Please help me welcome my friend Angel Nicholas to the blog today. We're together celebrating her new romantic suspense, Blood Will Tell.
With the purchase of a darling little house on the Washington coast, Laura Nichols took decisive control of her life. The dramatic ocean vistas are the only type of drama she’s willing to allow in her life these days. As a bonus, small towns are toxic to power hungry alpha males. Clean salt air, blue skies, and wet sand stuck to the soles of her feet sound like heaven.
Pity no one told her heaven comes with an expiration label that closely resembles the toe tag on a John Doe. Or that the chief of police in her sleepy town would be more alpha, and far more irresistible, than any Gucci suit wearing date she’d suffered through in Olympia. And if her high-ranking political family finds out about the attempts on her life, a security detail will be camped out in her living room. But hey, what’s a little attempted murder between friends?
Nate opened the screen door, stepped inside and her small foyer shrank. He stood a head taller than the shorter officer, with the thick, muscled body of a defensive linebacker. Not handsome exactly, which made it difficult to understand why she couldn’t tear her gaze free. Could have something to do with the way danger and magnetic appeal wrapped around his broad shoulders like a super hero’s cape.
Nate’s gaze was decidedly cool. “I don’t see any children, Kev.”
Aloof and deep, his voice penetrated her defenses, a one-ton diesel truck idling in the drive; power, masculinity, freedom… raw virility in its truest form. A flush warmed her skin, her body softening in subtle submission.
Inhaling deeply, she watched him take her in from the tip of her bright red toenails to the top of her mussed hair. For all the emotion he showed, she could have been a bag of potato chips on a store shelf. Laura’s spine snapped straight as she shook off the haze of attraction, fisted her hands at her sides and narrowed her eyes.
“I’m Chief Nathaniel Sterling with the Long Beach Police Department. You’re Miss Nichols?” At her nod, he flipped open the front of his tweed blazer to reveal the butt of a very large black gun. He slipped his thumbs into his front pockets, splaying long fingers across the front of dark trousers and glanced down her hall. His eyes narrowed, turning his expression darker, more formidable, as it returned to her. “Want to tell me what happened tonight?”
No, I thought we could play a little guessing game.
“Do I have a choice?” Yeah, intimidation had never worked well on her.
He arched a dark brow.
Neat trick. Did he practice in front of a mirror? She rubbed her forehead and sighed. When had she become such a royal witch? “I’m going to get dressed first.”
A beat passed as once more his hard gaze moved over her like a physical touch, spreading heat through her belly. Every second in his presence notched her awareness up until she wanted to scream. She’d had her fill of controlling, arrogant men. In fact, in moving beyond her family’s sphere of influence, she hoped to find a nice, normal guy—the exact opposite of Chief Sterling, based on the vibes coming off him.
“Sure,” he said. “I’ll wait.”
Gee, thanks.” Laura spun on her heel and jogged up the steps, feeling his gaze on her the whole way.
Miss Nichols’ simple oversized sleep tee exposed one creamy shoulder, teasingly outlining killer curves when she moved. Nate watched her run up the steps, mesmerized by the flash of smooth legs, gorgeous riot of hair and jiggle of her firm ass. He enjoyed the view, but the spark of sass and irritation he’d seen in her eyes made him hot under the collar.
Usually, something along the lines of light reflecting off a gun barrel was required to snare the entirety of his attention. A woman? Not if he could help it.
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