Hey everyone! Hope your weekend was fabulous. Today I’m teasing you with an excerpt from my upcoming reissue of Treacherous Wishes (Taggert Security Team #2) which comes out June 6. This story, along with the first book (Dangerous Intentions) are true books of my heart. I wrote these romantic suspense novels a long time ago and enjoyed it tremendously. The bad guy in Treacherous Wishes remains one of my scariest characters and I loved every minute of creating him. This excerpt features some of the flirty dialogue you’ll see from the hero and heroine in Treacherous Wishes. Enjoy!
Just when you think the danger has passed…
Just when you’ve stopped looking over your shoulder…
Evil finds a way…
Tammy Carter lost her psychic abilities in the aftermath of tragedy. Now, years later, her power resurrects when evil returns to her town. She was secure in her job, her life, and lack of complications. Now everything in her comfort zone is disintegrating and she doesn’t know what to do next or who she can trust.
Bodyguard Kyle Hawthorne doesn’t believe in the supernatural or in Tammy’s psychic gift, but when her life is threatened he’ll do anything to protect her. Professionalism demands a platonic relationship with his co-worker at Taggert Security Team, yet the sizzling connection he feels for Tammy demands exploration every time he’s near her. Deep down Tammy has always found Kyle a stable force in her world, even though she’s harbored lightning-hot fantasies about him for years. Suddenly their sexual desires and emotions are too powerful to ignore, which starts a chain reaction of events that may bring them together or allow the evil to consume them.
The phone rang again.
The breather had called three times in ten minutes, and that last connection had almost fried her senses. She hesitated.
She should say “Taggert Security Team.” She should take a deep breath and stay calm.
She picked up the phone on the third ring. “Listen, you jerk, this is a business. Stop calling us!”
Silence on the other end shocked her. Finally the person spoke. “Tammy?”
She recognized the male voice and a blush flooded her face. “Hawthorne? Damn it, I’m sorry.”
“Hey, babe, are you all right?”
His silky, husky voice sent a wild fluttering into her stomach. Tammy swallowed hard. Bodyguard Kyle Hawthorne might be the most handsome man she’d ever met, but that didn’t mean she needed to dissolve into gelatin. The jibes, barbs and teasing they’d traded for the last year meant nothing. Employees at Taggert Security leaned toward the wild side—their dangerous jobs made them less willing to follow convention. Hawthorne was no exception. He played the role of flirtatious, handsome charmer all the way. More than once, a friend of Tammy’s had speculated about his love life. But she tried not to imagine Hawthorne holding a woman in his arms. It gave her a headache.
“Tammy?” he said again, concern deepening his tone.
“Sorry. I … uh … I just thought you were someone else.”
He chuckled. “What’s the matter? Art forget to pick you up for a date?”
Leave it to Kyle to remember the one time Art Childress had forgotten a date with her. “He’s working tonight. We had to cancel.”
“What do you mean again? We’ve been out three times in two months. I’d say that’s a record.”
“If you were my woman, I’d make sure we came together several times a week.”
With impeccable timing, her heartbeat accelerated, and her mouth went dry. Babe? His woman? Came together? It sounded primitive. Some might say chauvinistic. Yet she knew this man too well to believe he meant any irreverence toward her. He believed in equality of the sexes. Flirting was second nature to him. His woman indeed. Still, the way his voice vibrated over her already heightened senses sent pleasant shivers through her body and caused her belly to flutter.
It was like that every time he was near her. He spoke, she pretended not to notice how sexy he was. She’d tried over the time she’d known him to disregard this disturbing realty—Kyle Hawthorne sent her libido into overdrive.
Whether he meant the words to sound erotic or not, the husky velvet in his voice seduced her senses. Rich and deep, his voice always stirred her profoundly in a way she couldn’t control.
The subtext in those words sent her heart into a frantic pace and within her feminine core, her body moistened, clenched, and longed for the sensation of hard masculinity. She visualized, with stunning clarity, their bodies naked on a bed and writhing as their loins came together. Hot steel into soft wetness. Her breath hitched as her face went hot.
Holy shit, Tammy. Now is not the time.
“Better watch out, Hawthorne. I could break your neck for saying something that suggestive and sexist.”
“Don’t play dumb with me. Your woman? Hell, why not go all the way and call me wench?” His laugh soothed her skittish nerves. She sighed and rubbed the tight muscles in the back of her neck. “What are you doing calling the office at this hour?”
“What are you doing at the office at seven o’clock at night?”
Tammy fiddled with the small, brown plastic stegosaurus on her desk. “Answer my question first.”
“Burke still working on the Alexander case?”
The stegosaurus tipped over, and she let it lie on its side. She stared at its underbelly. “No. He went home an hour ago. He thinks he’s coming down with the flu as well.”
“Great. At this rate Mrs. Taggert will have to quarantine the office.”
She groaned. “I don’t even want to think about it.”
“Okay, so why are you still at work and who did you think was calling?”
“Today was hellish and I fell behind. And I thought you were the breather. He’s called three times in the last ten minutes. When the phone rang, I lost it.”
“Obscene phone calls? That’s a first at the agency. It must be your sexy voice.”
“Right, Hawthorne. My voice is about as sexy as an elephant sneezing.”
He laughed. “Did this creep say anything?”
“No. He wasn’t original enough. Just a lot of heavy panting.”
“Are you about ready to leave?”
“Just put away the last file. I need a cup of caffeine for the road.”
“Stay put. I’m almost there.”
“What?” She accidentally knocked the pencil cup over and writing instruments rolled across her desk.
“I’m calling on my cell. When I get there I can walk you to your car.”
“You don’t have to do that.” She hated the shaky, nervous quality in her voice. Tammy righted the pencil cup and started dropping pens and pencils into the brilliant red holder.
“I don’t have to. I want to. See you in a few minutes.”
Stunned, she kept the phone to her ear for a moment before she realized he’d hung up. She slipped the receiver back into the cradle.