Since Private Deceptions is coming out as a trade paperback in a couple days, I thought it only fitting to include a snippet from Private Property. My first published book and the beginning of my career as a published author. The beginning of the Hauberk series.
[W]hen a branch snapped behind the van, interrupting her pity fest, she grabbed her gun from the console and headed to the driver’s seat. There was no way she was going to sit here as a witless target.
“Jodi? Open up, babe, it’s me,” Mark whispered through the back panel.
Excitement flared in her chest at the sound of his voice. When she realized her heart was racing just from hearing his voice, she silently cursed herself for acting like a bookworm with a serious
crush on the quarterback.
“Jodi?” Mark said, a little louder this time. “You okay in there?”
She thumbed on the safety of the Glock and, after taking a deep breath, opened the door. A glance around showed no sign of his Humvee—he must have parked it farther down the road and walked up.
“You could have phoned to say you were coming in. I might have shot you.” In the groin.
The van dipped when he stepped up into it. His six-foot-two-inch frame filling the narrow confines, he gently closed the door so it wouldn’t give away their position. The dragon tattoo on his biceps flexed as he placed a knapsack on the console beside the surveillance equipment. Muscles rippled beneath the Celada Security logo emblazoned across the chest of his black T-shirt. Muscles she’d felt flex beneath her palms the night before.
Her fingers itched to run themselves through the thick crop of black hair in his Marine high-and-tight. Normally she didn’t go for guys with short hair, but that glistening four-inch-wide pelt reminded her of a mink coat she wanted wrapped around her body. Between her legs.
Get over that desire real fast, she told her fingers. “You’re late.”
“Got stuck at the lawyers’. There—” He stopped as his eyes adjusted to the gloom, reminding her of what she was—or rather, wasn’t—wearing.
Every cell in her body went on high alert, trembled with need and expectation as if he’d touched her wherever he looked.
His grin widened and his chocolate brown eyes glinted. “Is a sports bra and thong the latest fashion for surveillance?”
Jodi flipped him the bird while she searched for the T-shirt she’d discarded.
“It was hot. I stripped down. So bite me,” she said, though without the rancor she’d intended.
“Anything you say, babe.” He pulled her against him and nipped at her earlobe. “But I fully approve of your outfit. Think I should make it part of the dress code.”
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