Blake said, his voice rough.
âThis is crazy,â she sighed.
âWe have to make people believe Iâm the only man in the world you want.â
âI think youâre taking this a little far,â she said, but slipped her arms around his neck just the same.
He wanted a convincing performance, so sheâd give him one. âJust donât expect a declaration of love, Detective.â
She sucked in a sharp breath when his warm lips skirted along her jaw to her throat. She tipped her head back, not because what he was doing felt wonderfully delicious, but to provide a convincing performance.
Uh-huh. Sure, her conscience taunted.
Ronnie gave in to the desire by pressing her fingers against the back of his neck, urging his mouth over hers. He tasted sweet, hard and hot. She never wanted it to end.
âConvincing enough for you?â she asked, surprised by the strength in her voice.
âYeah,â he muttered with roughness in his tone. âPlenty.â
âGood.â She lifted her chin a notch and hoped for a satisfied expression. But stepping around him, she felt anything but pleased, wishing like the devil for an icy shower.
Dear Reader,
Every so often a secondary character emerges that catches a writerâs eye, and detective Blake Hammond was one such character. I met Blake when I was writing Flirting with Danger (#708), and for two years he sat in the back of my mind just waiting for the right woman to come along. When sassy DEA Agent Veronica Carmichael appeared, we both knew she was âthe one.â
This is one story that couldnât have been told without the assistance of a few important people. Iâd like to offer a very special thank-you to Officer Darrell Drouin of the East Hartford Police Department for answering all of my questions on jurisdiction and interdepartmental procedures. A big thank-you to the Renville County Sheriffâs Department, and especially to Renville County Deputy Sheriff Marlyn Eklund who always offers a smile when answering even my most bizarre âwhat ifâ questions as they relate to inner workings of the criminal element. You guys are the best!
Iâd love to hear what you think of Blake and Veronicaâs romance. You can write to me by e-mail at [email protected] or to P.O. Box 224, Mohall, ND 58761.
Warmest regards,
Jamie Denton
HARLEQUIN TEMPTATION
708âFLIRTING WITH DANGER
748âTHE SEDUCTION OF SYDNEY
767âVALENTINE FANTASY
793âRULES OF ENGAGEMENT
797âBREAKING THE RULES
HARLEQUIN BLAZE
10âSLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY
For Kane, Katelyn and Jadyn
This one is for you my little angels.
EXHAUSTED, Detective Blake Hammond dropped into the worn leather chair, leaned back and propped his polished brown loafers on the edge of the gray metal desk. He glanced at the clock hanging on the far wall and managed a tired grin, anxious to wrap up the long unproductive night of surveillance. In less than twelve hours heâd be on a 747 to the Hawaiian Islands. The most strenuous item on his agenda consisted of downing a variety of fruity rum drinks, while appreciating the view of sunbathing beauties intent on deepening their tans under the warm tropical sunshine.
Life was good, and bound to be an improvement over the last month, which had been filled with long hours that hadnât garnered a solid arrest. For the past two weeks, heâd been convinced the lead from a snitch was a dead end. A series of robberies in Los Angelesâs high-rent district had the lieutenant demanding a bust, but so far, Blake and his new partner, Lucas Stone, had turned up nothing. The robberies were clean, no forced entry and not a single print or scrap of evidence left by the perps.
âYou donât have to gloat, Hammond.â Luke tossed a thin file near Blakeâs feet. âItâs depressing to the rest of us grunts left behind to deal with the criminal element.â
âIâve earned the right to gloat,â Blake said with a chuckle, swinging his feet to the floor. âI havenât had a vacation in over three years. For the next fourteen days the only surveillance Iâm planning has to do with curvy, suntanned, string-bikini-clad bodies glistening with coconut-scented oil.â
Luke dropped into the chair behind the desk adjacent to Blakeâs. âGreat,â he grumbled, reaching for the phone after shoving a lock of sandy-brown hair off his forehead. âIâm stuck partnering that blowhard bore, Pearson, while youâre scoping beach-bound Bettys. Thereâs just something unfair about that.â
âYou know what they say about life being fair,â Blake said without an ounce of remorse, glancing up as Lieutenant Forbes came out of his office.
âHammond. A minute,â Forbes barked. His salt-and-pepper eyebrows were pulled into a heavy frown Blake was certain didnât bode well.
Blake shot a look in his partnerâs direction. Luke shrugged and punched numbers into the telephone keypad.