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About the author:
A romantic-suspense writer, my novels overflow with romance, mystery, suspense, and of course, tragedy. After all, what would a great story be without a tragic event setting the stage? My sensual and gripping romantic mysteries have earned bestseller status on three continents because of their ability to make readers love, laugh, cry, gasp, and hope.
What inspired you to write your book?
I love a story that has a sexy hero who sweeps the heroine off her feet, and yet, has a mystery or suspense factor that I can sink my teeth into. I love a real man, who’s not a pushover, and yet loves his woman with everything he is: heart and soul. Some readers accuse my male protagonist of being controlling. While I still don’t see that, I believe that the reasons a few women hate Jordan are the reasons why all the other women love him. And why I frequently get asked: “Where can I get me a Jordan?”
Here is a short sample from the book:
Once inside, Jordan locked the deadbolt behind them. The latch clicked loudly into place, making her jump. What had she done? Could she really trust him?
Jordan took her hand and led her to the sofa, pulling her down beside him. Her heart started beating out an uncontrollable rhythm. Dear God, she prayed silently, please don’t let him hurt me. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her physically; it was the mental agony she couldn’t handle.
Gathering her other hand in his, he gazed into her eyes. “Jaynee,” he started then stopped. His lips curved up. “Jaynee and Jordan, it resonates similar to characters in a story, doesn’t it?”
His smile was wonderful, too good to be true. He didn’t sound like a Marine or a cop. He looked every bit the tough guy but was a hundred percent gentleman and romantic simultaneously. Although her heart continued to race in her chest, it wasn’t out of nervousness anymore, but anticipation.
She felt a flush crawl over her cheeks. “Yes, it does.” She glanced at her hands clasped between his.
He released her hands and brushed away the bangs draping over her eyes, then lowered his hands to her waist and pulled her closer. “Where were we?” he drawled. His mouth moved back over hers, soft, warm, inviting.
Jaynee melted under Jordan’s touch, wondering how this man had escaped every other woman. His tongue slid across her lips, parting them, then slowly circled her tongue. Electricity soared through her under his embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer. His lips were urgent, making her want more. She lowered her hands to his chest and began to unbutton his shirt.
Unexpectedly, he moved his hands from around her waist and gathered both of her wrists. He pulled her hands to his chest, effectively stopping her progress. Her mind raced, had she done something wrong?
Jordan’s lips slowed as his mouth progressed the line of her jaw to her ear. “Not tonight, my love,” he whispered through delicate kisses. “Not until you can give me all of you, heart and soul.” He pulled her closer and caressed her hair. His warm breath saturated her neck, sending chills down her spine.
The emotions that raged through her were terrifying. Giving away her body was easy; she couldn’t give up her heart. Never again. Why was he doing this to her?