To survive, she must put the past behind her. To love, she
must learn to trust.
Homicide detective Leigh McBride's first assignment with the
FBI brings her face-to-face with a past she's tried hard to forget. And when
her temporary partner, a cynical ex-marine, lights a fire in her she thought
long-extinguished, her darkest secret is threatened.
Scarred both physically and emotionally, Special Agent J. T.
Noble is a man of few words. He prefers to keep people at a distance--until he
meets Leigh. He's attracted to her strength and drawn in by her secrecy. But in
their line of work, secrets can be deadly.
When the killer they are hunting aims his vigilante justice
at Leigh's past assailant, the fine line between right and wrong blurs. To heal
the past--and find their future together--Leigh and J. T. must learn that only
through trust and forgiveness can love grow.
Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 392
Word Count: 95556
978-1-61217-754-0 Paperback
978-1-61217-755-7 Digital
Excerpt:
Special Agent J.T. Noble glanced over his shoulder, and
damned if heaven on two feet wasn’t walking straight toward him. He feasted
from her feet all the way up to luscious lips and—ouch—an icy glare.
“Noble.” Special Agent in Charge Casey Granger’s
all-business tone broke into J.T.’s thoughts. “Stop scowling. You’ll scare the
new liaison.” He waved his hand in the direction of their visitor. “Bring her
here. We need to get started.”
“I don’t scowl,” J.T. grumbled as he moved across the office
to intercept her.
With her long stride, she’d already crossed the bulk of the
FBI’s office space. Her head was held high, and her blond hair pulled back into
a tight knot. Fuzzy curls, which had escaped the bondage, hung at random around
her neck and face. The low-heeled shoes and weapon on her hip projected the
image of a serious, no-bullshit kind of woman, quite a contrast with her face,
which conjured up images of his grandmother’s porcelain dolls.
Her sea-blue gaze scanned from his feet to the top of his
head. She got points for not flinching when she reached his face. One of her
eyebrows went up at the same time her shoulder shrugged her dismissal. He liked
her right-back-at-you attitude. She’d inspected, rejected, and put him in his
place all in one easy motion.
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