COMING IN May 2019
CONTEMPORARY ROMANTIC SUSPENSE
Accidental Love is a steamy suspense novel, with no cliffhangers and a HEA ending.
Delaney Cole has no interest in love and marriage, at the moment. She’s a computer whiz, aiming to become a force in Silicon Valley. To pay the bills, she teaches computer science at the local high school. When a fellow teacher is murdered, Delaney finds herself the focus of a psychopath’s fantasies.
Enter Jake Torrance, former Army Ranger, now a homicide detective with the Boston PD. Jake’s commitment to his work was a key factor in the breakdown of his marriage. The ensuing slugfest divorce provided a forceful life lesson.
As the murder investigation unfolds, and the killer circles closer, Jake and Delaney dance around their unexpected attraction to each other. Delaney is floored by the charismatic detective with the dreamboat eyes. He fits the image of her fantasy lover to a T, but he’s arrived at the worst possible time. Jake struggles to stay professional, but Delaney stirs emotions he thought he could no longer feel. He starts to think she might be his second chance at happiness—if he can keep her alive.
With a faceless killer chasing her through her dreams, Delaney slept fitfully through the night, jarred awake by the apartment’s entrance buzzer. Groaning in annoyance, she rolled and squinted at the clock on the night table. 8 a.m. She wasn’t expecting a delivery, and her friends knew she usually slept late on weekends. She figured someone had buzzed her apartment by mistake.
She snuggled down again, grumbling, “Dope,” into her pillow.
Moments later, the buzzer sounded again. Delaney came up on one elbow. “Dammit.” Flinging back the covers, she strode over and punched the intercom. “Who is it? Can’t you read names?”
“It’s Detective Torrance, ma’am. Can I come up for a few minutes? I have a few more questions.”
Delaney’s jaw went slack. She yanked her finger off the intercom as if it had bitten her. What was he doing here this early on a Saturday? Her mind threw up the absurd notion he might have come to ask her for a date. Commonsense kicked
She cleared her throat, and pressed the intercom. “Uh, right, please come up.” Pressing the door release, she caught sight of herself in the hallway mirror and winced. She was in her usual sleeping garb of tank top and boxers, but she looked like a wild woman. Her eyes were wide and starey, and her sleep-tousled hair was sticking out all over the place. Quickly, she dragged her hands over the strands and rushed into the bedroom to grab her blue robe off the chair. It only came to the top of her knees, but it would have to do. Her zip up toweling robe was in the laundry hamper. She took another moment to steady her breathing and then walked to open the door.
“Good morning, Ms. Cole.”
Delaney nodded. “Detective.”
His tall, broad-shouldered frame seemed to fill the hallway. He looked as good as she remembered, better even. His gray suit jacket was open, showing a flat stomach and muscular quads beneath his trousers. If you logged onto Wikipedia to look up, ‘hot police detective’ Torrance would be listed. She dragged her gaze up to his face and noted his amber eyes showed some heaviness in their
He looked around as he followed her to the kitchen. “Nice place you have here.”
“Thanks.” She’d spent a lot of her savings on it over the past year. The décor was stylish but understated—a mixture of russet and beige furnishings, with bright artwork on the walls. The woman who’d owned the condo before Delaney had worked in an art gallery. She’d sold Delaney the canvases, along with some interesting ornaments. Delaney pressed the coffee machine’s brew button and got milk out of the fridge. As she reached up to open the cupboard where she kept the mugs, she glanced over her shoulder to ask, “Would you like coffee?” She saw Torrance’s gaze flick
“Thanks, coffee would be welcome,” he said. “I take it black.” She poured and picked up the steaming mugs, turning to see Torrance was already perched on a stool at the kitchen’s Central Island. Delaney set down the mugs and sat facing him. Even with a possible killer on her trail, her body wouldn’t stop reacting to his nearness. The collar of his blue shirt was open again, showing his strong neck and that sexy triangle of dark hair. Delaney knew some women didn’t care for chest hair on a man. She loved it. To