The Excerpt
Detective Charlotte Caissie’s vow to take down a crime boss is made complicated by underworld figure Max Savoie. Is he an ally? She can’t afford to trust any man. Good thing Max isn’t one . . .
“You killed those men.”
He didn’t admit it, not exactly. “I’m sorry. Did you want to get to know them better?”
“You rushed in to take on armed men with your bare hands? Are you insane?”
“Should I have just kept walking?” His gaze locked into hers, eyes heating, darkening with something she’d never seen in them before.
“Step back, Savoie.”
Her gruff command must have lacked conviction because his head lowered until his breath feathered against her lips—soft, warm.
“Don’t.”
Not quite so tough.
( . . . and a bit more . . .)
He tasted her slowly, firmly, riding the jerk of her chest, gentling his hold on her hands, finally releasing them. Her palms came up to rest against his shoulders, motionless at first, then beginning to push. He lifted off her by a scant inch, his stare delving into hers. His breathing hurried.
“Max, stop.”
That hoarse whisper still didn’t convince him. The tip of his tongue lightly rimmed the fullness of her lower lip, the gesture so provokingly intimate she trembled with a helpless chill of response.
His challenge brushed silkily over the damp part of her mouth. “I will if you mean it.”
And for a moment, for one startling moment, she didn’t.
I enjoyed the little teaser and hope you'll share at least one or two more snippets ;-)
ReplyDeleteI'll probably feature one book a month. That four treasers to keep you warm.
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