Keely Allen’s life goes into a
tailspin when her adoptive father is viciously attacked. And the detective who
offers to help her? None other than the sexy, love ’em and leave ’em man who
once broke her heart.
Homicide Detective Logan North
carries a haunting secret that has always kept his emotions on lockdown. But
when he is forced to work alongside his former lover, the heat is still there
between them, burning hotter than ever. Logan is determined to keep the
luscious and tempting Keely at a distance...but he made a vow not to leave
until all are safe.
On their race to solve the tangled
web of crime, drug deals, and human trafficking, dangers abound—both to their
lives…and to their hearts.
Here's a peek at the story:
Wishing she didn’t
look so good in a pair of worn jeans and an old red University of Maryland
sweatshirt, he slammed the door and set the lock.
“Keely.” He stood
by the door, afraid to trust himself around her. He had to keep her at a
distance. As teens, he’d been too wild for her, as adults, he couldn’t give her
what she wanted.
Anger grew in his
gut. What if she’d been attacked in his own neighborhood, on her way to see
him, and he’d been inside watching a movie? He faced her, using his best cop
tone. “Do you know how many muggings there were on the next block last month?”
He could have bought a house in a safer neighborhood, but he liked the fact
everyone knew he was a cop. His presence kept crime down on this block. But he’d
never expected women to come over at odd hours in the night.
She didn’t even
have the grace to look chastened as she took a swig of beer and shrugged. “So,
I see you still like Louis L’Amour movies.” She smiled and pointed at the
television screen with her beer bottle.
He forced himself
to take a slow, calming breath, counting to ten.
“Logan?” A furrow
formed between her brows and she stood. Her long brown hair, damp from the
rain, clung to the sides of her face. A loose tendril fell across her cheek.
He wanted to step forward, brush it aside, grab her face in both
hands, and kiss the hell out of her.
“Why didn’t you
return my calls when I reached out to you a few years ago?”
So that was why she
was here. To finish the conversation they’d started earlier, before the street
outside her dad’s house had erupted in chaos.
She set her bottle
on the table and took a step closer to him.
His gaze dropped to
follow her pink-painted fingertips as she reached for the hem of her sweatshirt.
Surprise shot through him as she yanked it over her head, tossing it to the
sofa. She wore a thin beige halter and no bra. He stared at the pert outline of
her nipples, and his mouth went dry. Oh, holy shit.
With every ounce of
willpower he possessed, he forced his eyes higher and stared back at her. But
focusing on her eyes didn’t do him much good. Her blue eyes sparkled in the dim
lamp light, sending him signals he knew only too well.
She hadn’t come
over solely to get the answers to her questions. She’d come here to seduce him.
And God help him, he didn’t know if he had the strength to resist.
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Joya
Fields Bio:
Joya Fields has had over 100 stories and articles
published in local and national magazines. Her debut novel was a NJRW GOLDEN
LEAF WINNER FOR BEST FIRST BOOK OF 2012 and is nominated for RT Book Reviews 2012 Indie
Press/Self-Published Contemporary Romance award.
Joya has
taught arts and crafts, worked in public relations, helped her children raise
prize-winning 4-H livestock, competed in three marathons, and even spent a year
as a Baltimore Colts cheerleader. She loves hanging with her high school
sweetheart/husband of over twenty years, two very supportive children, and a
pug who follows her everywhere.
