So happy to share this excerpt from The Scarlet Stiletto by my colleague Maggie Carpenter. Maggie and I — and twenty-three other authors — have books in the HERO UNDERCOVER Box Set. We are so excited for all of you to read this exciting, sizzling collection of 25 alpha heroes on June 27. You can preorder for only 99 cents!
Here’s a taste while you wait.
A BLONDE BOMBSHELL. A DECADENT DETECTIVE. A MYSTERIOUS MURDER. Manhattan 1938.
Guest Post by Maggie Carpenter
Ruby Rose is in trouble. Terrible trouble. Her much older and wealthy husband Al Rogan is lying on the floor in their home. His skull is caved in, hit with the fireplace poker. Now the tall leggy knock-out blonde has to seek help from a man she’s never met, Patrick McGuire.
Patrick, a former cop turned private investigator, kicks his feet up on his desk and pulls his hat over his eyes, but his respite is abruptly interrupted when he hears the seductive clicking of a woman’s high-heels.
Though he loves the sound he’s in no mood for another housewife seeking a detective to spy on her cheating husband, and grudgingly opening his eyes, he is shocked to see a beautiful, blonde, willowy babe, with undeniably kiss-me-now lips coated in crimson lipstick.
Patrick is intrigued, confounded, and inexorably attracted to her, but why didn’t she go the police? Was it possible the gorgeous gal could be the culprit?
Rich memorable characters star in this riveting whodunnit romance. Twists, turns and hot sex will keep you turning the pages, and the suspense and intrigue will keep you guessing until the very last chapter.
EXCERPT from The Scarlet Stiletto:
His hand began smoothing itself over her curves, and she closed her eyes, luxuriating in the comforting attention. It was divine, and she found herself wishing his touch was on her skin. A second sigh washed over her, and it was only a minute or two later that he kicked off his shoes, laid back, and brought her into his arms.
“I shouldn’t ask you this,” she murmured as she settled against him.
“You can ask me anything.”
“No, it’s wrong.”
“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that? If it is I can always spank you again.”
“This isn’t funny.”
“I wasn’t joking.”
“You’ll think badly of me.”
“Is this a female thing?”
“What does that mean?”
“Yep, it’s a female thing. Ruby, baby, you want to ask me, so ask. I won’t walk out the door, I promise.”
“Will you stay with me?” she whispered. “I know it’s wrong, but I don’t want to sleep alone.”
Her urgent request didn’t surprise him. She’d endured a harrowing ordeal and she was still scared, and the spanking had created a unique intimacy between them.
“Sure, and I’ll do my best to behave, though I can’t promise.”
“You don’t think I’m a bad person for asking?”
“Not at all. This isn’t Victorian England. It’s 1938 and we’re in New York. Besides, I’ll sleep better knowing you’re next to me.”
“I need to take a bath, or a shower, or something.”
“I don’t want to leave.”
“I promise I’ll be here when you get back.”
“I can’t believe you just spanked me.”
“Why? Wasn’t it hard enough? Isn’t your backside stinging?”
“You know I didn’t mean that.”
“Was it so terrible?”
“Uh, no, it wasn’t terrible at all, it was…”
“Can’t find the words?”
“It’s not easy. It’s strange. I feel better.”
“I know, baby. That’s how it works.”
She yawned, then let out a long breath.
“I can’t do it. I have enough energy to change, but not to take a bath.”
“I’ll go into my room and come back in five minutes.”
“Thanks, Patrick. You can be such a gentleman.”
“Hey, I’m doing it for me. If I watched you take your clothes off I don’t think I could control myself.”
He started to move off the bed, but she grabbed his arm.
“I need to tell you something.”
“Another female thing.”
“Fellas, if they wanna ask something, they just ask, and if they wanna tell a guy something, they tell him. Females, they start with, can I ask you, or can I tell you?”
“Never mind,” she muttered, releasing his arm and flopping back on a pillow.
“You sure look good when you pout.”
“And you sure know how to kill a girl’s mood.”
“Tell me, go on, tell me what’s on your mind, or do I have to—”
“Don’t you dare say it!”
“Then tell me.”
“I’m really glad I came to see you, I’m really glad about, uh, everything.”
“Even your warm backside?”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but yeah, even that.”
He paused, but only for a moment, then leaning over her, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them on either side of her head.
“Your warm backside is just the beginning!”