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About the author:
Eve Kincaid is a lapsed lawyer who decided that fictional crime was more fun than the real deal. When she’s not writing about mysterious women and the men who love them, she’s probably shopping for books, lipstick, or imported cheeses to complement a nice California pinot noir.
What inspired you to write your book?
Noir movies and books. And a lot of margaritas.
Here is a short sample from the book:
She hadn’t heard him returning, but when she turned around, there he was. All of him.
Well not all of him. A few parts were still covered by the towel.
But the rest…oh dear Lord.
She’d known Gabe was strong, both by the way his clothes fit and the controlled way he moved. She hadn’t imagined that each muscle was so defined he looked like he’d been sculpted with knives.
Tattoos covered his right arm. It wasn’t the full-color sleeve she often saw. Instead, his brown skin peeked out between sharp lines and powerful curves drawn in black ink. The tattoos looked both primitive and like an artist’s sketch, and she longed to study them.
Droplets of water clung to his skin. She pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth, fighting the almost overwhelming desire to lick those drops and learn what he tasted like.
There he stood, looking like a filthy god draped in a towel, and she wore flannel pajamas covered in ducks. They really weren’t on even footing at that moment.