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Police Chief Tucker Ambrose hopes it’s just a prank, but his years as a cop in Chicago tell him different. Then a body is discovered in the middle of the woods, staged with a bible, a crucifix, and a rosary… and Tucker knows something dark and sinister has arrived in his town.
Miranda Harley knows exactly what’s going on. In fact, she’s been tracking this serial killer, hoping to gather enough evidence to convict him. Trouble is, no one will believe her, not even the sexy police chief whose heated gazes promise nights of sin. But when Miranda falls into the crosshairs of a psychopath, Tucker must put aside his doubts and race to stop the killer from striking again.
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She glanced over the menu, settled on the stew and closed her eyes. A gust of cold from outside pulled her lids open again, and she found herself watching a tall man built like a quarterback stepping through the tinkling doors. Miranda swallowed, hating herself for even noticing how appealing he was. But who could blame her? She’d been so consumed with other things lately . . . getting laid had fallen so far down on her to-do list that she couldn’t even find it anymore. A man like that could spark even the deadest libidos back to life.
The waitress led him to Miranda and grinned. “Here he is.”
The man smiled down at her. “Miranda, right?”
He eyed her, and she squirmed a little. The term landlord had conjured an image of an old man with glasses. This guy certainly didn’t fill that bill.
“Yeah, hi.” She thrust out her hand awkwardly and shivered as his warm one engulfed her fingers. It took her a moment longer than it should have to let go. “Tucker?”
“That’s me. Mind if I sit? I have some paperwork for you to fill out and then we can get you settled in.”
“Sure. I was about to order something. I hope you don’t mind if I eat while we talk. It was a long drive.”
“Not at all. I could do with something myself.” He handed her a small stack of papers. “Have a look over those while I decide what I’m in the mood for and I can answer any questions you have.”
Occasionally, his gaze met hers over his menu and she looked away, embarrassed that her sixteen months of celibacy were catching up to her. She hadn’t come to this town for romance or sex. God she needed her life back. Needed to get laid. Needed to be anywhere but here.
She leaned back as Bouffant slid a glass of water in front of her. Miranda glanced up in time to see the name badge that proclaimed herthe Peggy Jo.
“What’s it going to be?”
“I’ll have the beef stew.”
Her new landlord flashed a grin that revealed two perfect dimples. Of course he had dimples. No Superman was created without them.
C.J. Kyle lives in Florida, where the weather is as bipolar as her characters sometimes turn out to be. Besides partaking in all things Jeep-related, she is an avid reader of most genres, loves cooking, watching sports, and thrives on being a wife and mother. She also classifies herself as a geek and nerd, enjoying gaming while thinking about the next scene she has to write. She loves to hear from her readers and can be found on Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest and more.
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The waitress led him to Miranda and grinned. “Here he is.”
The man smiled down at her. “Miranda, right?”
He eyed her, and she squirmed a little. The term landlord had conjured an image of an old man with glasses. This guy certainly didn’t fill that bill.
“Yeah, hi.” She thrust out her hand awkwardly and shivered as his warm one engulfed her fingers. It took her a moment longer than it should have to let go. “Tucker?”
“That’s me. Mind if I sit? I have some paperwork for you to fill out and then we can get you settled in.”
“Sure. I was about to order something. I hope you don’t mind if I eat while we talk. It was a long drive.”
“Not at all. I could do with something myself.” He handed her a small stack of papers. “Have a look over those while I decide what I’m in the mood for and I can answer any questions you have.”
Occasionally, his gaze met hers over his menu and she looked away, embarrassed that her sixteen months of celibacy were catching up to her. She hadn’t come to this town for romance or sex. God she needed her life back. Needed to get laid. Needed to be anywhere but here.
She leaned back as Bouffant slid a glass of water in front of her. Miranda glanced up in time to see the name badge that proclaimed herthe Peggy Jo.
“What’s it going to be?”
“I’ll have the beef stew.”
Her new landlord flashed a grin that revealed two perfect dimples. Of course he had dimples. No Superman was created without them.
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