Trying to escape a horrific past, Shyla has immersed herself in life as a tough cop in the bustle of LA. When the case of a lifetime takes her back to her hometown of Redding, she is thrown into a world of organized crime, deceit, and bitter reminders of her childhood.
As Shyla’s path crosses that of Brennan, a troubled sidekick to the ringleader she’s intent on taking down, she discovers he has a past even darker than hers and she is forced to re-evaluate everything she believes about herself, her job, and what she knows about right and wrong.
Can she face the demons of her upbringing and learn to trust again? Her life will depend on it.
Shyla let out a soft moan and tilted her head back. The moon was directly overhead, watching the way Victor’s hungry mouth explored her neck. She closed her eyes and shoved aside the nagging knowledge that she was making out with a criminal who she intended to put in jail for a very long time.
She ran her fingers through his thick, wavy hair and pulled him closer. She couldn’t let nerves throw her off course. The picnic had gone well. They had flirted and talked while watching the sunset. As night enveloped them, Victor had turned up the charm. Before Shyla knew it, she was in his arms.
She tried to stay relaxed as his hand slid over her jeans and inched up her inner thigh. But when his fingertips brushed her center, every muscle in her body tensed up. It wasn’t just because it was Victor, she responded that way every time a man touched her intimately.
“Is everything okay, Shyla?” Victor asked, his lips hovering over her throat.
“Yes, I’m fine. I think I’m just a little chilly,” Shyla lifted his chin and kissed him fully on the mouth, hoping to assure him.
Victor responded, as she’d wanted. He deepened the kiss. She tried to return his intensity. His movements were strong, almost a demand. Again, she was reminded of her past and she shivered. He pulled back and lifted her off the blanket they’d been picnicking on.
“Well, we can’t have that. Can we?”
Shyla let him carry her to the car, knowing he liked to play the chivalrous gentleman. When he leaned over to buckle her in, she grabbed him by the front of his shirt and gave him another intoxicating kiss.
“But I’m not ready to go home yet,” she purred in his ear.
“I’m not ready for you to go home yet, either,” Victor groaned, “You can come back to my place. Just let me grab our things.”
As she watched him, Shawn’s warning crept into her mind, ‘None of us are thrilled about you dating this guy—he’s dangerous—be careful.’
She clenched her jaw. There was no doubt that Victor was dangerous. Charming or not, Shyla was very aware that underneath that smooth veneer was a cold, calculating man who insisted on things being his way. If they weren’t, he would make it so they were, even if it involved killing someone. She had to keep that in mind.
About the Author
Michelle Bellon lives in the Pacific Northwest with her four beautiful children. She earned her Associates Degree in Nursing and fills her moments of free time with her love for writing. She writes in multiple genres, including, YA, romance suspense, women’s fiction, and general fiction.