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Laura and Caleb were teenage sweethearts. Then Laura disappeared, leaving nothing behind but a simple note.
Now she’s back, a street smart cop on the trail of an underground child sex slave operation right in the heart of New York City and she’s been sent to Caleb’s division to help bring down one of the most reprehensible men in the country. When the old lovers are partnered up, can they put their old hurts aside to do their jobs and save the children?
Here's a wee excerpt!
She followed him into the living room and wouldn’t really look at him. She was still so damned beautiful. But her body was a little different. Tighter, yet rounder in places, and oh my God, her breasts. He tore his eyes away and forced his desire back to rage. He watched the nervous look on his mother's face when she came into the living room and hugged Laura before gesturing toward the pale green-and-white striped couch.
“Can I get you something to drink? Beer?”
“Ah, hell, Ma. You should let Laura just take a look in the fridge and pick something out herself. She's practically family, isn't that right?” Caleb asked, dropping an arm on the back of the couch, dangerously close to her shoulder.
Laura turned and stared at him, her face flushing, and clenched her jaw but said nothing.
“I don't think any of us were all that surprised when we found out Laura took up with Mike. I mean, Laura always did love our family, seeing that things weren't all that great with her own.”
Now both she and his mother glared at him. Caleb felt a burst of triumph at the flash of pain in Laura's eyes. That's right, bitch. Hurt. Hurt till you bleed. Though he knew it would never come close to what she’d done to him, maybe he could make things a little painful for her in his own way.
“Laura, honey, would you like to help me with the salad?” Caroline asked, giving Caleb a look that mimicked the 'wait till your father gets home' glares she used to give him when he was a child.
They came back out a few minutes later with some wine. Caroline handed Caleb a glass, and he watched as Laura now took the matching armchair seat furthest away from him.
“You know what I miss? That non-alcoholic strawberry wine you used to give us when we were kids. Man, I haven't had that in ages,” Caleb said, watching Laura choke on her wine.
“I thought you kids hated that stuff.” Caroline took her place next to Caleb.
“Nah, it was all right. Remember, Laura? It was an acquired taste," Caleb reminded her.
*Laura poured the wine over Caleb's head and then licked a path down his bare shoulder to his chest. “Hmm, doesn't taste half bad this way.” She smiled, settling on his lap.*
“I can't even really recall what it tastes like anymore,” Laura replied, narrowing her eyes at him.
Bitch, Caleb thought, scowling.
“I saw some in the grocery store a few weeks ago. I can pick some up,” Caroline offered.
He watched Laura cringe and felt a punch of satisfaction.
“Sure.”
Yeah, you remember.
Caleb had to stop looking at her. She had one arm behind her head, absently playing with her hair and staring out the window. Her cheeks were flushed with a hint of red, and he knew she could feel his gaze on her. He'd taken her many times on this very couch when they’d had the house to themselves. He wondered if she remembered that too.
She looked around the room. Anywhere but at Caleb.
Bitch.
A very long time ago, he’d dreamt that he and Laura would be partners in every way. But Laura had killed that dream. Killed all his dreams. He felt his rage begin to churn more violently, and he was afraid he would jump on Laura and strangle her with his bare hands.
“Excuse me,” he said, rising, needing to leave the room so he could breathe. "Gotta go to the bathroom.”
http://www.sugarnspicepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=11&products_id=54
Laura and Caleb were teenage sweethearts. Then Laura disappeared, leaving nothing behind but a simple note.
Now she’s back, a street smart cop on the trail of an underground child sex slave operation right in the heart of New York City and she’s been sent to Caleb’s division to help bring down one of the most reprehensible men in the country. When the old lovers are partnered up, can they put their old hurts aside to do their jobs and save the children?
Here's a wee excerpt!
She followed him into the living room and wouldn’t really look at him. She was still so damned beautiful. But her body was a little different. Tighter, yet rounder in places, and oh my God, her breasts. He tore his eyes away and forced his desire back to rage. He watched the nervous look on his mother's face when she came into the living room and hugged Laura before gesturing toward the pale green-and-white striped couch.
“Can I get you something to drink? Beer?”
“Ah, hell, Ma. You should let Laura just take a look in the fridge and pick something out herself. She's practically family, isn't that right?” Caleb asked, dropping an arm on the back of the couch, dangerously close to her shoulder.
Laura turned and stared at him, her face flushing, and clenched her jaw but said nothing.
“I don't think any of us were all that surprised when we found out Laura took up with Mike. I mean, Laura always did love our family, seeing that things weren't all that great with her own.”
Now both she and his mother glared at him. Caleb felt a burst of triumph at the flash of pain in Laura's eyes. That's right, bitch. Hurt. Hurt till you bleed. Though he knew it would never come close to what she’d done to him, maybe he could make things a little painful for her in his own way.
“Laura, honey, would you like to help me with the salad?” Caroline asked, giving Caleb a look that mimicked the 'wait till your father gets home' glares she used to give him when he was a child.
They came back out a few minutes later with some wine. Caroline handed Caleb a glass, and he watched as Laura now took the matching armchair seat furthest away from him.
“You know what I miss? That non-alcoholic strawberry wine you used to give us when we were kids. Man, I haven't had that in ages,” Caleb said, watching Laura choke on her wine.
“I thought you kids hated that stuff.” Caroline took her place next to Caleb.
“Nah, it was all right. Remember, Laura? It was an acquired taste," Caleb reminded her.
*Laura poured the wine over Caleb's head and then licked a path down his bare shoulder to his chest. “Hmm, doesn't taste half bad this way.” She smiled, settling on his lap.*
“I can't even really recall what it tastes like anymore,” Laura replied, narrowing her eyes at him.
Bitch, Caleb thought, scowling.
“I saw some in the grocery store a few weeks ago. I can pick some up,” Caroline offered.
He watched Laura cringe and felt a punch of satisfaction.
“Sure.”
Yeah, you remember.
Caleb had to stop looking at her. She had one arm behind her head, absently playing with her hair and staring out the window. Her cheeks were flushed with a hint of red, and he knew she could feel his gaze on her. He'd taken her many times on this very couch when they’d had the house to themselves. He wondered if she remembered that too.
She looked around the room. Anywhere but at Caleb.
Bitch.
A very long time ago, he’d dreamt that he and Laura would be partners in every way. But Laura had killed that dream. Killed all his dreams. He felt his rage begin to churn more violently, and he was afraid he would jump on Laura and strangle her with his bare hands.
“Excuse me,” he said, rising, needing to leave the room so he could breathe. "Gotta go to the bathroom.”