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LaVERNE
CLARK
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OF:
Crossing the line has never been so
complicated
Home after years living overseas, Lucy
Caldwell makes a shocking confession to her best friend. She could live without
sex for the rest of her life and never miss it. She doesn't realize the man
she's loved forever is in the bar and overhears her alcohol-fueled admission.
Samuel Merrick is horrified when the
passionate "brat" he'd once known declares herself frigid. Upon
discovering her emotional scars stem from a traumatic event she tried to bury,
he vetoes the girlfriends' dangerous scheme of finding a man to help her
rediscover her sexuality, offering to fill the role of lover, himself.
What starts as a no-strings arrangement to
keep her safe soon becomes an all-consuming passion neither of them is prepared
for. Fire burns out of control between them, threatening the very fabric of the
friendship they hold so dear. Once the ashes have cooled, will there be
anything left to salvage?
“You’re going to do this with or without my help, aren’t
you, Luce?”
Her jaw set under his fingers, and she gave him a defiant
nod.
He ground out another curse and opened his mouth. “If this
is what you really want, what you think you need to get past this, I will be
your lover. Me. No one else. Got it?”
Her eyes grew wide, and her pretty pink lips parted as she
stared up at him, her expression dumbstruck. Exactly how he felt when he heard
the words trip out of him. A wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He
hadn’t exactly been planning to say that. But no matter that it was a spur of
the moment thing; the steady beat of his heart and the sudden clearing of his
head assured him it was the right thing to do. It was the only way he could
guarantee her safety. Too many things could go wrong while she was so delicate,
and he’d have no way of knowing until it was too late. No way was he risking
that—risking her. Not when he could stop it happening altogether.
His grip on her chin loosened, and his thumb caressed her
jaw. “God knows, you deserve to have the world at your feet, Lucy, and you
deserve better, but if you’re determined to go down this path, know the only
man I’ll be offering you is me.”
He's immersed in
shadows--can she help him fight his way to the light?
Constable Kelly Appleton's
life turns upside down when her partner--the man she secretly loves--is shot.
The lines between work and pleasure blur as she helps him recuperate, but
frighteningly, his hold on reality loosens too.
After his brush with death,
Nathaniel O'Leary questions everything--his life, his relationships, even his
recent capture of a serial killer. When ghosts and an ominous shadow come
calling, Nate struggles to stay grounded. Suddenly, keeping his hands off his
sexy partner is the least of his problems.
As Kelly and Nathaniel work
together to right a possible miscarriage of justice, they realize the shadow is
a portent of death directly related to the serial killer. Terror strikes when
the shadow reveals Kelly is the next target.
With evil closing in, can
their love banish the shadows forever?
Temper
sharpened her gaze. “Are you even listening to me?”
“You
might want to back off,” he warned in a strained voice.
“Oh,
might I? And why would that be?”
Nate
looked down. The top of her dress stretched tight over her heaving chest, the
position affording him a glorious view of cleavage. The peaks of her breasts
were so close, if he took a deep breath, they’d brush against him. It took
everything in him to take shallow breaths even as his tongue salivated at the
thought of exploring the lush valley under the material. And who knew what he’d
do then. She followed his gaze, and he heard her stifle a gasp. When she didn’t
move away, his body hardened to the point of pain.
She
lifted her head and another rush of blood went straight to his cock. Her pupils
had dilated, her eyes darkened to midnight blue and a slow, feline smile
stretched her generous mouth. “Why would I do that?” she repeated in a soft
drawl.
“Because
you might not like my reaction,” he growled, mindful to keep his breathing
shallow.
Slowly,
she lowered her head and allowed her body to drop closer until they were just a
sliver apart. “But what if I do?”
Need
ripped through him and without further thought, he shifted his knees wider,
bringing her flush against his length. She groaned softly and his control
snapped. Reaching out with graceless fingers, he snagged her hair, his fingers
pulling on the tie holding it back. Blonde silk cascaded forward, the fragrant
tresses shielding them from outside distractions. His hands bunched in the cool
strands, delighting in the warmth of her scalp under his palm, and he tugged
her towards him, the movement impatient.
LaVerne is a Kiwi author writing contemporary
stories of romance, fantasy, and suspense, set in New Zealand. She lives in
Nelson, the sunshine capital of NZ with her two children and husband and is
owned by a rescued greyhound.
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