FATAL EXPOSURE
by Gail
Barrett
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BLURB:
Cold-case
detective Parker McCall has spent fifteen years trying to solve his brother’s
murder. Now a chance photo of the killer in the newspaper sets him hard
on the woman’s trail. A former teenaged runaway, reclusive, award-winning
photojournalist B.K. Elliot chronicles the harsh reality of life on the streets
-- until a photo in the paper reveals her identity, blowing the lid off her
secret past. With a powerful murderer now dogging her heels, and her
police officer step-father determined to silence her permanently, the last
person she can afford to trust is a cop. So why does sexy police
detective Parker McCall tempt her to break her silence and resurrect ideals
she’d lost years ago? As danger closes in, and with more than her own
life at stake, Brynn must decide if the duty-bound cop will betray her...or
heal her battered heart.
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EXCERPT:
“All right,” she said. “Undo my hands.”
“You promise to answer my questions?”
“I said I would.”
He tossed her backpack onto the pile of papers and pulled
out the handcuff key. He reached for her wrists and unlocked the cuffs, trying
to ignore the alluring fragrance of her skin and hair. Then he stepped back,
his impatience mounting as he waited for her to do her part.
But she took her time, righting the chair, taking off her
peacoat and draping it over her bag. At last she turned to face him, and for
the first time, he got a close look at her in the light. She was even more
attractive than he’d expected with her wary green eyes and delicately winged
brows, that long tumble of auburn hair. Her mouth was evocative and full, her
high, sculpted cheekbones tinged with pink. A smattering of freckles dusted her
small nose.
He raked his gaze down the rest of her—over her small, high
breasts and slender waist, slim hips clad in low-slung jeans—and his heart
began to thud. She looked amazingly like the computerized image, but softer,
far sexier. More vulnerable.
Vulnerable? He stifled a snort. He wouldn’t make that
mistake again.
He returned his gaze to hers. And without warning, a sense
of awareness arrowed between them, a deep tug of sexual attraction that caught
him unprepared. His belly went taut, a rush of adrenaline accelerating his
pulse.
He bit back hard on a curse. Wrong time. Wrong place.
Definitely the wrong woman, considering she was a potential suspect in his
brother’s death. And her reaction didn’t help—her eyes going wide and dark, her
breath catching on a quiet gasp, impacting him even more.
“I need a drink,” she muttered, spinning around.
That made two of them.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
A former
RITA® and Daphne finalist, Gail Barrett has received the Book Buyer’s Best
Award, the Holt Medallion, the Booksellers Best, The National Readers’ Choice
Award, and numerous other awards. She lives with her husband in Western
Maryland. Readers can contact her through her website: www.gailbarrett.com.
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the book:
Amazon
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8 comments:
Thank you for hosting me today. It's great to be here!
Thanks for hosting!
The story sounds very intriguing.
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Compelling excerpt
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This sounds like a wonderful story and I will be adding it to my wish list! Thanks for being on the blog today. It was lovely to have you!
Would love to pepper you with writer questions about your process sometime!
Best,
Dana
dana19018 at gmail dot com
Thanks so much, Dana. It's great to chat with you, too. And I'll be happy to answer any questions I can!!! Email me at: gail(at)gailbarrett(dot)com.
Thanks, Ingeborg!
Thank you, bn!
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