Blurb: A spontaneous freelance journalist on a mission of mercy finds herself entangled with a methodical undercover FBI agent out to settle a score.
Stacie Monroe's spontaneity lands her in hot water again when her best friend's little brother disappears and Stacie trails him to a nudist resort. To get inside the exclusive oasis and convince him to return home, she must blend in, a move tailor made to shock her oh-so-proper family and renew efforts to bring her in line.
That's exactly what Special Agent David Graham intends to do when she interferes in his case. Yet, the soft-hearted temptress challenges his resolve, revealing the path to a love he thought impossible. Will that love survive when he betrays her in order to unravel the final twist in his case and convict a vicious killer?
Excerpt 1:
The tissue box on her desk shifted. Stacie kept her gaze on the colorful page filling her screen while the tropical scent of sunscreen blended with the faint tang of a citrus and spice after-shave lotion. Oh no, another dangling dandy hung too close for comfort.
A long, slow rasp warned her someone was easing a tissue upward. With a sideways glance, she spotted a man’s blunt, tanned fingers spreading the blue tissue to its widest, highest extent, yet leave it anchored in the box. This man cloaked in secrecy what others at the resort openly displayed. She assessed thick wrists and an athletic build that registered in her drool range. Stacie sat straighter and focused on his hands. No ring bound his finger. No pale circlet of skin betrayed the recent removal of one. Looking up, she saw a square jaw shadowed by dark blond stubble. Thick lashes fringed gray eyes. He wore his blond hair long and pulled back, the complete opposite to her riot of short black curls.
“He can’t be David Graham. I am. Always have been.”
Snapping back to reality, Stacie realized the new hero of her dreams thought her guess about Alan changing identity was wrong. She agreed with him. Seeing David Graham in the flesh, yummy hunky flesh, proved he looked nothing like Alan Walsh.
“Why do you think he’s me?”
“It doesn’t matter.” Concerned she’d upset a legitimate member, she introduced herself and offered a warm smile.
“What does this Alan Walsh look like, Stacie?”
A distinct tan line slashed low across the man’s abdomen, dividing sun-gilded skin from virgin white. A faint alarm sounded in her mind.
“Maybe I’ve seen him and could point you in his direction.”
His fidgeting hands and taut body mirrored her reaction to public exposure. Stacie relaxed. She would have signed in using a fake address and name if she’d come as a guest. He probably thought helping her would ease him into this new and daunting experience.
“Alan has cinnamon brown hair. Styled, not cut. The hundred dollar appointment kind instead of the twelve dollar walk-in type.”
Graham’s attention remained intent without a hint of reaction.
“He’s five, maybe seven years younger that your...thirty-three?”
Graham shifted his weight from one foot to the other, but he stayed silent.
“Shorter by several inches than your...what...six-three or four...?”
A tight smile pulled his firm lips. “Some people think I throw a long shadow.”
She figured they should be more worried about the heavy muscles that slabbed his arms, shoulders, and chest. “Where you’re built like a weight-lifter, Alan’s a long distance runner.”
“I know the type.”
David Graham’s flat comment implied it fit Alan’s personality as neatly as it did his body. Goose bumps prickled Stacie’s arms for the second time that day.
She looked at him without attraction fogging her senses. What was an intensely private man doing in a nudist resort? One possibility chilled her. Mick Caputo had sent him.
Excerpt 2 from later that night:
Stacie tapped one sandal-clad foot on the floor while Agent I'd-Rather-Scare-You-Than-Confide-In-You ignored her. She glanced toward the bathroom, crossed her legs, and wished she hadn't finished that last glass of wine.
"Aren't you going to search that closet or open those two bottom drawers in the dresser?" she asked when he tucked his camera inside his pack.
"Can't."
A nasty suspicion raised its head. "Why not?"
"Don't have a search warrant. That limits me to a visual inspection of what's in plain sight."
"I won't tell," she pushed, despite being certain of his response.
"There are laws."
She groaned over the close match to a pronouncement she'd heard her whole life. There are rules.
Boring. Snoring. Gone. Think of something else.
Like how Agent By-The-Book caused this mess. If he'd mentioned being from the FBI when they met in the office none of this would have happened. He ignored her interest in Alan Walsh and her intelligence in favor of treating her as if she were a child in need of a lesson.
Nature threatened to float her teeth, but Stacie refused to ask for relief. She fidgeted on the hard chair and crossed her legs the other way. The backs of her thighs pulled where her skin had stuck to the wooden seat. That twinge of pain reminded her she ought to be thrilled Graham claimed a badge and not a rap sheet. Instead, she rattled the handcuffs that shackled her to the chair and worried how far he meant to carry her arrest.
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Sandra Crowley
OH MY! You have truly tantalized ME with these excerpts! Sounds like a great read. Quite the mystery man. I really enjoyed the dialogue between the two of them. You have sure garnered some awesome reviews, as well! Congratulations!
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Sandra! Wow, you have great models for Stacie and the agent. The excerpts are very good-a wonderful showcase of your excellent writing style.
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Best wishes for lots of sales! Celia
Sandy, this is a terrific book and I wish you many more sales.
ReplyDeleteThanks, ladies. I appreciate your positive comments. Hope all of you are having a great weekend.
ReplyDeleteGreat excerpts, Sandra! Sounds like a great read!
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