I'd like to welcome to my blog today, Marie-Nicole Ryan and her book - Love Me If You Can. A super spicy, suspense filled romance. Take a moment and enjoy this fantastic excerpt she's hand-picked for you today.
Nashville Homicide Detective Tess O’Malley has a lot to prove. She comes from a long line of police officers, including her father and older brothers. First she and her partner are taken off a high profile case and sidelined with a cold case instead. After reviewing the files, she’s certain her cold case is connected to the current one, and she sets out to prove it. Too bad it means locking horns with a handsome PI who could win her heart and derail her career.
PI Scott Holt is all business when it comes to running his family’s PI firm. When the lovely Detective O’Malley comes to question him about his possible involvement in her cold case, he has everything but business on his mind. Like locking lips with the fiery redhead.
Scott parked his car in the lot and glanced at his watch. His first appointment wasn’t for another twenty minutes. Just enough time to duck into the Coffee Shack for his morning jolt of java. Great. Only one customer ahead of him.
The one was a spectacular redhead with a killer body, wearing a light tan jacket and a brown skirt just short enough to show off a great set of wheels. Not that he paid any attention to a woman’s body.
Now, the mind… Who was he fooling?
“Arabian Mocha Sanani. Double grande, skim—no, whole—no, skim.” Her voice was low and pleasant, but did she have to waffle over what kind of milk?
Her head bobbed from side to side while she considered. “No, skim, definitely skim.”
Enough already. “Could you just make up your mind? Some of us have to go to work.”
She whirled and glared. Her wide gray eyes, with flecks of darker gray, flashed with anger. “I just did.” She turned back to the clerk. “Definitely whole.”
There was something familiar about her. Maybe they’d met before? Gone to school together? He glanced at his watch and started tapping his foot.
“Sometime this century, Red.”
This time she whipped around and flashed a badge. “One more word and I’ll arrest you for being a public nuisance.”
A Metro Nashville gold shield. Yeah, one of the O’Malleys. “You’ll arrest me?” Unable to resist, he grinned. “How about I make a citizen’s arrest because you’re a—”
Her fair cheeks flushed an angry red as she interrupted him, “Careful, you are so close to—”
So she had the typical redhead’s temper. Aw hell, she was too cute to alienate. Women love it when a man admits he’s wrong. “All right. I’m a nuisance—one Scott Holt. I admit it. Why don’t you let me buy your coffee, and then maybe you’ll let me apologize over dinner?”
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
A flicker of something sparked, then died in her gaze. “Hmph. Is that your idea of a smooth come-on?”
He tried a smile. Maybe his charm alone would soften her attitude. “It’s the best I can do on short notice.”
Her hardened expression softened. Her lips twitched. “I’ll pass.”
“Now here I thought you were softening toward me. You know you almost smiled. I’m very observant.”
She glanced at her watch. A self-satisfied smile lifted the corners of her luscious mouth. “Thought you had to get to work?”
“Won’t hurt. I’m the boss.”
“Well, I’m not the boss, and I do have to get to work.”
Without another word, she paid for her java, took a sip, and then sailed by him. His chin dropped.
She left the store and headed down Fifth. He smiled. Nice hitch in her get-along. Oh, yeah.
“Hey, buddy,” the barista interrupted Scott’s train of thought. “You gonna order or stare at the scenery.”
Scott laughed. The redhead had him dazzled all right.
And dazzled was rare.
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