When Tatum’s daydreams of murder become a reality, all fingers point to her.
In Tatum Wood’s opinion, murdering her boss on a daily basis within the safety of her thoughts is better than therapy. Until he takes a swan dive off a building and all evidence points to her.
Thank goodness she has Franklin Reed. Her mysterious, overprotective and drop-dead gorgeous coworker is all too eager to play hero. With two attacks in her building and her stalker with a penchant for roses, Franklin’s injection into her life couldn’t have come at a better time.
As Tatum and Franklin scramble to discover who’s behind the murder, secrets are unearthed that question his motives...as well as his identity.
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I'm
so glad
that I went into this book blind, just on my fellow blogger, Nic's,
recommendation - not reading the synopsis, just kind of imagining what
the book
would be about by the title alone. I have to admit, I thought the title
was a little corny, but I figured I would chance it and read the book,
and I'm so glad I did because I totally loved this story.
Franklin, oh
man he was hot, he was sexy, and he was possessive and protective. But the best was that he knew Tatum was his
since the first moment he laid eyes on her.
To be honest though, Franklin wasn't
totally perfect, because I really did want to smack him a few
times because he kept her in the dark about some things. I did understand
his mindset though, and that he believed he was doing what was best for her and keeping her safe. Oh to have a man that
fiercely protective!
What I loved
best about Tatum was that somehow she always managed to let something slip out
of her mouth, that was slightly inappropriate, and actually pretty funny. It was never meant to be hurtful, she was
just giving the bare truth without a filter - and I loved her sass and the
strength she harbored deep down.
This
was a great, hot, sexy romantic suspense, that had me guessing and
wondering what the hell was going on throughout the whole book. I really
enjoyed this book, and trust me if you are looking for a great hot, sizzling
romantic suspense.....take the chance on this book, I don't think you will be
disappointed at all.
Franklin tossed his cell at my feet, rolled down his window,
and took a deep breath.
Classified?
“Who are you?” I swiveled to face him.
His grim expression softened. Barely.
“You know who I am.”
“Who are you?” I asked again, more a demand than a question.
“The man who keeps saving your ass.”
He looked my way, and I got my first glance at his face.
The skin surrounding his eye boasted several shades of purple and blue.
His nose definitely didn’t look right, and three large scratches
stretched from his left eye to below his cheekbone.
Not bad for my first shot at kicking someone’s ass.
Instinct urged me to reach over and offer comfort.
I tucked my hand under my leg to keep it from such betrayal.
“Why were men shooting at you?”
I asked, unable to cloak the seething anger in my tone.
“They weren’t.”
“Now you’re not making sense.”
I pulled on the door handle.
“I’ll jump out if you don’t start talking. Why were men shooting at you?”
“They weren’t aiming for me, Killer. You were the target.”
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Krissy is a full time writer, an avid reader, and lover of all things romance.
Growing up surrounded by the great outdoors, her childhood was full of adventure that fueled an overactive imagination and ignited a passion for storytelling. Whether it be dolls, or running free through the wooded areas surrounding her home, playtime always included a tormented villain, a damsel in distress and a larger than life hero.
After relentless encouragement from friends and family, she finally put the characters in her head to pen and paper. The only thing she loves more than curling up with a steamy romance novel, is cozying up to her desk and writing her own sexy adventures to share with others.
and took a deep breath.
Classified?
“Who are you?” I swiveled to face him.
His grim expression softened. Barely.
“You know who I am.”
“Who are you?” I asked again, more a demand than a question.
“The man who keeps saving your ass.”
He looked my way, and I got my first glance at his face.
The skin surrounding his eye boasted several shades of purple and blue.
His nose definitely didn’t look right, and three large scratches
stretched from his left eye to below his cheekbone.
Not bad for my first shot at kicking someone’s ass.
Instinct urged me to reach over and offer comfort.
I tucked my hand under my leg to keep it from such betrayal.
“Why were men shooting at you?”
I asked, unable to cloak the seething anger in my tone.
“They weren’t.”
“Now you’re not making sense.”
I pulled on the door handle.
“I’ll jump out if you don’t start talking. Why were men shooting at you?”
“They weren’t aiming for me, Killer. You were the target.”
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