Captivating Witness
Passion and peril collide as a detective – and the witness he's protecting – come under fireAll formerly footloose waitress Reggie Frost wants is to show her family that she’s ready to put down roots. But her plans are derailed when she ends up at the wrong place at the wrong time. Now witness to a murder, Reggie has become a killer’s next target…Undercover detective Brayden Maxwell is consumed by a quest to bring his father’s murderer to justice. Enforcing the law is personal, but so is his need to protect Reggie from the criminal tracking her every move. Stubborn and sexy, she’s a complication he didn’t expect. As they join forces, their attraction is unstoppable, but will it compromise his mission and her life?
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Passion and peril collide as a detective and the witness heâs protecting come under fire
All formerly footloose waitress Reggie Frost wants is to show her family that sheâs ready to put down roots. But her plans are derailed when she ends up at the wrong place at the wrong time. Now witness to a murder, Reggie has become a killerâs next target...
Undercover detective Brayden Maxwell is consumed by a quest to bring his fatherâs murderer to justice. Enforcing the law is personal, but so is his need to protect Reggie from the criminal tracking her every move. Stubborn and sexy, sheâs a complication he didnât expect. As they join forces, their attraction is unstoppable, but will it compromise his mission and her life?
A small smile tipped up Braydenâs lips, but his eyes narrowed.
âYouâre not crazy. You were in a stressful situation. Are in one. Iâd rather have skipped the nighttime jog through the woods, but I get why you ran. No need to apologize.â
âIâm still sorry,â she replied.
âWell, then. Youâre forgiven.â
âThanks.â
He stared down at her for several long moments, his face unreadable. What was going through his head? Reggie thought maybe he wanted to add something else. His mouth twitched as though he was holding back. And she had a strange urge to coax whatever it was out of him. To reach up and touch his cheek and tell him he could share whatever he wanted to share, and it would be just fine with her.
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Undercover Justice: Four brothers-in-arms on a mission for justice...
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One of the things I was really excited to do in this brand-new series was to create a fantastic contrast between its warm, community-minded setting and its seedy underworld. I loved the idea of creating a bustling town that canât help but have interconnected characters who all know each otherâs business while also being blissfully unaware that thereâs a snake among them.
So welcome to Whispering Woods, a fictional town in Oregon. Nestled in the mountains, it was once a thriving forestry community. Now, though, it relies on tourism to keep its year-round residents afloat. Well. Tourism. And (of course) a criminal mastermind.
I hope you enjoy your stay!
(Skiers, hikers and murder, oh my...)
Melinda
Amazon bestselling author MELINDA DI LORENZO writes in her spare timeâat soccer practices, when she should be doing laundry and in place of sleep. She lives on the beautiful west coast of British Columbia, Canada, with her handsome husband and her noisy kids. When sheâs not writing, she can be found curled up with (someone elseâs) good book.
For my husband.
I could dedicate a thousand books to you, and it would still never be enough.
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The four boys stood in an awkward square, no one quite daring to make the first move, no one quite willing to speak.
Brayden Maxwell, who knew he was already the quietest of the bunch, couldnât force even a single word. He just shifted from foot to foot, wishing he could get out of the monkey suit his mother had forced him to wear, lock himself in his bedroom and pound away on his drums. Problem was, earlier that week, the repo guys had come by and taken the drum kit. The TV and the new kitchen table, too, though the drums were the part that mattered most to Brayden. Theyâd been a gift from his dad. The last thing given to him before the always-laughing, always-joking, always-in-your-face man had died in the line of duty.
It was crap. Even at fifteen years old, Brayden could feel the unjustness of the situation. Three cops dead. Four kidsâhim and his little brother includedâwithout fathers. No one to play catch with, no one to wink at and point out the pretty girls with.
No one to pay the damned bills.
He winced, thinking his mom wouldnât appreciate his use of the word damned, even in his own head. Those kinds of things were important to her. Swearing, cheating and lying. All high on the mom list of punishable offences. Except right now...dropping a mental damned was the least of Braydenâs worries.
A year had gone by since the deaths of their fathers, and the man whoâd done it all was getting off without a day served in prison.
It was why theyâd gathered together today. To hear the announcement as it was made public. To stand by their momsâwidows now, which seemed like a weird thing to call a bunch of women in their thirtiesâand watch as the infamous Freemont City Bomber walked out of the courthouse. It made no difference that his face was shielded from the cameras, his identity undisclosed because of his age. It was obvious what would happen. Heâd return to his everyday life, while things for them would never be the same.
