Blurb:
Rhonda
Delacour hadn’t always been the biggest fan of Vincent’s, but he grew on her.
So when she has an undercover assignment for the SFPD, and is in need of
backup, there’s only one person she wants at her back. And when everything goes
sideways fast, Ro truly comes to appreciate the man behind the badge.
For a while Vincent
Bradley considered Rhonda nothing more than a pest he had to tolerate. How
quickly things change when they spend time together. Only realizing the depth
of his feelings for her when her life is on the line, Vincent will do anything,
kill anyone to keep Ro safe.
Hidden away to keep her
safe, Vincent knows it’s the perfect opportunity to show Rhonda how much he
cares for her. Unfortunately they can’t remain hidden forever. To have the
future they both want they’ll need to cross some dangerous lines.
Excerpt:
Three days ago…
Knocking
on the door, Rhonda flicked a stray piece of hair over her shoulder. Tapping
her toes lightly, she tried not to fidget, but damn she hated waiting out in
the open. The sound of the deadbolt being thrown open a moment later helped.
Rhonda
shot a look up at him as she swept into the apartment, not relaxing until
Vincent closed and bolted the door behind her. Letting out a breath, she yanked
the newsboy cap off her head, tugged the clip out holding her hair up, and
scraped her nails along her scalp.
“What’s
up?” Vincent asked coming toward her.
“Just
the usual, paranoia running rampant,” she told him as she tossed her hat and
the clip onto the coffee table. Following him to the kitchen, she hopped up
onto one of the stools at the little cafe-style table in the corner.
Vincent
shot her a look as he poured two cups of coffee. He passed her one before
settling across from her. “So, I thought we weren’t meeting until tomorrow?”
That
had been the plan. Until word had come down from her “boss” about her needing
to be on hand for some security for him the next day. “Yeah, well, Donny said
all hands were needed on deck tomorrow.” Rhonda shrugged.
Donald
“Donny” Hoffman was head of security for the scumbag she and the police
department were trying to take down. One Gabriel Moreau, head scumbag in San
Francisco for a cartel rumored to be out of Brazil. Unfortunately, they weren’t
exactly the talkative sorts so Rhonda didn’t know what was truth and what was
bullshit. All she knew for sure was they appeared to be buying up legit
businesses. She was certain it was to launder money from their illegal
activities. Unfortunately there was no proof yet what their illegal activities
were.
She
couldn’t even get them on extortion at the moment because they were paying fair
market values on the businesses and properties. Hell, in most cases, they were
paying above and beyond fair market value. The owners of the businesses being
bought had nothing bad to say either. They all said that Mr. Moreau asked to
purchase their business, offered a very fair or above fair value, and that was
it. No arm twisting, no extortion, no blackmail. Fucking Moreau was a fucking
angel in their eyes. Which wasn’t helping her case any.
“Any
idea why?” Vincent asked as she sipped the strong-brewed coffee in her cup.
Damn, the man knew how to make good coffee.
“Nope,” she said shaking her head. “All I know
for sure is that we’re to be dressed business appropriate,” she told him as she
eyed him up. He was a damn fine specimen. Six-feet-six-inches of solid muscle
and sex appeal. Shaggy, sandy brown hair that constantly fell into his blue
eyes and begged a woman to brush it away. He was also the type of man that
could get away without shaving every day and look all the better for
it. That and the little cleft in his chin made for one killer package that
sent the ladies wild.
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Moira Callahan is a Canadian born and raised
author. She loves to write, especially when it involves steamy, and wildly hot,
sensual stories. Though she’s not willing to fence herself in with just
one genre, her first love is the Romantic story. She’s not picky about what the
sub-genre might be, as long as it has a HEA ending—her only real concern when
writing a story.
As an author she prefers to write strong alpha
males and women who know exactly who they are. She easily recognizes that no
human being is perfect and therefore, neither can her characters be.
"Writing must come from the heart but must also utilize the brain.
Characters should be strong but also have a weakness to make them as real and
as like-able as possible to the reader."
You’ll find her characters are less than perfect,
just as she proudly claims to be. She likes to write them with a trait that is
all her and then borrow a trait from a friend to round out their personality.
This, she says, is to make them the most perfectly imperfect person she
possibly can.
Moira always ensures that everyone knows how
thankful she is to her best friend. For pretty much everything. Mainly
though she is forever grateful for the encouragement to get back to writing.
And then the "mild" harassment necessary to get her to finally submit
her first book to Evernight Publishing in March of 2014. Which Moira was
ecstatically pleased to have accepted.
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