Silent
Night
By: C.J. Kyle
Releasing October 28th, 2014
Avon
Christmas,
Tennessee, is a town where no one locks their doors and the worst crime is a
stolen bicycle. Until the night blood is found…but there’s no body.
Police Chief Tucker Ambrose hopes it’s just a prank, but his years as a cop in Chicago tell him different. Then a body is discovered in the middle of the woods, staged with a bible, a crucifix, and a rosary… and Tucker knows something dark and sinister has arrived in his town.
Miranda Harley knows exactly what’s going on. In fact, she’s been tracking this serial killer, hoping to gather enough evidence to convict him. Trouble is, no one will believe her, not even the sexy police chief whose heated gazes promise nights of sin. But when Miranda falls into the crosshairs of a psychopath, Tucker must put aside his doubts and race to stop the killer from striking again.
Police Chief Tucker Ambrose hopes it’s just a prank, but his years as a cop in Chicago tell him different. Then a body is discovered in the middle of the woods, staged with a bible, a crucifix, and a rosary… and Tucker knows something dark and sinister has arrived in his town.
Miranda Harley knows exactly what’s going on. In fact, she’s been tracking this serial killer, hoping to gather enough evidence to convict him. Trouble is, no one will believe her, not even the sexy police chief whose heated gazes promise nights of sin. But when Miranda falls into the crosshairs of a psychopath, Tucker must put aside his doubts and race to stop the killer from striking again.
He waited for Lisa and Andy to disappear before forcing his body to move in the direction of the office. When he stopped in the doorway, Miranda looked up at him, her dark eyes glazed and watery.
“You’re
free to go. But not far—“
“Trust me.
I won’t be leaving until that bastard is behind bars.” She stood and draped her
purse across her body, holding the files close to her chest. “Good night,
Tucker.”
“You need
a ride back?”
“No
offense, but I think I’d prefer a walk.”
As she
passed Shannon at the reception desk, Tucker’s gaze drifted south to the tired
swagger of her derrière. He was exhausted. That was the only explanation for
where his mind was beginning to wander now. Hell, he didn’t even know if she’d
ever really been interested in him. For all he knew, she’d used him for his
badge.
He slid
behind the wheel of the cruiser, watching her. Her parka hood covered her head,
and the further away she got, the smaller and more fragile she appeared. He felt
all kinds of wrong taking pleasure in the way her body moved as she jogged. She
was definitely trouble, with her sad eyes and Snow White visage.
Dark hair,
pale skin, rosy lips and cheeks. Trouble indeed.
He’d met a
lot of young reporters over the years chasing their breakout story and they’d
all shared one thing—excitement. In Miranda, however, that tale-tell hunger
seemed to be hidden behind a sheen of desperation—if it existed at all.
He was so
tired his brain wasn’t finding answers to any of his questions. There was still
so much work to do, but it would wait. Right now someone could walk up to him
and confess to crucifying Jesus and he’d likely tell them they were free to go
if it meant he was, too. The cold crept inside the car, forcing him to crank up
the heat. He pulled out of the parking lot and turned south toward his bed,
slowing only once when he passed Miranda to ask again if she wanted a ride. She
waved him off and kept walking.
C.J.
Kyle lives in Florida, where the weather is as bipolar as her characters
sometimes turn out to be. Besides partaking in all things Jeep-related, she is
an avid reader of most genres, loves cooking, watching sports, and thrives on
being a wife and mother. She also classifies herself as a geek and nerd,
enjoying gaming while thinking about the next scene she has to write. She loves
to hear from her readers and can be found on Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest and
more.
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