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FALLING FOR THE P.I.
Still Harbor #1
Releasing Aug 10th, 2015
Teacher Kate Abbott's fresh start in Still Harbor was the beginning of the life that she and her two best friends always imagined for themselves. Still, being a working single parent of a special needs daughter hasn't exactly improved Kate's love life. But Kate's preference for nachos over men quickly disappears when she meets the oh-so-sexy Matt Lane.
Until she finds out he's a cop.
Matt is a former cop-turned-private investigator, and he knows fear when he sees it. A cop clearly spooked Kateâ¦or hurt her. Still, something about the gorgeous professor catches his attention, and despite his âno settling downâ policy, he can't resist her. But all of the attraction in the world won't be enough to overcome Kate's pastâ¦
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Victoria James is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance.
Victoria always knew she wanted to be a writer and in grade five, she penned her first story, bound it (with staples and a cardboard cover) and did all the illustrations herself. Luckily, this book will never see the light of day again.
In high school she fell in love with historical romance and then contemporary romance. After graduating University with an English Literature degree, Victoria pursued a degree in Interior Design and then opened her own business. After her first child, Victoria knew it was time to fulfill her dream of writing romantic fiction.
Victoria is a hopeless romantic who is living her dream, penning happily-ever-after's for her characters in between managing kids and the family business. Writing on a laptop in the middle of the country in a rambling old Victorian house would be ideal, but she's quite content living in suburbia with her husband, their two young children, and very bad cat.
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She turned her face up to his, her lips reaching for him. He cupped her face gently with his hands and proceeded to kiss her thoroughly, deeply, until neither of them had the desire to speak. The emotions she evoked in him were like nothing heâd ever experienced. The first night heâd met her at the bar heâd wanted to go to bed with her. Heâd had an insane attraction to her, found her gorgeous and drop-dead sexy, and now he wanted her even more, was even more
attracted. Except now he also wanted to wake up with her, wanted to know every part of her.
Matt kissed her until she couldnât stand on her own. Her knees wobbled. He picked her up, sat her on the counter, and stood between her legs. Everything became hotter, fast.
Their hands bumped into each other, competing for access, and he let her win as she pulled his shirt off. He lifted her and walked with her legs wrapped around his waist into his bedroom.
âYouâre not carrying me.â He didnât feel like pointing out that she made no attempt to disengage herself.
âI am, because I donât want you to let go.â
âWell, itâs not very smart, because of your leg injury.â
âSex rule number one? Donât remind a guy about any inadequacies.â
She laughed softly and leaned forward to kiss his neck. âWe both know your ego isnât that fragile. Maybe you should use a cane.â
He dropped her on the bed, both of them laughing. He followed her down only to have her wrestle him underneath her. She straddled him, out of breath. When he made eye contact with her, the humor was gone, something changing in her expression. His room was dark, but the faint glow of light from the hallway streamed through, enough that he could make out every expression, every flicker in her eyes. She leaned down, took his hands off her waist, and placed them beside his head. She didnât break his stare.
There was a look in her eyes, something other than desire. The room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing. He waited, knowing she needed to make the next move, knowing this wasnât going to be like anything heâd ever experienced. God, heâd wait forever, even if it killed him. She sat there, on top of him, and he sensed he was being evaluated, tried for some crime he had or hadnât committed.
He tried to figure her out, as heâd done countless times before, studying her unreadable expression. After another minute he slowly lowered his hands to grasp her thighs, feeling the heat through the soft denim. He didnât say a word as he grasped the edge of her sweater and she lowered her head as he lifted it off and tossed it to the floor. His gaze roamed over her bared torso appreciatively, taking in the full breasts, the black lace bra.
With self-control he hadnât known he possessed, he kept his hands on her waist, her soft, pale skin a contrast to his. Her eyes were still on him, like she was expecting something. He knew her guard hadnât come down yet. He didnât have her trust yet. And he knew she wasnât waiting for words. Whatever darkness Kate had, whatever wounds, he knew they wouldnât be healed by some compliments. He knew that what she needed from him wasnât words.