Tuesday, September 6, 2016

SUPERIOR COLLISION IS HERE! RELEASE DAY!

I am SUPER excited because it's my book birthday! SUPERIOR COLLISION (Crossing Forces Book 5) is HERE!






Blurb:


Special Agent Taylor Carrigan takes “control freak” to the extreme. Her need for structured rigidity rules her life—and her job at the FBI. She doesn’t do emotion, so when her fiancĂ© is murdered, she doesn’t know how to deal with the internal fallout.

Antioch Police Sergeant Shannon Crowley has been intrigued with the uptight FBI agent for months. When he looks at Taylor, he sees more than the mask she hides behind.

She doesn’t have time for the cop who won’t quit chasing her—she’s got chasing to do of her own. Taylor admits he calms her, but he’s a distraction she can’t afford. She’s playing a dangerous game, riding the line between revenge and justice.

Keeping Shannon close could give Taylor the balance she desperately needs, but it would put something more than her case in jeopardy: her heart.  With so much on the line, is she capable of handling it?




Excerpt:

Her cellphone rang, vibrating and screaming her ringtone. It danced down the coffee table until she made a grab and swiped her thumb across the touch screen. She hadn’t recognized the number, but it had the local area code.
“Carrigan.”
“Hi.”
Even with one word, the familiar male voice washed over Taylor and she shifted on the edge of her brown microfiber couch. “Sergeant Crowley?” She’d written his number down last night, but hadn’t put it in her phone just yet.
“Yeah.”
Why is Shannon Crowley calling me? Taylor didn’t know what to say.
“Are you there?”
She cleared her throat and adjusted the phone against her ear. “Yes. How can I help you?”
He laughed.
It caught her off guard. She stood rocking on the balls of her feet, and fighting for balance. “What’s funny?” Taylor winced at the snap in her tone.
“You. After last night, you’re so formal with me.”
The knock on her apartment’s door made her jump.
She glanced at her phone then at the door. The sergeant’s voice had echoed, as if he was in a hallway. He couldn’t be—
“Gonna let me in?”
Taylor swallowed. Twice. She glanced down at her clothes. Blue yoga pants and a gray FBI tee from her Quantico days—it was faded, oversized and comfy. Bare feet and her hair down. She wasn’t fit for public consumption.
Ending the call and tossing her cell to the couch, she jogged to the door and wrenched it open, fully intending to tell her uninvited guest to go the hell away.
Words dissolved when they made eye contact.
Sergeant Crowley smiled and held up a brown paper bag. “Thought if I bribed you with sweets, you might invite me in.”
Taylor’s gaze trailed his tall muscular frame and she had to swallow again. He wore a brown leather jacket. He’d had it on last night, too, at Hakka Wu. The jacket was open, and a black, pec-hugging T-shirt peeked out, tucked into tight dark jeans. He sported an etched oval belt buckle and cowboy boots. He was only missing a Stetson, but it didn’t dim his appeal.
He was…gorgeous. Even with his messy, needs-a-trim dark hair.
She scowled. “How did you find out where I live?”
“Lucky guess?” Crowley shrugged. He flashed a mischievous grin that did funny things to her insides.
Taylor tilted her head to one side and ignored the zing of awareness when his eyes raked her body. She fidgeted and wanted to run. Resisted the urge to tug her shirt down. Felt naked. “Tell me who helped you invade my privacy, so I can plan their death.”
He laughed and shook his head. “I have no intention of invading your privacy. I thought—”
“You thought what?” she snapped.




Did you miss one? Crossing Forces is a series, but all the books are standalone within the series! But you can check out my site by clicking on the link and read excerpts of the other books!




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