Falling for Captain Hunk is almost here! I’m excited that this novella, a spin-off of my Beachcomber Investigations romantic detective series, will be released on JUNE 13th–your lucky day–as part of the Hunks to the Rescue box set.
The set features 18 novellas by award-winning and wonderful authors who I can personally recommend. But you don’t need to take my word for it–you can own the set for only $.99 and try all 18 novellas for yourself.
In the meantime, here’s a SNEAK PEEK at Falling for Captain Hunk:
“Jim, you’re killing me. Literally.” Captain Colin Lynch looked at the bloody, fat-veined roast beef held up for his inspection by the deli man.
Cap, as his friends called him, was on a mission, but it had nothing to do with his usual state police business..
He’d been standing at the deli counter for the past ten minutes, and it was beginning to look nearly impossible to find food that did not contain some deadly additive or excessive fat. He might be the man in charge of keeping mayhem at bay on Martha’s Vineyard but, unfortunately, that was of no use in accomplishing today’s task
“Then you belong at the salad bar with all them—”
Cap was spared the rest of the comment when Jim was interrupted by the sound of cans crashing to the floor followed by a surprised screech.
“Sounds like a problem in the canned vegetable aisle,” Jim said.
Cap would have responded with a wisecrack about the unhealthy nature of canned foods, but when he turned, what he saw stopped him.
A woman, a vision really, with long dark hair wearing jeans that curved tight around every sculptured turn of her long legs, brushed past him in a hurry. She might have been ballerina graceful, but she was strong enough to knock him back a step. Cap had no chance to react except with a jump in his pulse. She was past him and disappearing before he had a chance to stop her.
Then she turned to look back at him. The startling blue eyes that met his snapped with electricity. The zap shot through him and he could have sworn his heart actually stopped a beat. The connection lasted for only a fraction of a second.
Then it was gone as she moved away like a fawn on the run.
As his heart settled down, Cap exchanged a quick glance with Jim to see that the grizzled old marine-turned-deli man agreed with hiss assessment. The lithe beauty ran as if she were escaping from someone. This could be trouble.
And uniform or not, on duty or not, Cap was the man in charge of trouble. He tamped down the hum of alertness caused by adrenaline while he took off in the direction where he’d heard the crash. A man was halfway down the aisle and heading his way.
Shit. Not him.
He recognized Kaspian Ellison, aka Kasper the Ghost, from the morning’s bulletin from the governor’s office. His old special-ops-commander-turned-governor, Peter John Douglas, sent him the man’s picture with a warning. And a request. Technically, it was an order since Peter, as the governor of Massachusetts, was his boss.
The request had been to watch Ellison as a person of interest in a murder. The file would follow.
Kasper the Ghost marched forward like he was on a mission. As if he were trying to catch up with a disappearing beauty.
Cap hoped to hell this head of a heroin trafficking empire with a penchant for violence had nothing to do with the memorable woman he’d seen. Going on instinct, Cap decided to put himself in Ellison’s path at the end of the aisle.
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