Everyone has secrets, and some will kill to keep them buriedâ¦
It started with a break-in. And though normally wedding dress designer Cassidy Tate could have handled it, having Tucker Buchananâs strong arms, quick wits and great dog as backup was reassuring! The former army engineer turned architect was the perfect guy in an emergencyâand the fact that he was willing to pick up the pieces was even more appealing.
Because it turned out it wasnât a simple robbery. Someone was after something in the shop Cassidy and her fellow bridal boutique owners shared. Now Tucker didnât want to let Cassidy out of his sight. But was that to protect herâor claim her for his own?
Who was this woman?
Drawing back, he stared down at her, dazzled by the fierce urgency that had consumed them, locking them in a moment rife with power and need.
A witchy little smile tinged those bee-stung lips. âYou look surprised, Lancelot.â
âLancelot?â
That smile broadened as she cocked her head. âYou were the one with the white-knight complex this morning.â
âIâm not feeling very pure and honorable at the moment.â
âThat makes two of us.â Her temptressâs smile shifted, gentled, as she released her hold on his waist. âBut it doesnât change the fact we donât know each other very well.â
He knew he stared, unable to look away from the vivid, bright woman standing before him. But he also knew she had secrets.
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in the Dangerous in Dallas miniseriesâ Dangerous in Dallas: Danger and desire fill the hot Texas nightsâ¦
Dear Reader,
Have you ever heard the history of a place and it got you thinking? After working in Dallasâs Design District I knew I needed to set a book there.
For the longest time the area was home to many warehouses, then a few decades ago the design community overtook the space, resulting in a series of interesting galleries and wholesale shops.
About five years ago, the area went through another renaissance and in that short time has become one of the cityâs crown jewels. Trendy and full of residential and business development, the area has remained bohemian enough to be interesting yet trendy enough to attract young entrepreneurs.
And thatâs where we find my heroine, Cassidy Tate, wedding dress designer and part-owner of Elegance and Lace with her two best friends. Unbeknownst to them, there is a secret hidden in the floor of their shop. Fortunately, theyâve got some rather attractive neighborsâex-military men who have an architectural firm in the same neighborhoodâwho are more than willing to help them figure out what it is.
I love the adventures my imagination takes me on when Iâm writing a book, and it took me on a whopper with this one. I hope youâll join me on the adventure and forgive my flight of fancyâand creative licenseâwhen I happened upon an idea about the British crown jewels. Iâd like to think the Queen Mum would approve.
Best,
Addison Fox
ADDISON FOX is a Philadelphia girl transplanted to Dallas, Texas. Although her similarities to Grace Kelly stop at sharing the same place of birth, sheâs often dreamed of marrying a prince and living along the Mediterranean.
In the meantime, sheâs more than happy penning romance novels about two strong-willed and exciting people who deserve their happy-ever-afterâafter she makes them work so hard for it, of course. When sheâs not writing, she can be found spending time with family and friends, reading or enjoying a glass of wine.
Find out more about Addison or contact her at her websiteâaddisonfox.comâor catch up with her on Facebook (addisonfoxauthor) and Twitter (@addisonfox).
For Girlfriends.
One of lifeâs truest joys.
Chapter 1
Tucker Buchanan heard the scream as he moved into the last quarter mile of his run, his boxer, Bailey, beside him. Heâd always shunned earphones, favoring the subtle din of early-morning ambient noise and abstractly solving quadratic equations in his head. The run both soothed and invigorated him and he was rigid in keeping this time to himself each day, even if the incessant solving of formulas only proved his geeky beginnings.
While his business partner would suggest he was still a geek, he knew damn well an early-morning scream of terror definitely did not solve for x, y or z.
Years of training kicked in and with a glance, in unison with Baileyâs, they both ran harder in the direction of the noise. As a second scream echoed through the warm, hazy Dallas dawn his gaze narrowed in on the only shop lights visible in a nearby row of storefronts.
Slim shoulders that still balanced a large tote bag and an oversize purse stood quaking as he closed the last few feet down Dragon Street. âMiss!â