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Erin
Grady is used to taking care of people. That’s why she’s thrilled to finally
realize her dream of opening a clinic…and why she’s willing to overlook where
the money came from—until a determined prosecutor comes sniffing around.
Will
Patton is desperate to leave the small fogbound town of Lost Coast Harbor and
build a real career for himself. But to do that, he’ll need to expose the dirty
police chief—and betray the woman who makes him wonder if he’s leaving town too
soon.
But the
corruption in Lost Coast Harbor runs deep and wide—and exposing the truth will
require Erin and Will to expose their hearts…no matter the risk.
“I take care of myself. I don’t
need someone to take care of me,” Erin said.
Will ran a thumb across her pouty
bottom lip. He didn’t doubt that she believed it. That stubborn tilt to her jaw
said she was independent and self-reliant. She was tough, and strong, and he
wouldn’t want her any other way. But God, he just wanted to hold her and care
for her for a change.
“Not tonight.”
Her eyes widened at the contact
of his fingers along her cheek.
“No?” Her voice dropped to a
husky whisper.
“I’m going to kiss you,” he
whispered.
Her eyes widened and her lips
parted in a small smile. “You are?”
He stroked her hair again, then
through the strands until his hand was at the back of her neck.
“And then, I’m going to push that
indecent dress up just a little higher, and see what you wore for me tonight,”
he said, feeling her heart beat under his fingers.
She swallowed and started to
reach for him, but he stilled her hand, covering it with his. He shifted so he
could pull her closer.
“I know it’s something sexy,” he
breathed into her neck, then pressed his lips against the soft skin below her
ear. “Lace? Silk?”
Her breath escaped in a rush as
he ran his hand down her body, over the curves that had been tempting him all
night. His fingers played with the hem of the short dress and Erin shifted as
his hand moved under the fabric and across soft, warm skin. His hands roamed
higher, up the back of her legs, along the curve there and moving higher still.
His mouth went dry as he realized
the lace and silk he was reaching for wasn’t there. Instead, his fingers
brushed her soft, hot core, making her squirm against his hand.
“Jesus, Erin,” he breathed.
Like
so many good ideas, Lost Coast Harbor was inspired by a few rounds of
margaritas. One sunny afternoon, Lily Danes and Eve Kincaid went to a Mexican
restaurant for snacks and tequila and left with the idea for a new series.
Inspired by their love of noir movies and 1940s crime novels, they imagined a
gritty small town full of crime and corruption, where intrigue and mystery can
lead to love and passion.
Eve
Kincaid is a lapsed lawyer who decided that fictional crime was more fun than
the real deal. When she’s not writing about mysterious women and the dangerous
and sexy men who love them, she’s probably shopping for books, lipstick, or
imported cheeses to complement a nice California pinot noir.
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