Last Resort
Amber Malloy
Genres: Interracial/BWWM
Romance/Suspense
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Book Description:
African American socialite and bestselling crime writer Cayden Young returns to her high school stomping grounds to solve a cold case. Unfortunately, her hot business partner is in her way. In love since high school, they couldn’t work out their rich-girl, poor-boy differences. While she attempts to put the past to rest, she ends up unearthing a more than a decade-old secret that could get her killed.
Former Marine Levi Scott is ready to take over his family’s resort fulltime. The only problem is he needs to buy out his partner, who he happens to be in love with. Always on unsure footing with the wealthy beauty, he is determined to get her out of his life for once and all, and decides the best way to do so is offering to help her solve a thirteen-year-old cold case. Soon, they figure out the murderer may still reside in their posh resort town … and Cayden could be next on their list.
Excerpt:
Since the third
step always creaked under foot, he counted to ten before he flipped on the lamp
and loosened his tie.
“Holy shit,
Levi! What the hell?” She jumped while he bit back a chuckle.
“Isn’t that my
line?” Beads of water from her shower gathered on her skin. She wore a pair of
barely-there yoga shorts, and Levi could see straight through her tank top.
Round, full breasts were easy to make out beneath her stretched-too-thin
material.
“There’s no way
that event ended this early,” she scolded him.
“Forgive me for
ruining your heist … should I leave and come back to let you finish?”
Everything about the woman turned him on, starting with her messy bun and
black-framed glasses.
No rich-girl
representative or spoiled brat came to steal time in his shower spa. Instead,
the real girl next door stood in front of him. “My shower was one thing, Ms.
Young, but my last bottle of wine?”
She held onto a
bottle of Riesling, shipped from the Italian vineyard that wanted the resort to
use them exclusively. “Do you not remember telling me to stop taking wine from
the resort?”
“There’s this
thing called inventory, and if a bottle is missing,” he spoke slowly as if
talking with a child, “it is considered stolen. Much like what you’re doing
right now.” He pointed to the contraband in her hand.
“I beg to
differ. You don’t even like Riesling, Mr. Scott.” She smiled innocently. “So
what happened? Did you forget something?”
“Now that you
mention it…” Taking off his tux jacket, he threw it off to the side. “What do
you think about this couch?”
Cayden shook her
head, probably not following his line of questioning. “Heirloom? It doesn’t
really go with the décor.”
“Exactly! I
worked my ass off to make this place look … what’s the word?”
“Modern,” she
offered.
“Manly. But
we’ll go with your term. Look at this craftsmanship … dark, hardwood floors,
straight lines, and that kitchen is a work of art. I made that farmhouse table
by hand,” he bragged, glad she didn’t interrupt. “Then there’s this monstrosity
… a red velvet Victorian. And let’s not forget the piano. No one plays that
shit. Why the hell do we even have it? My mother claims it’s too valuable to
put in storage, so she leaves this crap here.”
“I’m guessing
you want to get rid of it?”
“Of course, but
you know Lydia’s weapon of choice is guilt,” he complained while rolling up his
sleeves. “I was thinking if I changed or altered it in some way, then maybe I
could tolerate it.”
“Hmmm.” She
tilted her head to the side while she relaxed her stance. “What do you have in
mind?”
“For starters,
I’m going to put you on top of it, and eat your pussy until your head explodes.
After that, we can wing it.” Levi didn’t know if she would accept his
proposition, but he didn’t anticipate the smile that slowly graced her pretty
lips.
About the Author:
Amber Malloy dreamed of being a double agent but couldn’t pass the psyche evaluation. Crushed by despair that she couldn’t legally shoot things, Amber pursued her second career choice as pastry chef. When she’s not writing or whipping up a mean Snickers Cheesecake, she occasionally spies on her sommelier. Amber is convinced he’s faking his French accent.
Amber loves to talk to her readers and can be found at www.ambermalloy.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/authambermalloy
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