Can two former lovers set aside
their differences and work together to bring a criminal to justice?
Five years ago, Sami Parker's life
was changed forever when she was injured in a bombing incident which left
another young woman dead—a woman who happened to be the fiancée of Sheriff
Makeeta Robertson, Sami's former lover. Initially, Sami was a suspect in the
crime, but the sheriff was forced to release her due to a lack of evidence. The
town, convinced that she got away with murder, turned against her.
At last an arrest has been made and
the sheriff needs Sami's help to get a conviction, but can she trust him?
Although wary and cautious, she wants to see this man brought to justice and
wants to clear her own name once and for all. But the awakening feelings she
has for Makeeta bring yet another problem. Then there's the secret she's kept
for the last five years—one she may not be able to keep any longer, and one
that may change the outcome of the trial.
Content Warning: contains some
Sami got in her truck at about ten
in the evening to head to Milne City to get her mail. She pulled up in front of
the post office, parking parallel to the building, and walked inside to her
mailbox. When she returned to her truck, a sheriff cruiser pulled up beside
her. She walked between the cruiser and her truck and Makeeta got out of the
"Sami, what are you doing out
here this late at night?" he asked.
"What does it look like I'm
doing?" she uttered sarcastically.
"Why do you get your mail so
"To avoid people like
you," she retorted curtly and continued to her truck and opened the door.
She fumbled with her mail and some dropped to the ground. Makeeta bent over to
pick it up at the same time she did. He grabbed the mail first and handed it to
"I was going to call you next
week. I need you to come down to the sheriff's office and see if you can pick
out the perpetrator in a lineup," Makeeta said. She climbed into her truck
and he leaned slightly on her truck door, preventing her from closing it.
"I already picked him out at
the district attorney's office. You know that—you were there."
"Yes, but for added security,
if you can identify him in a lineup, that would leave the jury with absolutely
no doubt about the identity. We want to seal the case up and close any gaps or
loopholes that the defense might grab on to."
Sami let out a sigh. "I don't
know if I'm comfortable coming down to the sheriff's office to do this. How do
I know you won't arrest me?"
Makeeta looked at her questioningly.
"Why would I do that?"
"Gee, I don't know, maybe
because you think I helped create the damn bomb that went off?"
"I thought we were past this,
Sami. I cleared you of any suspicion of involvement in the case."
"Yeah, well, what I don't
understand is why if you didn't believe me five years ago, you would believe me
now," Sami said, holding her raw emotion in check.
"I don't recall ever saying I
didn't believe you, but I had an investigation going on and I needed to rule
everyone out." Makeeta's voice hardened.
"You didn't rule me out…you
brought me into the station the minute I was released from the hospital. I had
intense pain, needed my medication, and you kept me there for hours. Did you
conveniently forget about that?" Sami asked, looking him up and down from
her side vision. He still had a beautifully proportioned body. He wore a blue
jean shirt, with his badge pinned to his pocket, and tight-fitting jeans. His
face was ruggedly handsome, with shoulder-length black hair. "You should
have sent one of your deputies out to talk to me two weeks ago, you should have
known that I wouldn't be interested in talking to you about anything." She
wanted to get this conversation over with so she could leave.
"I thought it would be easier
for you if it was just you and me," he said quietly.
"After what you put me through,
you thought it would be easier for me? What planet did you come from?" she
asked incredulously. "Besides, you weren't alone, you brought the district
attorney and another deputy with you."
"Okay, maybe I made a bad
judgment call there," he confessed. "But I'm here now to ask you to
come to the station and see if you can identify the perpetrator."
"When do you want me to come
"As soon as you can," he
"All right, may as well get it
over with. I'll be there tomorrow at ten, is that okay with you?" she
"Tomorrow at ten would be just
fine." Makeeta smiled thinly at her.
"Okay, now if you'll excuse me,
I want to get out of here."
Constance Bretes is an author of
contemporary romance and suspense. Her romance books are often set in different
parts of the country, but her favorite site is Montana. She's married to her
best friend and resides in Michigan with him and a houseful of cats. When she's
not at her regular 8-to-5 job, she can be found writing, researching, and
spending time with her husband.
After twenty years confinement on an island for crimes against
humanity, the last thing disgraced H.E.R.O. Cole wants to hear is the world
needs him. But the government’s sexy envoy peaks his interest and his honor.
Enhanced human and the government’s top negotiator, Caroline
Sparks’ only mission is to bring in the last H.E.R.O. at any cost. When he asks
for two months with her on his island when the mission is over, she can’t
refuse even if it means exposing a secret he might kill her over.
Battle to save the world….
With disaster looming at every turn, Cole must choose between
vengeance and duty. Can Caroline embrace her latent power and save her hero or
will saving the world cost them both everything?
princess, I don’t have a knight-in-shining-armor side. You need to get around
to my real side.”
teeth clicked together at princess; her tongue barely escaped the sharp
edges before she forced another breath through her nose.
what side would that be? Your, I-want-my-own-island-and-the-rest-of-
the-world-can-rot, side? Or how about your, I-need-a-new-woman-every-couple-
weeks, side? Which one of those should I appeal to?”
voice sounded strange to her ears, thick with frustration and on the brink of
screeching. I never raise my voice. Pursing her lips against the
tremble, she gripped the edge of her seat, doing her best to ignore his wide
smirk. She needed this conversation under her control.
leaned back and tilted his head to look beneath the table, eyeing her legs. She
stiffened but didn’t move further at his perusal of her from head to chest and
back. A negotiator couldn’t be easily offended.
my I-need-a-new-woman-every-couple-weeks, side. You could be that woman.”
Incredulity tightened her throat and her words sputtered out in a breathy puff.
“Are you insane?”
on who you ask.” He winked; a suggestive tilt broadened his smile.
way in hell. She
squashed the butterflies that flapped in her belly, determined to ignore the
temptation of his sun-kissed shoulders and golden abs, each muscle defined like
a sculpted masterpiece. A perfect Hero. Physically. Too bad, of all the Heroes,
only he remained.
cleared her throat. “I’m here to negotiate your chance at freedom, not feed
your lascivious appetites.”
Tell the AG the offer is rejected.”
of lives are at risk. We can’t combat a cyborg army under the control of a
terrorist on our own.”
my problem.” “You used to be a hero. Now you’re heartless and cruel—pathetic.” Caroline
searched his face for a reaction, anything to tell her she’d gotten to him. He
gave nothing but a shrug under a steady gaze. Her insults seemed to roll right
brethren would be ashamed.”
flash of violence passed through his eyes as he thrust forward, shoulders
raised, in a shift from nonchalant to coiled aggression, ready to strike at the
next provocation. Here was the vengeance that cost a dozen citizens their lives
and damages in the billions to government assets. She struggled not to react,
but anger surged inside her, smothering her self-protective instincts.
Whether she’s writing contemporary or
paranormal romance, Kimberly Quinton is a romantic at heart who strives to tell
stories about the power of true love.
Since a teen, she’s
loved romances and believes we can all live our happily-ever-after. Always a
people watcher, it wasn’t until Kimberly shucked her Accounting major for
Anthropology that her interest in people and cultures was nurtured.
Kimberly has combined her natural curiosity (nosiness) with her love of romance
for the sake of bringing the movies in her head to life on the page.
and mother of two, Kimberly spends her days chasing chores, wrangling
active kids, and writing. She also enjoys traveling, cooking, great wine and
sharing a laugh with friends and family.
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