Worth The Risk
From the Police Blotter…betrayal, corruption and passion!Missing: Tamara Billings, famous marriage counselor. Whereabouts unknown. Suspected kidnapped!Investigator: PI Sam Potter. Dedicated to his job. His number one rule? Not to get involved with clients. Emotionally detached after past failure on the job. Consummate protector, lifesaver, incredible kisser.His Only Lead: Meredith Jamison, the victim's beautiful, brainy, gutsy sister.Investigation So Far: Racing against time, Sam and Meredith have been chased, shot at, ambushed, spied on. Both must risk their lives—and their hearts—to save Tamara.Bulletin! Case complicated by Sam and Meredith's unexpected attraction!
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From the Police Blotterâ¦betrayal, corruption and passion!
Missing: Tamara Billings, famous marriage counselor. Whereabouts unknown. Suspected kidnapped!
Investigator: PI Sam Potter. Dedicated to his job. His number one rule? Not to get involved with clients. Emotionally detached after past failure on the job. Consummate protector, lifesaver, incredible kisser.
His Only Lead: Meredith Jamison, the victimâs beautiful, brainy, gutsy sister.
Investigation So Far: Racing against time, Sam and Meredith have been chased, shot at, ambushed, spied on. Both must risk their livesâand their heartsâto save Tamara.
Bulletin! Case complicated by Sam and Meredithâs unexpected attraction!
âIf Iâm scared, I face it so I can move forward. When following leads, I make note of every single detail in hopes that one of them will go somewhere. Because all I need is one. And the emotional detachment⦠I fight every natural urge.â
âDoes it work?â
The question hung between them, weighted and dangerous. Sam knew that if he answered with a reference to his past, heâd be giving something away. If he answered in the moment⦠Well. He might give away even more.
âNot always,â he said, carefully neutral.
Meredith didnât let him get away with it. âAnd what would happen if it didnât work?â
âIt would make the job harder. Riskier. Because hearts are at stake as well as lives.â
âHas it happened to you?â
Those green eyes of hers held him, and he knew he couldnât lie, even if he wanted to. âOnce before.â He reached up to smooth back a strand of her blond hair. âAnd now once again.â
A blush crept up her throat. âIs it worth it? Risking your heart?â
âYou tell me.â
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The inspiration for the opening scene of Worth the Risk came from my own life. I was lying in bed, not quite awakeâon one of those rare mornings when my kids let me sleep past 7:00 a.m.âwhen a knock came on my front door. I debated whether or not to answer it, mostly because I dreaded getting out of my cozy blankets. Of course, in the end, I couldnât ignore it. I worried that it might be something or someone important. I answered, and it was just a kid from a local business, dropping off flyers.
As I crawled back into bed after, my imagination started building an alternate scenario for who could have been at the door. A mysterious figure? The bearer of bad news? And from that, private investigator Samuel Potter was bornâ¦
I hope you enjoy the twists of Worth the Risk, which all starts with an unexpected knock on Meredith Jamisonâs front door.
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.
To my family, who accompany me
on every journey.
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Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz-buzz-buzz.
The insistent vibration so closely matched the one in Meredith Jamisonâs head that she didnât immediately recognize that the two things were separate.
âUgh,â she groaned and rolled over on the couch.
The couch.
Why was she sleeping there? She had a perfectly comfortable mattress just one room away.
Right, she remembered. Wine.
The market research company where she temped had just landed a big client and sheâd let herself be talked into celebrating. The third glass had led to a cab home, which led to the couch. Then the dull throb in her head. Thank God her tiny apartment in Bowerville, Washingtonâa small city outside of Seattleâdidnât have an east-facing window. Sunlight wouldâve killed her.
âUgh,â Meredith said again.
She worked to extract herself from sleep mode, but it still took her a few more seconds to clue in that the incessant buzzing wasnât random. It was her phone, lodged somewhere between her uncooperative body and the lumpy cushions. She longed to block out the sound with a pillow. But there was no pillow. Because she wasnât in her bed.
Dammit.
Meredith eased herself to a sitting position, shoved the lingering vestiges of her hangover to the back of her foggy mind and pushed a hand into the couch. Several forceful digs put the phone within reach. She closed her fingers on the noisy little device and yanked it out, shooting it a dirty look as it stopped buzzing before she could answer it.
Her irritation only lasted as long as it took to scroll to the missed call.
