Tempting Justice
Sons of Sydney #2
By Fiona
Archer
Genre: Erotic Romance/Romantic
Suspense
Release Date: April 18, 2017
Synopsis
He’s sworn to uphold the law
His reckless behavior as a child
caused the deaths of his entire family. On the lonely Sydney streets, the
orphan found friends. Found “brothers.” Never again will Seattle Homicide
Detective Heath Justice break the rules and risk his new family. Order and
discipline govern his life…until he meets a curvaceous redhead. With two ugly
murder cases to solve, the last thing he needs is this disconcertingly lovely,
whirlwind of chaos, yet…charmed by her wit and intelligence, Heath can’t resist.
She believes rules are meant to
be broken
Deep into writing a murder
mystery, author London Shaw is shocked when she herself is implicated in a
homicide. She can’t believe the ever-so-authoritarian Detective Heath Justice
expects her to simply ignore the crime and go on about her business. Not
happening. Although the man’s whiskey rough voice, cuffs, and masterful
touch could melt any woman’s resistance—and does—she has a craving to do a
little investigating herself.
When all or nothing is your only
play
When Heath’s murder investigation
threatens a far-reaching conspiracy, everyone he cares for becomes their
target—including the woman he’s come to love.
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Excerpt
Heath had grabbed the flask from
the SUV’s back seat when he glimpsed a figure through the rear window. A woman,
wearing a blue hoodie and black sweatpants walked to the edge of Derek’s
driveway and gazed at the house’s front door. A few seconds later, she began
walking swiftly down the driveway, constantly checking the front door.
Was she worried about being seen?
A possible intruder?
Since he’d parked closer to the
house further on from Derek’s parents’ property, the woman hadn’t spotted him.
Heath replaced the flask on the backseat and gently pushed the back passenger
door nearly closed. He waited until she had disappeared behind the side of the
house before following.
Careful not to make noise, he
followed the woman down the driveway and watched as she stopped in front of a
side door to the garage, which was separate from the house. With her back to
Heath, she pulled something from her pocket and tried to jimmy the door’s lock.
The woman glanced toward the back
of the house, likely checking to see if she’d been spotted, then continued her
efforts with the lock. A soft hiss and a “dammit” indicated her efforts
were unsuccessful.
Heath also couldn’t miss the
curvy shape of her figure outlined so well by the soft black material hugging
her gorgeous arse. One shown off to perfection as she bent to look closer at
the lock.
A tiny squeak of joy, followed by
her opening the door, signaled the possible intruder had crossed a line. It
seemed such a shame to stop his fun. Nevertheless, duty called…
Heath pulled out his 9mm from his
shoulder holster and held it out in front of him as he moved forward. “Police!
Put your hands on your head and step away from the door.”
The woman let out a high squeak,
dropped the lock pick, and spun around, eyes wide. Her mouth formed an “O” at
the sight of his weapon. “Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness.” She covered her
mouth with both hands before waving them in front of her, palms facing Heath.
“It’s not what you think. Honestly.” Her gaze snapped to her left in the
direction of the back of the house as if she expected someone to come out any
moment.
“I said, hands on your head.”
Heath commanded, satisfied when the woman immediately obeyed. “Come forward,
turn around, and face the garage door.” He saw her close her eyes in defeat
before she obeyed. Heath grabbed his cuffs and shoved his weapon back in the
holster. With efficient moves, he had her wrists secured behind her.
“Officer, I can explain.” She
sighed. “I mean, I know everyone says that, but really, nothing illegal’s
happening here.”
“Good to know.” He pulled her
jacket’s hood from her head. Red
hair. No, the description didn’t do the color justice, but he only knew
guyspeak, which would have to suffice to explain the bursts of deeper red in
amongst the lighter strands, all held in a ponytail.
Heath patted down his suspect. No
weapons. And he’d have to be dead not to notice the way his hands fit over her
hips, the roundness of her arse. He wasn’t a sleaze, not by any means, but he
appreciated a woman’s body like any man.
Taking her arm in a firm grip, he
turned his suspect around.
Green eyes framed with long,
thick lashes blinked up at him. “When I say nothing illegal, I mean it depends
on your point of view.”
“My point of view is as a cop,
which doesn’t leave a lot of leeway on a range of subjects.”
She frowned at him, as if he was
being unreasonable. “That’s a rather rigid stance. Not everything is black and
white.”
Heath wasn’t prepared to debate
the point. “Your disappointment is noted. Now—”
“Hey, I’m sure you’re a busy guy.
And, uh,”—she licked her lips—“you need to go protect the community. That’s an
important role. Absolutely. So, you know—” She broke off. “Shoo. Anyway, we can
put a line under this and start the day over.”
Despite her opinion of his
so-called inflexible outlook on life, he couldn’t help answering. “We can,
huh?”
“Totally.” She nodded, sending
her ponytail bobbing.
Keeping hold of her arm, Heath
looked down at her black canvas tennis shoes to hide his mouth twitching.
It was a safe bet the young woman
wasn’t a hardened criminal. But whatever the hell she was up to, he aimed to
find out. First he needed to phone Derek.
“Do you know the owners of this
house?”
Her mouth dropped open, and her
eyes grew huge in her face. “You don’t have to get them,” she rushed out.
“Oh, but I do.” He went to pull
out his phone from his back pocket, and the woman jerked against his grip. She
would have toppled over if not for him keeping his hold.
Oh, no, sweetheart.
He tightened his grip,
reinforcing her captivity and moved closer, towering over her. “Lady, you could
have hurt yourself.” The safety of suspects was important, and the thought of
the little redhead causing herself harm propelled his alpha instincts center
stage. “Resist once more, and I’ll use my belt to hogtie you.”
She drew in a sharp breath. What
he didn’t see was fear. Not in her eyes or the way a blush stained the
cool-toned white skin of her face. And swear to God, he felt her body soften
against him.
An image of her hogtied flashed
through his mind. Only she wouldn’t be in this driveway, but in his bed. Lying
on his sheets. Her glorious long red hair spread over his pillow.
“What the hell’s going on?”
Heath looked over his shoulder.
Derek stood at the side of the house, his hands jammed on his hips.
“Dammit,” came from his
suspect.
A look best described as
misery—from the closed eyes and turned down mouth—covered her face.
“I caught a suspect attempting to
break into your parents’ garage.”
Derek gave a dry laugh. “I’ve no
doubt she’s up to something, but that’s no suspect.” He strode up the driveway,
his frown reserved for the woman at Heath’s side. “Meet London, my baby
sister."
Heath swung his gaze to…Derek’s sister?
Those eyes, so wide and shocked
before, were now narrowed with the promise of rebellion, even as she stood
there—in his cuffs.
Ah. So
bravado was her chosen defense.
Heath remembered the sweet color
of her blush at his earlier threat of hogtying her.
Lightning might strike him down
any second, but the woman intrigued him, even knowing she was Derek’s sister.
The knowledge he didn’t have to call for a cruiser to take her to booking added
a new dimension to the proceedings. Anticipation flowed through Heath. He was
going to enjoy this visit, and for way more than pancakes.
Time for his prisoner to confess
all.
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Meet the
Author
Fiona Archer
writes erotic romance filled with masterful Aussie alpha heroes and teams them
with sassy heroines who limit their submissive side to the bedroom. She lives
in sunny environs of Sydney, Australia, and is harassed by a flock of wild
cockatoos that take over the back yard each afternoon, demanding their feed.
Her favorite hobbies include watching Nathan Fillion on television, shopping
for that ever-elusive perfect shade of lipstick, and drinking iced coffee.
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