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Genre: Paranormal Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Entangled Publishing – ignite imprint
Publication Date: September 23, 2013
Helene’s new FBI partner defines good-looking, but Miguel Sanchez, wants nothing to do with her ends-justify-the-means attitude. He knows through experience the type of guilt her actions can bring and Miguel wants nothing to do with Helene’s careless ways. Even if she’s so damned hot she makes him burn with the need.
When the serial killer they’re tracking strikes again, Helene and Miguel are drawn into a case that will challenge their most fundamental beliefs about justice and vengeance. But it’s the passion between them that forces a goddess to choose: eternal life with all her powers…or death—to save the man she loves.
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Peace filled Helene as Miguel lazily stroked her back. She snuggled closer to the warm strength of his body and he splayed his fingers across the small of her back to urge her even closer.
She went willingly, basking in a serenity that filled a part of her that had been empty for so long, she hadn’t known it could be any other way. But now she knew. And when he was gone from her life, as surely he would be soon, she would feel that emptiness even more profoundly.
“Helene?” he asked. “You okay?”
“Yes,” she replied, unwilling to allow him further entry into that space. Distracting him from probing deeper by saying, “I’m just thinking about the case.”
“We’ll get a break soon. I promise.”
Such earnestness in his voice and the way his hand tightened at her waist. But then, she had sensed that determination in him from the first. Admired it.
“I know, Miguel. I just wish we’d had that break a little sooner.”
“Yeah.” He moved so they were face to face, cupped her cheek and ran his thumb across her lips. “It was hard to make the call to Lanie’s parents.”
Very hard. She recalled the words of comfort he had used, and the pain in his voice as he’d said them.
Which was only a fraction of the agony in the cries and denials from the girl’s parents when he had broken the news.
But he had done it, gracefully and full of compassion.
Raising her hand, she trailed it over the tight line of his jaw. “You handled it well.” Far better than she could have. In a few hours, they would have to speak to the roommates. “Will you tell her friends? I’m not sure I…”
“Can do it right?” he completed for her. He touched her chin with his fingers and urged her gaze upward. “I know you feel for them.”
He moved his hand down to her heart. “I see you hurting. I understand how much you want justice for Lanie.”
She glanced down to where his hand rested. She covered it with hers, pressed it tight, until he could feel the steady beat of her heart. A human heart that was filled with uncertainty.
Not like her real heart. Her immortal heart knew no doubts or hesitation. Only black and white. Only true justice.
“Maybe the pain I feel is because I’ve failed. Failed to find justice,” she said, unwilling to believe it was about anything else.
He shook his head. “You know that’s not true. You feel pain for the victims and their plight. And you haven’t failed. This was a setback, yes. But we will not fail. You know that.”
She wanted to believe him. She wished that she wouldn’t disappoint his belief in her. And yet she knew she would. “The only thing I know for sure is that I want this bastard to pay for his crimes. That’s the only certain thing within me.”
New York Times and USA Today bestselling paranormal and romantic suspense author Caridad Pineiro wrote her first novel in the fifth grade when her teacher assigned a project – to write a book for a class lending library. Bitten by the writing bug, Caridad continued with her passion for the written word and in 1999, Caridad’s first novel was released. Over a decade later, Caridad is the author of more than thirty published novels and novellas. When not writing, Caridad is an attorney, wife and mother to an aspiring writer and fashionista.
Book Excerpt
She went willingly, basking in a serenity that filled a part of her that had been empty for so long, she hadn’t known it could be any other way. But now she knew. And when he was gone from her life, as surely he would be soon, she would feel that emptiness even more profoundly.
“Helene?” he asked. “You okay?”
“Yes,” she replied, unwilling to allow him further entry into that space. Distracting him from probing deeper by saying, “I’m just thinking about the case.”
“We’ll get a break soon. I promise.”
Such earnestness in his voice and the way his hand tightened at her waist. But then, she had sensed that determination in him from the first. Admired it.
“I know, Miguel. I just wish we’d had that break a little sooner.”
“Yeah.” He moved so they were face to face, cupped her cheek and ran his thumb across her lips. “It was hard to make the call to Lanie’s parents.”
Very hard. She recalled the words of comfort he had used, and the pain in his voice as he’d said them.
Which was only a fraction of the agony in the cries and denials from the girl’s parents when he had broken the news.
But he had done it, gracefully and full of compassion.
Raising her hand, she trailed it over the tight line of his jaw. “You handled it well.” Far better than she could have. In a few hours, they would have to speak to the roommates. “Will you tell her friends? I’m not sure I…”
“Can do it right?” he completed for her. He touched her chin with his fingers and urged her gaze upward. “I know you feel for them.”
He moved his hand down to her heart. “I see you hurting. I understand how much you want justice for Lanie.”
She glanced down to where his hand rested. She covered it with hers, pressed it tight, until he could feel the steady beat of her heart. A human heart that was filled with uncertainty.
Not like her real heart. Her immortal heart knew no doubts or hesitation. Only black and white. Only true justice.
“Maybe the pain I feel is because I’ve failed. Failed to find justice,” she said, unwilling to believe it was about anything else.
He shook his head. “You know that’s not true. You feel pain for the victims and their plight. And you haven’t failed. This was a setback, yes. But we will not fail. You know that.”
She wanted to believe him. She wished that she wouldn’t disappoint his belief in her. And yet she knew she would. “The only thing I know for sure is that I want this bastard to pay for his crimes. That’s the only certain thing within me.”
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