Author: LA Fiore
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Suspense, Billionaire
Publication date: July 24th, 2020
Cover Design: Melissa Stevens, The Illustrated Author
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When a stabbing death calls homicide detective Molly Donahue and her partner to Central Park, it’s just the beginning of a string of murders in an investigation that leads them to Los Angeles, and the death of a Hollywood starlet three decades earlier.
During the course of their investigating, they interview billionaire Kade Wakefield. Molly isn’t prepared for her reaction to him. He’s stoic, intense and possibly on the wrong side of the law, but she’s undeniably attracted.
Kade Wakefield isn’t expecting detective Molly Donahue. She’s the law, and he follows it when it suits him, but the insatiable hunger she stirs has his well-honed control pushing at the cage to break free.
As the investigation heats up, they start an intensely passionate affair but soon learn what’s between them is more than physical, something they’re willing to give it all up for, but her case takes a deadly turn and the one she hunts is now hunting them.
Excerpt . . .
I didn’t even think, unlocking and opening the door because I was still working on why the hell Kade was at my door at three in the morning. Then I saw his face. He was pissed. He stepped into my apartment, closed and locked the door behind him. I stood in my tank and boy shorts, my gun forgotten in my hand staring at Kade Wakefield in my little apartment.
“We didn’t finish our conversation.” His voice was deceivingly soft.
“It didn’t seem like we were having one.”
“What did you feel?”
“Why do you care?” I wasn’t trying to be flippant, but the man had to give me something.
There was that knot at his jaw. “I took Emerson to the ballet because if you’re right about your theory, I’m being watched, too. And it wouldn’t do for anyone to know that a certain homicide detective has gotten under my skin, that I can’t go a day…” He moved and not controlled like usual, but restless, like a caged tiger. “Fuck, I can’t go an hour without thinking about your taste and how I want more of it.” He stopped pacing and looked me right in the eyes, his own looking like the calm before the storm. “I fucking want you, Molly Donahue, and I don’t want anyone knowing just how much.” He stepped right into my personal space. “Because that puts you at risk.”
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