Marie-Nicole Ryan is an award-winning author, and most of the time she writes contemporary romantic suspense. On occasion she’s been known to go to the dark side with an erotic historical western. She grew up in Western Kentucky, but moved to Nashville where she lived for several decades. Recently she came back to her roots and is once again living about ten miles from where she grew up. She lives with one very spoiled wonder sheltie by the name of Cassie.
LOVE ME IF YOU CAN, Marie-Nicole Ryan
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Blurb:
Nashville sizzles in the summer. No wonder Tess and Scott combust.
Nashville Homicide Detective Tess O’Malley has a lot to prove. She comes from a long line of police officers, including her father and older brothers. First she and her partner are taken off a high profile case and sidelined with a cold case instead. After reviewing the files, she’s certain her cold case is connected to the current one, and she sets out to prove it. Too bad it means locking horns with a handsome PI who could win her heart and derail her career.
Scott Holt is all business when it comes to running his family’s PI firm. When the lovely Detective O’Malley comes to question him about his possible involvement in her cold case, he has everything but business on his mind. Like locking lips with the fiery redhead.
Love Me If You Can, © 2010 Marie-Nicole Ryan
All rights reserved, The Wild Rose Press
Excerpt:
Tess took another bite of pizza, her silver gaze never leaving his. “You going to help me out or not? Forbes is your client, after all.” Her voice rose and, again, heads turned in their direction.
“Calm down. I’d like to live long enough to walk you home…and maybe get a good-night kiss.”
Taking a deep breath, she leaned back and signaled everything was cool. “You want to walk me home and kiss me good-night? How sweet.”
Her soft tone mocked him, but he didn’t care.
“Like we’re high school sweethearts.” She wrinkled her nose, but her eyes shone with moderate good humor.
“Would you rather I said what I was really thinking?”
Her lashes fluttered briefly, then she eyeballed him directly. “Maybe. Depends on what you were really thinking.”
He lowered his tone a notch. “About pressing you up against the wall and having my way with you.”
For a second, her gray eyes flashed silver.
Damn. He was a goner—as in, he’d gone too far. Said too much. Too soon.
She leaned forward. “I’ll have you know I don’t engage in up-against-the-wall, wild animal sex on the first date, not that this is even a date.” Her tone was matter-of-fact, but her cheeks flushed a pretty pink. Maybe he could still pull his nuts out of the fire before they went up in smoke.
“A guy can always hope,” he said, without a chance in the world she wouldn’t kick him to the curb. Or have one of her fellow officers do the honors.
“A guy can hold his breath…until he turns purple.”
“I can see I’ve put my foot in it. I’m sorry… But damn, the sight of your mouth. Your skin. Your eyes. Dammit. You’re driving me up a wall.”
“Another reference to the wall? Would that be the same wall?”
“Bad choice of words.”
1 comment:
Thanks for having me, Chris. With all that's going on in my life, I almost forgot this important date.
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