I didn’t set out to write romantic suspense. How could I? I don’t have a law enforcement background. I’ve never been arrested, so I don’t know too much about our criminal justice system, either. But my characters didn’t give me a choice.
By the second paragraph of this novel, a boat explodes, thrusting Brooke Richards into the midst of the hunt for a criminal. She’s a below-the-knee amputee who is determined to be independent, and insists on helping to find the culprit who blew up the boat.
Garrett Ciavello is no stranger to criminals. He’s a Flagler Beach, FL policeman. He blames himself for the death of his fiancée, and has grown overprotective of those close to him.
Throughout the story, they clash because Garrett wants to protect Brooke and she needs her independence. But with a killer on their trail, they must compromise.
And with a killer on their trial, I had to quickly learn what it was like to be a police officer. My local
police department offered police ride-alongs and I signed up for one. I learned a lot that night, and the officer I rode along with was very patient and answered hundreds of my questions. He also told me lots of great true stories. I think I’ll use some of those in another book one day soon.
Thanks again for inviting me to your blog today, Louann. Here’s a short excerpt from BENEATH THE
SURFACE.
For the first time since the accident, Brooke forgot about her leg. Forgot about all she’d lost and focused on the way Logan made her feel.
She knew she needed to stop him. She should find a way to resist the temptation to be with him. But for a few minutes, she could enjoy the taste of him, the feel of him, couldn’t she?
He dropped his hands to her waist and softened the kiss before trailing a line of kisses down her neck. A weak cry slipped from her mouth. “Garrett,” she whispered.
She should stop this now before it got any more intense.
He cupped her chin and forced her to meet his brown eyes, smoky with desire. Heat spiraled to her middle and she caught a whiff of his sawdust scent.
“I…I can walk you back to your own room before I head to mine.” His voice broke as he whispered.
She swallowed hard. She couldn’t do this right now with him. Too many obstacles stood in their way. But as she looked in his somber eyes, she realized none of those complications were bigger than her need for Garrett.
“Let’s go to your room,” she said, her voice shaking. She moved her hands inside his shirt and ran them over his tight abs and chest. Heat soared through her body at the feel of him. “Together…”
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