I received the new cover for Torn this week. It will soon be re-released by The Wild Rose Press, but for now enjoy this little refresher.
After Agent Shane Baxter’s last mission failed both professionally and personally, he fled the States and changed his name. When Dixie Peterson re-enters his life, he has a second chance to make things right. Dixie is determined to find out the truth about Shane’s departure from her life two years ago, but someone else from her past is seeking revenge. Shane and Dixie are forced to confront the past, while their future is still unclear.
I would recommend this book to anyone looking for a good mystery with some romance thrown in. I found myself really into this story and I think you will too. - Reviews By Crystal
A whirl-wind, cloak-and-dagger, romantic suspense that will keep you reading to the end - Midnight Magic Reviews
A surprise at the turn of every page - Sizzling Hot Books
Sheets rustled. “You have to go.”
Shane Baxter opened one eye and stared into the dark bedroom. “Time is it?”
Dixie Peterson, who was spooned against his groin, lifted her head off the bed just enough to check the alarm clock on the nightstand. “’S three,” she mumbled and burrowed herself back into her pillow.
He took a moment to appreciate her body with the arm that had been draped lazily over her hip. Slowly massaging his way up her stomach and into the warm crevice between her breasts, she hummed, which Shane took as an invitation. His body hardened in response, but when he began nibbling the back of her neck, a warning dispelled the mood. “Shane.”
He stopped what he was doing and pulled her back against him. He recognized her admonition for what it was: a reality check. Their attraction to each other had been evident from the very beginning, but their current situation was…difficult. He had never before spent the night in her bed. This morning was a reckless treat he wasn’t about to let go to waste.
As if reading his mind, Dixie slid away from him and swung her legs off the side of the bed. Shane propped his head up and admired her soft feminine lines as she stretched. Her short blonde bob accentuated her long graceful neck. The soft glow of the alarm clock illuminated her firm, flawless skin.
She slanted him a look over her shoulder. “You’d better stop looking at me like that or neither one of us is getting out of this bed.” Her sleepy voice was a sensual whisper that aroused him even more.
Quick as a snake, Shane snagged her around the waist, threw her on her back, and rolled on top of her. She let out a yelp.
“Shhh.” His warning sent them both into a fit of giggles.
After they sobered, he pressed a kiss to her warm neck. “Do you want a ride to school?”
Dixie closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, they were distant. As if a dark cloud had passed over their happy moment. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
Her fingers danced along the long scar that split his bottom lip and ran down his chin. He longed to tell her how he came about the unusual mark, but that would invite questions about his past. A past he was not ready, or willing, to involve her in.
He brushed a stray hair off of Dixie’s forehead and gazed into her lavender eyes. They’d been together six months, and already he was falling for her in ways he’d never expected. By silent mutual understanding, their relationship remained light and fun. They both knew it couldn’t go anywhere.
“I have to go,” he whispered, almost inaudible.
She nodded, a faint smile played on her lips. He leaned forward to kiss her goodbye. The quick peck became urgent when she reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his length. He bit back a groan as she raised her hips to guide him into her.
A faint sound coming from the hallway just outside Dixie’s bedroom door made them both freeze.
“Lily!” Dixie mouthed.
Shane rolled off the bed, silently locating most of his clothes and shoes. Not bothering with his shirt, he yanked on his jeans and allowed himself one last look at Dixie before he slipped out of the window. Her hair still mussed as she pressed her ear to the bedroom door. He caught her eye before climbing down the oak tree and into the dawn.