"This book consumed me! The story line kept me engaged and I didn't want to put it down! It has twists & turns that you won't see coming! This book is so much more than a love story! It is a true suspense that will take you on an adventure to some dark places!"- Tiffany, Goodreads
Published: April 2017
It’s fate that led us to each other.
It’s fate that we can’t be together.
When something bad happens, you never hear anyone say, “It must be fate.” Yet fate was to blame for me being home to witness my mother’s murder. Fate paved the road my life was destined to take that tragic day. And that road led me directly to him.
We were never meant to be. Just a chance encounter with a bad boy who shocked my heart into submission.
Until fate pushed me down that road and led me to him again. Our paths didn’t just cross, they collided.
I need to fight the secrets from my past. He’s just fighting for me. Can two people destined to meet survive the devastation fate set in motion?
Welcome to my life.
Fate hates me.
Jett sits on the same chair, directly in front of the bed. He tilts his head, sitting back, arms crossed, legs spread apart. His assessing eyes are fixed on me.
It feels like he’s looking into my soul for answers. And holy shit, I’m afraid he’s going to find them. They are so intense I have to look away. I take another peek, but he hasn’t moved an inch. If his jaw wasn’t clenching, I would have thought his face was made of stone.
I can’t have this beautiful man sit here and stare at me all day. My body is on the verge of overheating under his scrutinizing stare. The silence consumes me.
“So … any way you can take these off me?” I ask, fidgeting with the handcuffs.
“Nope,” he responds with a smirk.
“I am looking at you. I was also looking at you on the security monitor when you took Joe down. You’re not as harmless as you say.” He brings his full lips into a half smile. A small dimple appears. His voice is all man, deep and rich, which sends vibrations straight down […]. What the hell is wrong with my body? It’s never reacted this way to anyone.
What a waste of a beautiful creature to not have that body on display. “I think you picked the wrong occupation.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.
He chuckles to himself while raising an eyebrow. “Oh, really? And what occupation do you think I should be in?”
A model, a hot fireman in one of those calendars, anything where that face and body can be shared by all women. I don’t reply, though. He shakes his head slightly with a knowing smile. That one dimple turns into two and that smile sends warm waves to my inner core. I squeeze my thighs tighter together, shifting positions. Shit.
About the author:
I'm a girl who doesn't mind getting dirty but also loves to be pampered. It's not uncommon to find me in the garage cutting wood to make a bookshelf or painting a new room because I'm bored with the old color. I have more power tools than most men on my street. The only thing I'm not allowed to have is a sharp knife and an avocado. A trip to the ER, a nerve repair surgery, two sets of stitches and a forever scar ... I'm okay with that rule. Did you know they make little gadgets for avocado's? Neither did I. Words of advice, don't try and pop the seed out with a knife.
In between being a wife and a mom to two active kids, I love girl's nights, laying in bed with a good book, football Sundays, drinking a fruity cocktail – with lots of cherries – and being in the sun. People who don't know me see me as quiet and shy. I'm more reserved with a wild side I keep hidden until it's appropriate to unleash.
When I tell people I've written books, the main question I receive is "Are they children's books?" It makes me laugh every time. My books are about sexy alpha males and beautiful strong-willed women, with lots of sex. Definitely not children's books.