C.J. Wilder is well known for her intricate plots, detailed descriptions, and scare your pants off killers. Now someone has decided to re-enact her final death scenes with their own twist as a gift to prove they are worthy of her love. The problem is that C.J Wilder doesn’t exist.
Calliope Laurent is part of a well-known family of over-achievers, but unlike the rest of the clan, she prefers to stay well behind the scenes. Only a handful of people truly know what makes her tick. Calliope has a big secret that has been guarded for years, but now she has a stalker who knows what she’s been hiding. How he found out that she was the reclusive C.J. Wilder is anyone’s guess.
Brady Harrison has seen things in his law enforcement career that would make some men walk away. His newest assignment may be his most difficult because this killer has no discernable pattern. The fact that the target of the killer’s affection has brains to go with her beauty and an unparalleled wit is a complicating factor he can’t resist.
He has known who she is for a long time as he watched her, learning everything he could. He has no intention of sharing her secret with anyone, it’s theirs. The anticipation to begin his plan of courtship has been killing him but it’s finally time. He can’t wait to see her reactions to his gifts, especially as they grow. Calliope will see that he is her equal and that he will love her as no one else can. All he needs is a little more patience and time to prove himself so that they can be together forever.
I watched his hands on the wheel, the way his fingers flexed, and wondered what they’d feel like on my skin. I noted how his jeans accented each movement causing some naughty thoughts about how his body would fit against mine, shifting in my seat. My temperature was rising, and I loosened my jacket feeling the heat pooling low as I watched him move. “See anything you might be interested in?” His voice had deepened, and my body responded automatically, my nerve endings a spark away from ignition.
We’d been teasing each other with the longest session of word foreplay in existence and I wanted to kiss him so desperately, my pulse raced at the thought of those lips against mine. His one question casually thrown out as more flirty banter was when the switch flipped; my restraint finally snapped. I exhaled feeling the want pouring off me in a hiss. I was done leaving anything open for interpretation.
True McLaren and her family escaped from Ireland twenty-five years ago. Now living in small town USA, True has become somebody's target. She may be viewed as easy prey but looks are deceiving when anything is a deadly weapon in her hands. Just give her a teaspoon and watch what happens.
HIT MEN...MAD MAN....HOT MAN...SO LITTLE TIME
All a girl ever really needs is coffee, gelato, a teaspoon and a little music…well maybe…
True McLaren and her family disappeared from Ireland twenty-five years ago with what they could carry. Now living in a small town in upstate New York under a shroud of secrecy and coded conversations, True has become a target and everyone else is collateral damage. Only her pursuer knows why but if he thinks she’ll be easy prey, he’ll soon learn that True is deadly in her own right.
Dante Parisi, a local police officer and former Marine, opens his heart and his home to True. As the McLarens become part of his extended family, True realizes that her life might not be the only thing in jeopardy. Fighting the need to stay safely hidden, can she give in and go with her instincts when it comes to Dante; or is she too far gone?
With the body count rising, the hit men keep coming and those she cares about are put in danger. True calls upon family she has never met and hopes the risk is worth it to stop a madman. Alliances are formed on two continents in the hopes of freeing those held against their will, forced to become pawns in the delusions of a psychopath. The end game is risky, but it could mean an existence out of the shadows for True and her parents if they can move fast enough.
There are certain looks that I decipher well, hunger being one of them. It's a raw emotion that’s difficult to conceal and it was all over Dante's face when I located him seated across the room. He had obviously been watching me for quite some time and made no attempt to disguise the fact that he liked what he'd seen. Of course, maybe he was literally hungry or simply impressed by my form. Neither of us looked away, and for the first time, I felt like I might have a little power in whatever this was. Still, I had been wrong earlier, and I wasn't all that good at these types of signals. Then he stood, and I was confident that this time, there was a much smaller margin of error.
He stared at me and I tried desperately to keep my Zen. It was difficult when at some point during his workout he had taken off his shirt. I had confirmation that he was solid and sinewy. I refused to look down further because I knew the hardness continued and I wasn’t sure I could conceal my thoughts. Dante wasn’t embarrassed about his obvious arousal and it made me feel incredibly sexy that he was reacting to me. He let his eyes blatantly roam slowly up and down my body, appraisingly. I was sweaty and messy as hell, but I let him look. He was obviously a fitness fanatic and wasn't turned off by a woman who could keep up. There was something incredibly hot about that. Our eyes met again, and I took another sip of my water, now craving something else to quench that heat building up in my nether regions. Man, those lady parts were coming to life. I had to do something soon or I was going to burst.
I couldn't find a reason to keep Dante out except for habit, but I’d only known him a short time. Was it true that sometimes you knew or was that all nonsense? I took another sip never breaking eye contact. The sexual tension was thick as the heat level rose. I had an urge to pour the whole bottle of water over my head to see if it would cool me down or produce steam. I was too distracted by the intense look on his face to make a pro and con list at this point. Shit. What to do…what to do.
My body screamed as my head battled befuddlement. Screw it. I shot it all down, embracing the changing tides. My whole damn world was upside-down anyway, might as well give in and try something different. I was throwing my modus operandi out the window and this incredibly hot man had no idea what a big deal that was. I remembered something my dad said. Sometimes you have to let go, believing that fate has bigger plans.
I did the only thing I could under the circumstances, used sarcasm wrapped around a blatantly cheesy pickup line. “Come here often?” Dante was across the room in moments, mouth crushing mine. Hot and wet, our tongues battled as we devoured each other in the power of our first kiss. My hands wound through his curls as he pulled me closer. I could feel the hard lines of his body. Each nerve ending focused on the fusion of lips as our arms wrapped around each other to deepen the contact.