What
happens when negligent plastic surgeons receive a taste of their own medicine…?
Chicago
investigative reporter, Eden Risk, receives an unmarked envelope containing a
postcard ordering her to watch the enclosed DVD…or someone else dies. No
Police. After Eden watches the DVD, a gruesome, horrifying surgery, she turns
to the private criminal investigation agency, CORE, for help. Only she hadn’t
expected that help to come with a catch. Her former lover, Hudson Patterson,
has been assigned to the case.
Hudson
would rather have another CORE agent handle the investigation. Two years ago,
he’d screwed things up with Eden…bad. And as more DVDs arrive, Eden and Hudson
find themselves not only knee-deep in a twisted investigation, but forced to
deal with their past, and the love they’d tried to deny.
Excerpt:
“Hey, Eden,” Hudson Patterson said as he shrugged out of his
leather coat and pierced her with his steely blue gaze. “I see you got yourself
into another mess.”
The room shrank and her sole focus remained on the one man
who had stirred more emotions in her than all the other men before and after
him combined. Two years ago, he’d lit a fire inside her, and within months,
he’d smothered the flames with his arrogance and bullheaded attitude.
Based on the condescending remark he’d just made, she
doubted his opinion of her had changed. His appearance had, though. Harder,
darker, more dangerous. His brown, wavy hair now reached his shoulders and he
needed a shave. Even without the worn, black leather jacket, which now hung on
the coat rack, he looked thuggish in a tattered charcoal gray thermal shirt,
low-riding jeans and black Doc Marten boots. The whole badass biker look
shouldn’t have appealed to her, but Hudson owned it and wore it well.
She glanced at his mouth, then immediately regretted it.
Lust slammed into her belly as wicked memories of what his firm lips had done
to her surfaced. Those unwanted memories collided into a kaleidoscope of naked
skin, harsh moans and multiple orgasms. Even now, she swore she could still
feel his rough hands urging her hips, spreading her legs, gripping her bottom.
Could imagine his mouth on hers, or better yet, between her thighs.
Hudson smiled. A smug, satisfying smile that snapped her out
of her sexual spell and reminded her exactly why breaking things off with him
had been the right decision. Her body might not have thought so at the time,
and those urges to have him in her bed right now might still be strong, but her
head knew better. Hudson was an arrogant jerk who exuded less emotion than she
did.
Author Bio:
I didn’t pick
up my first romance novel until I was in my late twenties. Immediately hooked,
I read a bazillion books before deciding to write one of my own. After the
birth of my first son I needed something to keep my mind from turning to mush,
and Sesame Street wasn’t cutting it. While that first book will never see the
light of day, something good had come from writing it. I realized my passion,
and had found a career that I love.
When I’m not
writing contemporary romances and dark, romantic suspense novels (or reading
them!) I’m chasing after my four kids and two neurotic dogs.
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Hi Kristen,
ReplyDeleteThanks for being a guest with me today. I loved your excerpt. Did your book require much research?
Nice blurb
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