He wanted to be caught in a compromising position
Untangling her fingers from the mahogany silk of Coleâs hair, Tori flattened her palms against his massive chest and forced herself to breathe.
Though he still had her perched on the desk, Cole, too, was making a visible effort to slow his breathing and ease his grip on her. He peppered her face with tiny kisses, drawing out the last sparks of her combustible reaction to him.
He wanted something from her. But why?
Tori sorted her thoughts and calculated possibilities, trying to regain the upper hand, which she feared sheâd lost for good. She raised an eyebrow and challenged his high-handed behavior. âI donât know what kind of gameââ
âBelieve me, sweetheart, this is no game.â His deep voice dropped back to a whisper for her ears alone. He smoothed his palms up and down the bare expanse of her upper arms, raising goose bumps and placating her for the benefit of the witnesses behind her. He brushed the warning against her ear under the guise of yet another kiss. âFollow my lead and weâll both walk out of here.â
Toriâs entire body went rigid with protest. âYou want me to pretendâ?â
âAnd I expect you to be a very good actress.â
Julie Miller attributes her passion for writing romance to all those fairy tales she read growing up, and to shyness. Encouragement from her family to write down all those feelings she couldnât express became a love for the written word. She gets continued support from her fellow members of the Prairieland Romance Writers, where she serves as the resident âgrammar goddess.â This award-winning author and teacher has published several paranormal romances. Inspired by the likes of Agatha Christie and Encyclopedia Brown, Julie believes the only thing better than a good mystery is a good romance.
Born and raised in Missouri, she now lives in Nebraska with her husband, son and smiling guard dog, Maxie. Write to Julie at P.O. Box 5162, Grand Island, NE 68802-5162.
Cole TaylorâHe was once the finest that the KCPD had to offer. But two years under deep cover is enough to break any man. Heâs lost his soul to death and lies.
Victoria âTorieâ WestinâSheâs been assigned an impossible missionâone where sheâll have to choose between her life or her heartâ¦and might very well lose both.
Jericho MeadeâAn aging, ailing crime lord. A lot of people are vying to take over his position in Kansas City. And someone doesnât want to wait until he dies of natural causes.
Chad MeadeâJerichoâs nephew and the #1 candidate for his uncleâs position in the family business.
Daniel MeadeâA haunting memory? Or a very real threat?
Paulie MeredithâMeadeâs right hand since their early days on the streets.
Lana ShepherdâSheâs the mastermind behind Meadeâs criminal campaigns. But she has a bad track record with men.
Aaron PolakisâNot your typical butler.
Backer and BradyâWho are those guys, anyway?
LancelotâA mystery man with a grudge against the Meades.
A. J. RodriguezâColeâs former partner on the police force.
The Taylor ClanâSomeoneâs out to get them. Theyâve banded together time and again to protect each other in times of crisis. But this time they may not be able to save one of their own.
In memory of Margaret Miller.
With special thanks to the gang on the CODE NAME: INTRIGUE discussion loop at .
I appreciate your enthusiasm for Intrigue, your support for the authors and each other, your insightful ideas and all the fun we have hanging out together.
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Epilogue
âOne should be all dead when one is half deadâ¦â
Edgar Lee MastersâSPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY
Amazing what kind of dull, dreary errands a sixteen-year-old boy with a new license would run with his grandmother, so long as the opportunity to drive was involved.
Martha Taylor grinned, taking good care to keep her amusement out of sight behind the muscular shoulders of her newly adopted grandson. Already theyâd been to the cleanerâs, the post office, and now the grocery store without a single complaint about boredom or getting up early on a summer vacation morning. Sheâd gone through this same spate of volunteerism with all six of her boys, starting more than two decades ago. Some things never changed.
A young manâs appetite didnât change, either, she noted, following Alexis Pitsaeli Taylor as he pushed the shopping cart across the parking lot to her teal van. Heâd already dug into the sacks and opened a box of cream-filled cupcakes. The first one had disappeared in two bites and now he was working on his second.
âLetâs put the sacks in the back, Alex.â Martha opened her new straw purse and fished out her key ring to unlock the doors for him. But he already had his shiny new keysâa spare set copied and given to him by his grandfatherâin hand and had pushed the unlock button. She halted a step as he lifted the hatchback and started unloading the cart. He paused just long enough to pop the last of the cupcake into his mouth. Martha grinned. âI think weâd better go home and get some lunch before all these groceries disappear into that bottomless pit you call a stomach.â