but could Cinnamon be falling for the killer she’s seeking?
Monroe is a Dallas Police Detective who is relentlessly hunting the sadistic
murderer whose latest victim was her best friend, Katie. As she relentlessly
tracks the maniac intent upon turning Dallas streets red with innocent blood,
the devil continues to be one step ahead of her…maddeningly just out of reach.
She’s a cop teetering on the brink with a monumental score to settle, and she
won’t be stopped until she brings Katie’s killer to justice—one way or the
Dane Nicholson is a successful man with an enviable job, social position and a
bright future. However, few know of the horrors his past holds—a past
threatening to intrude upon and destroy his carefully crafted existence. The
last thing he’s looking for, or can afford right now, is a serious
relationship. However, when a chance meeting leads him to Cinnamon, he can’t
quell the crippling attraction between them, and it seems neither can she.
Danger lurks around every corner, but even that won’t keep him from the
beautiful, mysterious woman who might be the best thing that’s ever happened to
him—if only he dare take the chance and let her into his dangerous world.
Cinnamon has terrible secrets of her own. She’s a woman with a devastating past
that has haunted her for thirteen years. For good reasons, she doesn’t trust
men; however, upon meeting Dane, unexpected passion sparks, ignites and
threatens to burn her alive, causing her to remarkably contemplate lowering her
guard and letting Dane into her battered heart. Once she’s bared her soul to
him, the unthinkable happens when irrefutable evidence is uncovered which
points to Dane being the killer she’s hunting!
Has fate pulled the cruelest joke of all by making her fall for the one man she
can never have—a sadistic serial killer who butchered her best friend? Can she
and Dane survive their hot, deadly desire, or will it incinerate them, leaving
nothing but tattered ashes in its wake?
“Come here often?” she asked, picking up her drink and taking a sip.
“Sometimes.” Serious eyes studied her carefully guarded ones and he inquired, “You? I haven’t seen you here before.”
“I’ve been here once or twice,” she noncommittally replied.
“I’m glad I saw you tonight.”
“Why’s that?” she questioned.
Leaning an elbow on the bar top behind her, she unwittingly enticed the man’s intense eyes to dart to the low V of her sleeveless white blouse. She was acutely aware of the tantalizing glimpse of cleavage her movement exposed when his burning eyes lingered on her skin for breath-robbing seconds, before slowly raising to pin her with another intense stare.
Jesus. She felt…singed from the heat emanating from his expressive blue eyes. Sitting up straighter, she tried to ignore the blinding blast of lust his proprietary perusal ignited in her.
His fingers drummed lightly on the bar top and he answered, “For the same reason you’re glad I’m here.”
“Would you care to explain that rather conceited statement?” A perfectly arched eyebrow rose slightly, but the airy quality to her voice ruined the chastising effect she was striving for.
“It’s unnecessary.” He nonchalantly shrugged before insisting, “You know what I meant.”
“Oh, I do?” He was arrogant, perceptive and sure of himself. He intrigued her, and more importantly made her feel something other than pain or blinding fury. Bingo. With a smirk she challenged, “Really?”
“Yes, really.” He took another gulp of his drink and crunched noisily on a piece of ice.
Green eyes zeroed in on his slightly smirking mouth, and she insanely wanted to know what it—he—tasted like. She envisioned the decadent pleasure it could give her, sliding, biting and sampling every inch of her too-long deprived body. His expression was wicked when their eyes met again informing her he was somehow aware of her salacious thoughts.
“What’s your name?” She sipped her drink to cool herself down, and then amusedly tagged on, “Or is that taboo?”
“I’m Dane,” he quickly supplied, treating her to a full-on gorgeous smile that revealed straight white teeth. “And you are?”
“As in original sin?”
His smile turned absolutely criminal and caused the unfamiliar burning in the pit of her stomach to flame almost out of control. She felt stripped naked before him. He made her smoldering flesh want to combust—made her want to merge with him in every clandestine way possible. Damn. What was it about this man that completely obliterated her sense of decorum?
“No, as in short for Cinnamon,” she finally answered his question.
“Cinnamon?” He paused before slowly repeating, “Cinnamon.”
She grew hotter watching his mouth deliberately form the syllables. She had detested her name since she was old enough to comprehend it. However, the way his deep baritone voice articulated it, the way he caressed every syllable, was enough to make her change her mind.
He smiled and approved, “It suits you.”
“I never thought so.”
“Sure it does.” Dane picked up a piece of ice from his drink and unexpectedly placed it between her full burgundy lips. “Spicy. Hot.” His voice dipped seductively low as he whispered, “Desirable.”
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books. She wants her stories filled with hot, heavy passion, blistering
sex and flawed characters you like to root for and sometimes hit upside the
heroines are smart, savvy, and self-sufficient. Her heroes have to be
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southern girl who enjoys cooking and eating, reading, and of course writing.
She keeps a digital recorder by her bedside and in her purse because she never
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