Meet the Author:
Anita’s rapid paced storytelling style pulls readers into a parallel universe where mystery, mayhem, murder are the order of the day. Her stories are an addictive diversion, trading the heavy, gray world of real life for a fantastically colorful world where bad is good, and cool is smoking hot. Raised on America’s Rock Coast in Cleveland, Ohio, Anita was born while the river burned. Music, food and family shaped Anita’s life and provide much of the fodder for her stories. Her love of mysteries and puzzle solving came from her Grandpa John, who introduced Anita to her first detective hero – Nero Wolfe. Food was as central a character in Anita’s life as it was in Nero’s, where Sunday dinner at Nonna’s table was a command performance. Anita has been writing scorching mysteries and suspense since 2006 with stories ranging on the heat index from a “nice spicy little pepper” to “pass a mop for my forehead, please.” Check out tastes of Anita’s stories and like her on Facebook. Anita is a member of Sisters in Crime and Mystery Writers of America.
About the Book:
Private investigator Esmeralda “Peach” Morales watches in horror as the crane her uncle is operating topples into Lake Erie. He disappears and she’s convinced he’ll be the scapegoat. She’ll do anything to prove he’s innocent. Seducing the lead investigator is just part of her strategy, at least that’s what she tells herself.
Thomas Riley is at Elderberry Farm when he learns of a deadly crane accident in Cleveland. The forensic investigator suspects sabotage and amid the rubble and mangled metal he uncovers a web of lies and deception. At the center of it all is a beautiful brunette who always seems to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Both fiercely independent, they must learn to work together––inside and outside the bedroom––to unravel the mystery and clear her uncle’s name.
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Excerpt #4 Strip Tease
The
bath was full enough. He programmed the controls for the jets and created a
jacuzzi, setting her in the center. The surprise on her face receded when he
kicked his shoes off and went for the hem of his shirt.
“Go
slow,” she said, sinking into the warm water. She winced a little, the salt
doing its job on those abrasions. Lower and lower she went until the water
danced around her shoulders. “I’m waiting.”
Total.
Turn on. With the number of encounters Tom had, the removal of clothing was
sometimes frenzied, sometimes foreplay. At times it had been clumsy, and once
it had been perplexing. Never had it been scintillating. Just the way she
looked at him made him nearly cum.
He
turned his back to her, slowly raising his shirt. Tightening his abs, puffing
out his chest, he rolled his hips. With each circle, he lifted the shirt
higher.
He
couldn’t see her and hoped to hell he looked as sexy as he felt. He wasn’t
breathing, just for her.
“Turn
around.” Her voice was deep, full of need.
He
didn’t comply immediately but drew it out. Over his shoulder, he saw her face.
Her lids were heavy as she licked her lips. Her cheeks were flushed, and he
suspected it was from more than the bath.
He
bent one knee to remove his sock. There was no sexy way to remove a sock, so he
just did it fast. He raised his arms, showing off the results of time invested
in the gym. His stomach carried a six-pack over his long frame; he tightened
it, posed as if for a magazine. Then came his pants. The button at the top went
in one move. His gaze was on her as the zipper went down…down…down. Her
breathing was faster now, her eyes dazed. One hand gripped the edge of the tub
and the other…
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