Control is everything to gorgeous Maggie Anderson. Her exclusive club gives abused and troubled women a refuge from Vegas's merciless streets—and helps her reclaim her shattered sense of freedom. But now someone is brutally murdering those she fights so hard to save. And baring her deepest fears to the one man who insists on protecting her could be the one move she won't survive…Elite private investigator Christian Beck knows this particular serial killer's MO—and his own wrenching failure to find him—all too well. But staying two steps ahead of Maggie's determination to uncover the truth pushes his well-honed skills past the limit—and ignites his most naked instincts. Now every clue is a lie, each irresistible desire a lethal trap. And the closer he and Maggie get, their shattering secrets will either save them—or torch their lives to glittering ash…
“…So, tell me. The wings?”
Unable to bear his heated stare, Maggie kicked her feet and watched her toes as they chopped in and out of the water.
“Leave it alone, Beck.” No way was she telling him.
“Okay, but just remember I have sources no one else does.”
She’d told her friends it wasn’t a good idea, and a little sacrilegious. This was God getting even. “Fine. They’re guardian angel’s wings. For protection.”
“Protection from what? Bad drunks? That’s what you have bouncers for.”
“I got the tattoo before I had the club.” She hoped this time he’d listen and stop with the questions. She’d get over the how-I-got-a-tattoo story. It was explaining why her friends thought she needed the wings that unnerved her. But if there were guardian angels, they’d done their job on more than one occasion.
He remained silent and she knew he was waiting for her to elaborate. When she didn’t, his expression changed to one of understanding and he began to offer his own opinion.
“I get it. Sometimes they didn’t just try and scare you off. Sometimes you got hurt?” The strain in his voice was odd. This morning he didn’t much care for her. Now, was he actually concerned about her welfare?
“I worked with street kids, on the streets. Lots of guns, lots of knives, lots of bumps and bruises. It’s part of the job,” she explained. “I became desensitized to it. My friends wanted me to remember I was human, that I bled. So on a girls’ weekend away, fueled by tequila, lots of tequila, we all got tattoos. Me, the wings. Now, how about you ask me something that doesn’t involve a cliché story about drunk friends getting inked?”
Bio:
Lucy Farago knows there is nothing like a happy sigh at the end of a good book. With the encouragement of her loving husband, she wrote her first manuscript. An unpublished historical, it sits in a file on her computer, there to remind her how much fun she had learning the craft and becoming part of an industry whose books make you believe anything is possible. A big fan of Agatha Christie, she set out to write her first romantic suspense novel. Thrilled to be a published author, Lucy also teaches yoga, enjoys cooking, and saying what other people are thinking. In her fantasy world, her beautiful Siberian husky, Loki, doesn’t shed and her three kids clean up after themselves. Alas, that fantasy will never see fruition. http://www.lucyfarago.com/
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