Title: Crash into Me
Author: L.A. Fiore
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Melissa Stevens, The Illustrated Author
Release Date: July 24, 2020
Blurb
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 know what
woke me, but then I heard the knock. Glancing at the clock, it was after three
in the morning. I climbed from bed, grabbed my gun and moved to the door.
Peeking out, Kade was standing there.
woke me, but then I heard the knock. Glancing at the clock, it was after three
in the morning. I climbed from bed, grabbed my gun and moved to the door.
Peeking out, Kade was standing there.
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.
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.
our conversation.” His voice was deceivingly soft.
“It didn’t seem like
we were having one.”
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.
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.”
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.”
Author Bio
LA Fiore is a hybrid author who believes in a happily ever
after, but she likes to make her readers work for it. When she’s not writing,
she can usually be found in the garden or hanging on the deck with her family
and friends. She lives in Bucks County, Pennsylvania with her husband and two
kids and their four fur babies.
after, but she likes to make her readers work for it. When she’s not writing,
she can usually be found in the garden or hanging on the deck with her family
and friends. She lives in Bucks County, Pennsylvania with her husband and two
kids and their four fur babies.
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