Trap 'N Trace(Federal K-9 #4)
by Tee O'Fallon
ebook, 400 pages
Published June 15th 2019 by Entangled Publishing, LLC (Amara)
ISBN1640638989
For wealthy socialite Katrina Vandenburg, business meetings and charity galas are all part of her orderly, structured world—one that gets blown to hell after finding two dead bodies in the same day. The police think she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. FBI Special Agent Dayne Andrews thinks otherwise. Dayne and his K-9, Remy, are tracking a cold-blooded killer, and that trail...leads straight to Kat.
Kat and her rescue shelter—the Canine Haven—are the only common denominators between the murders, and Dayne is convinced she’s dead center in the killer’s sights. Protecting her will test every ounce of his steely resolve. She’s the most intriguing woman he’s ever met. And everything he shouldn’t want. Too bad neither of them seem to have gotten the memo.
And they need to focus on catching a killer now more than ever. Because if Dayne and Remy fail in their mission, nothing will stand between Kat and the killer’s deadly blade.
Excerpt:
What he ought to do was a quick one-eighty and hightail it back down the stairs. That message never made it from his brain to his feet. The next thing he knew, he stood at the edge of the bed. When he sat, the mattress dipped, and her eyes snapped open. A flash of fear flickered in her eyes, dissipating when she realized it was him.
“You okay?” he asked, taking in her red-rimmed eyes and the fresh stream of tears. Those big, sad tears were his undoing. He cupped her face with one hand, stroking her thick, silky hair with the other. She covered his hand with one of her own, clutching his tightly. The trembling increased to the point where Remy padded to the edge of the bed, resting her head on the mattress and watching Kat from sympathetic canine eyes.
“I just c-can’t believe she’s gone,” Kat sobbed. “This sh- shouldn’t have happened. It shouldn’t have.”
“Shh,” he whispered, continuing to stroke her hair and trying not to think about how soft it was beneath his rough fingers. The trembling worsened, and her sobs became louder. He didn’t know what it was—instinct or fear—that if he didn’t do something and do it post-haste, she’d drown in her own tears. Or maybe it was the immense tug on his heart that made him do it.
Dayne gathered her in his arms, rocking her gently while she cried, rubbing her back in slow, easy circles. With every breath, he inhaled her pretty, flowery scent into his lungs. Slim arms wrapped around his back, clinging to him like he was a human lifeline. They stayed that way for several minutes, until her sobs quieted.
He eased her back to the mattress, intending to disengage, but she held fast, forcing him to the mattress alongside her.
Their mouths were only inches apart, and Dayne’s resistance deserted him in less than a second. Warm breath fanned his face. He lifted his hand and rubbed her cheekbone with the pad of his thumb, savoring the softness of her skin. With a groan, she rested her forehead against his. The movement pressed her breasts to his chest, sending streaks of lightning straight to his groin. I’m in deep shit. And getting deeper.
When she tilted her head, their lips grazed. He was sure the contact was unintentional, but he didn’t move one single, freaking muscle. Every part of his body froze like a block of ice. Yep, even that part.
Like the idiot he was, he found himself wondering how soft her lips would be if he kissed her. For real and not by accident. The need to find out pounded in his brain.
He tilted his head a fraction of an inch. When their mouths made contact again, he had his answer.
They were softer and sweeter than he could have imagined.
What he ought to do was a quick one-eighty and hightail it back down the stairs. That message never made it from his brain to his feet. The next thing he knew, he stood at the edge of the bed. When he sat, the mattress dipped, and her eyes snapped open. A flash of fear flickered in her eyes, dissipating when she realized it was him.
“You okay?” he asked, taking in her red-rimmed eyes and the fresh stream of tears. Those big, sad tears were his undoing. He cupped her face with one hand, stroking her thick, silky hair with the other. She covered his hand with one of her own, clutching his tightly. The trembling increased to the point where Remy padded to the edge of the bed, resting her head on the mattress and watching Kat from sympathetic canine eyes.
“I just c-can’t believe she’s gone,” Kat sobbed. “This sh- shouldn’t have happened. It shouldn’t have.”
“Shh,” he whispered, continuing to stroke her hair and trying not to think about how soft it was beneath his rough fingers. The trembling worsened, and her sobs became louder. He didn’t know what it was—instinct or fear—that if he didn’t do something and do it post-haste, she’d drown in her own tears. Or maybe it was the immense tug on his heart that made him do it.
Dayne gathered her in his arms, rocking her gently while she cried, rubbing her back in slow, easy circles. With every breath, he inhaled her pretty, flowery scent into his lungs. Slim arms wrapped around his back, clinging to him like he was a human lifeline. They stayed that way for several minutes, until her sobs quieted.
He eased her back to the mattress, intending to disengage, but she held fast, forcing him to the mattress alongside her.
Their mouths were only inches apart, and Dayne’s resistance deserted him in less than a second. Warm breath fanned his face. He lifted his hand and rubbed her cheekbone with the pad of his thumb, savoring the softness of her skin. With a groan, she rested her forehead against his. The movement pressed her breasts to his chest, sending streaks of lightning straight to his groin. I’m in deep shit. And getting deeper.
When she tilted her head, their lips grazed. He was sure the contact was unintentional, but he didn’t move one single, freaking muscle. Every part of his body froze like a block of ice. Yep, even that part.
Like the idiot he was, he found himself wondering how soft her lips would be if he kissed her. For real and not by accident. The need to find out pounded in his brain.
He tilted his head a fraction of an inch. When their mouths made contact again, he had his answer.
They were softer and sweeter than he could have imagined.
About the Author:
Tee O’Fallon has been a federal agent for twenty-three years, and is now a police investigator, giving her hands-on experience in the field of law enforcement that she combines with her love of romantic suspense. Tee’s job affords her the unique opportunity to work with the heroic men and women in law enforcement on a daily basis. Besides writing, Tee loves cooking, gardening, chocolate, lychee martinis, and all creatures canine.
Tee is the author of the Federal K-9 Series and the NYPD Blue & Gold Series. Visit www.teeofallon.com to sign up for newsletters, contests, and to keep tabs on Tee’s latest releases, including her next novel, Armed 'N' Ready, Federal K-9 #2
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Sounds interesting! I love a good suspense. Thanks for sharing the excerpt.
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