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When Tatum’s daydreams of murder become a reality, all fingers point to her.
In Tatum Wood’s opinion, murdering her boss on a daily basis within the safety of her thoughts is better than therapy. Until he takes a swan dive off a building and all evidence points to her. Thank goodness she has Franklin Reed. Her mysterious, overprotective and drop-dead gorgeous coworker is all too eager to play hero. With two attacks in her building and her stalker with a penchant for roses, Franklin’s injection into her life couldn’t have come at a better time.
As Tatum and Franklin scramble to discover who’s behind the murder, secrets are unearthed that question his motives…as well as his identity.
Enjoy an excerpt:
“I’ll be in touch, Miss Wood.” He handed the bag containing my bloody clothes to another officer. The familiar ding of the elevator resonated through the hall. When Franklin stepped through the doors, escorted by a bald, stalky officer, my shield of numb lifted and like I’d been tossed in a tub of icy water, a brisk dose of reality drowned me in emotion that somehow, until that point, I’d held at bay.
The men around me blurred, all but Franklin. After a brief word with Detective Waters, he pushed through the field of blue and stormed toward me. I couldn’t peel my eyes from him. I could hear nothing but my own heartbeat, see nothing but Franklin Reed. Then, he whisked me into my home, the door slammed behind me, and rock solid arms wrapped around my middle.
“Tate. Are you okay? Shit. I was going insane downstairs. Police, ambulances.” He stopped talking and held me tighter.
It was then that I started to shake and allowed tears to fall. I dropped to my knees and let the dam burst. Franklin followed me to the floor and cradled me. I don’t know how long we sat there or if he spoke. I did know, with Franklin Reed holding the pieces of me together, I could survive anything.
About the Author:
Krissy is a full time writer, an avid reader, and lover of all things romance.
Growing up surrounded by the great outdoors, her childhood was full of adventure that fueled an overactive imagination and ignited a passion for storytelling. Whether it be dolls, or running free through the wooded areas surrounding her home, playtime always included a tormented villain, a damsel in distress and a larger than life hero.
After relentless encouragement from friends and family, she finally put the characters in her head to pen and paper. The only thing she loves more than curling up with a steamy romance novel, is cozying up to her desk and writing her own sexy adventures to share with others.