Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Avery Grant has only known a life of fighting crime. Following in her father’s footsteps, she graduates top of her FBI class and plans to move quickly up the ranks. She has her entire life planned out until she meets Detective Evan Bradley.Evan is everything that Avery vowed to avoid. Married to his job, Evan fights every day to do what’s right, whatever the cost.
Faced with a satanic cult that is sacrificing the innocent, Avery and Evan must work together to apprehend the criminals before any more innocent lives are lost. As they both struggle to navigate through their pasts and growing affection, Avery and Evan fight against a ticking clock and their own feelings.
Will they be able to solve the case and avoid another beautiful sacrifice?
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against him when he’d folded his arms across his chest, and this only further
sent my body into a wild frenzy. Frustrated that he was having this effect on
me, I straightened my shirt, attempting to gain some composure.
down. A hint of hunger lingered in his eyes as he studied me intently. He
licked his lips, and I didn’t move from under his stare. I looked at him,
letting him know I wouldn’t back down from him. My barriers, my walls, were not
coming down. Plus, what was wrong with how I dressed? It was professional and
didn’t get me any unwanted attention.
who hid behind humor and his big gun who had the occasional on point observation.
He’d been right about me being professional and it pissed me off. Because no
matter how I tried to shake the way my body responded to his dazzling eyes and
the way he kept touching his gun, I couldn’t help but wonder how big his gun
really was. Snap out of it, Avery. I took my hand and smoothed out my
shirt again. Who did he think he was? I barely knew him, and he thought he knew
me so well. Sure, he was hot. He dripped testosterone and exuded sex with every
move of his mouth. And that little bump on his nose was endearing. He had
probably broken his nose a few times, and I secretly wondered what had caused
the breaks. But regardless of how fucking delicious he was, he didn’t know me.
unbreakable vault.” He was right. I was impermeable. He would do well to
remember that. It didn’t mean I had to like that he’d guessed that about me.
this guy, he was already under my skin. I was flustered, sweat beaded on my
forehead, and I was pretty sure I needed to change my panties.
his breast pocket and pulled out a card. “My information. Strictly professional
of course.” He winked at me and gave me a smile, his perfectly straight teeth
it in my pocket.
Psychology is her trade by day, teaching and molding the minds of college students. Her interest in psychology can be seen in her books, each including many psychological undertones. Although she loves teaching, her passion, her true love, lays in the stories that roam around her in head. Yes, they all come from her mind-the good, the bad, and the totally insane.
She lives in Massachusetts-no not Boston-with her husband, daughter, and American Eskimo dog. With each story she shares, she hopes her love for writing and storytelling seeps through, encompassing the reader and leaving them wanting more.