After being
rationed books by my parents like most kids get rationed candy, I turned to
writing to tide me over between fixes. I love to get lost in a captivating,
exhilarating story, whether reading or writing. Nothing is better than being
drawn into a story so deeply you don't realize you're turning a page until
you've reached the end, and the characters live on in your heart and mind long
after the cover has been closed.
Having lived
in the suburbs of the Mid-West, desert of the Southwest, and foothills of the
Rocky Mountains, I’m now on an island in the Puget Sound with my husband and
dogs.
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Blurb:
Infiltrating
an international drug cartel is the dangerous chance of a lifetime for Asher
Beaulieu of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Falling in love while running
the op isn’t part of the plan, but he never had much use for plans anyway.
Shrouded in deception and surrounded by temptation, his charmed life explodes
in betrayal and tragedy.
Ash
rises from the flames a guarded, wary shadow of his former self. His past comes
to revisit him, along with an annoying American DEA agent, who forces Ash to
reclaim his courage and character before facing another chance at love—and an
even deadlier threat.
DEA
Special Agent Emmaline Justice is determined to be recognized for her work, not
her sex. She doesn’t have time for an intriguing, wounded RCMP inspector. When
the contacts she cultivated over long months of an international undercover
investigation keep showing up dead, Emma must use her instincts as both an
agent and a woman to determine Beaulieu’s role in the case and in her life.
One
woman tore him apart. Another is brave enough to put him back together—if his
past doesn’t kill him first.
Excerpt:
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She hadn’t realized she’d slowed her determined pace until
she heard his deep voice from behind. Emma closed her eyes and stole a second
to shore her defenses. She stopped and turned, took a small step back when she
found him too close for comfort. Definitely too close to maintain the recent
determination to keep her distance.
“Yes, Inspector? What can I do for you?” At least her tone
sounded detached and professional.
His gaze roamed her face as he opened his mouth, but he shut
it after a brief pause. Heavy brows lowered with his frown. “What the hell was
that back there?”
“I’m not sure I follow.” She fought to keep a cool tone. He
was close. And, damn it, even more compelling. Personal. He smelled good. Bet
he tasted even better.
Ugh, stop!
His mouth twisted impatiently. “Not the questions—I get
those. The fingering your blouse thing.”
His finger traced her top button, and her breath caught when
the tip rasped across bare skin in the process. His gaze flared at the reaction
before narrowing, and the corners of his mouth tipped up. Emma took a step back
so he no longer touched her.
“What was the fondling your lip thing?”
He cocked an arrogant brow, and she brought her thumb up to
demonstrate, rubbing the pad against her bottom lip before sucking the tip into
her mouth and pulling out with a pop. She definitely didn’t mistake the flash
of heat in his expression before his features went hard with affront.
“I did not suck my finger.” His marvelous eyes narrowed and
head tipped when she imitated the cock of his arrogant brow. “Maybe you just
wanted me to. Is that it?”
4 comments:
Great excerpt, thank you. Sounds like a good read.
I love this cover.
Thanks for having me on the blog, Isabel!
Interesting blurb
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