.

After serving eight years of service with the United States Air Force, she went on to transition into the world of financial crimes and became a lead investigator for many years.

Reading has always been a passion of hers, getting lost in a good, steamy romance is one of her favorite past times. She soon after discovered her own love for writing and recreating stories and characters in her head.  Her writing concentrates on romantic with specifics in paranormal, suspense and erotica.

Now, when she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, RomVets, RWA Kiss of Death, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. She currently serves as the Vice President and 2014 Conference Chair for NJRW. Come stop by on Facebook, Twitter, or her website and say hello!

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