DEATHBLOW (Broslin Creek #4) by Dana Marton

A brand new fast-paced romantic suspense from New York Times Bestselling Author Dana Marton. Fans of Linda Howard and Catherine Coulter will love this tightly plotted suspense that’s intricately interwoven with a touching romance.

–Deathblow begins at Mach 2 with a heart-stopping plunge off a bridge while the hero is handcuffed in the back of a police cruiser. Then, it gets complicated.

Joe and Wendy are a “movie of the week” couple – a football hero turned small town cop, and a single mom – tossed together with a lot of sex appeal and charisma. Dana Marton takes these basic components for a happy-ever-after and turns the story on its head. Hiding out in Broslin, PA was working pretty well for Wendy Belle until Cop Casanova took her under his protection. While Joe is trying to find and corral Wendy’s wild-cannon, abusive ex-boyfriend, he’s also working undercover to expose a dirty cop. And he’s hunting the murderer of an old friend. Not only are these three threads intertwined, each one leads to other mysteries that also weave in and out of the main stories.

Deathblow, the latest entry in Dana Marton’s Broslin Series, is impressive twice over – the mystery/suspense is marvelously complex while the romance is funny, endearing, and rich.

SKU: B00HBRHD5K Categories: Romance, Romantic Comedy Tag: Dana Marton

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She was in Philly, heading back into the Ritz Carlton to have concierge call her a cab when Joe Kessler walked out, the after-party still in full swing in the Grand Ballroom behind him. Glittery models, industry people, and paparazzi filled the place, including the foyer and the hallways.
In a sharp tux, he looked good enough for the runway. No, not the runway. He had those wide shoulders, that easy cop walk of his, that athlete’s body. He looked good enough for a spy-thriller blockbuster. The zing she’d felt the first time they’d met was still there, which annoyed the living daylights out of her.
“Can I give you a ride home?” He had a smile that should have been on billboards. Lips that put sinful thoughts into a woman’s mind. A playful glint in his eyes that a person should simply turn away from unless heartache was her hobby.
She put on her coolest, most unaffected model expression. “I’m not going to sleep with you.” Her life was plenty complicated already.
“There’s always next season.”
“Is that some clever football expression?”
He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked her over, took his time, missing no detail of her floor-length gown, not the slit over her thigh or the neckline’s dangerously low dip. His gaze had a life of its own, leaving tingles on her skin.
A cocky smile flickered over his masculine lips. “Odd how sex is the first thing you think of when you look at me.”