It is my great pleasure to be able to share the details of my incredible CP Kari Lemor's first release. I've been fortunate enough to read the drafts of this book and know that it's just the start of an incredible series. If you're a fan of romance with a hint of suspense, be sure to jump in with the series. Pre-orders are available now and the book will be out in March 2017. Congrats Kari!!!
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UNDERCOVER
#1 in the Love on the Line series
By Kari Lemor
Published by Kensington Lyrical Underground –
March 2017
All that glitters in Miami is not
gold…
Lured in by a bad ex-boyfriend and the
moonlight of Miami, Meg O’Hara is trapped in a nightmare situation, waiting
tables for a crime boss and fearing for her life. When undercover FBI agent
Christopher Shaunessy offers her a way out, she seizes it. Getting the goods on
Salazar Moreno might not be easy, but she’ll do anything to be freed from her
servitude and Moreno’s sexual advances, even if it means moving in with the
charismatic agent.
Chris Shaunessy pretends to be Meg’s lover in
order to keep her safe, but he steels his heart against further involvement.
Passion has no place in the sordid world of organized crime. And yet, the
closer they get to cracking the case, the stronger his feelings for the
spirited waitress shine. It’s a dangerous game he’s playing, and taking Meg in
his arms for real could prove a fatal misstep . . .
Excerpt
Chapter 1
“Does that man never have a day off?” Margaret
Kathleen O’Hara grumbled, grabbing her tote bag and sarong to move
surreptitiously along the chairs by the pool. If the hotel manager saw her here
again she’d be toast. He’d more than toss her out. Threats to call the police
had been thrown at her for months now. Although in her case, that might be a
better deal.
With her eyes trained on his location and the Miami
sun beating down on her exposed skin, Meg backed along the water’s edge
attempting to leave the area before he spotted her. She needed to shower the
chlorine out of her tangled hair and change for work soon. He looked in her
direction and she rushed behind the closest object. It was six-foot-plus of
blond-haired gorgeousness. The man’s eyes were glued to something on the upper
deck. Her boss was sitting there with one of his expensive bimbos. Did Blondie
like that type? Maybe he wouldn’t notice her little game of Hide and Seek.
She leaned around him, ducking back when she saw the
Pool Nazi still present. Getting caught was not an option. She already owed
more than she could ever repay.
“Are you okay?” Forest green eyes stared down at her,
puzzled. Would he buy that she was simply looking for shade? He was big enough
to provide it.
With strong hands, he reached for her shoulders and
Meg reflexively batted them away. She got enough of people groping her at work.
Scorching curses froze before erupting from her mouth as the hotel manager
moved, staring in their direction. Her mind kicked into overdrive, scrambling
for a way to hide in plain sight.
“Sorry,” she squeaked. Grabbing the man’s head, she
planted her mouth solidly on his. Short, thick strands of hair tickled her
fingers. Firm lips yielded no resistance to the increased pressure of her
mouth. Better make this look good.
An electric current skittered over her skin causing
her heart to race. Maybe too good? Slowly he pulled her closer with his
muscular arms. Her eyes flew open and she broke the connection. His
hair-covered chest was too close for comfort. And much too tempting. Distance,
she needed distance.
Her eyes darted around, seeing no signs of the
manager. A sigh escaped. Time to make her exit as well.
“Sorry,” she mumbled again, looking up. Big mistake.
The stranger’s curious eyes captivated her. They were soft and tender and
filled with something she could…trust? If she still had any of that left in
her. His hands were gentle as they held her. A tiny smile played about the full
lips she’d brazenly kissed. She couldn’t believe she’d done it. Her mother
would be appalled. But it had worked.
The chlorine scent from the pool faded into the
background as sweat and suntan lotion wafted off the man’s damp skin. Her
stomach did cartwheels followed by a few back flips. Dangerous.
“Let me go,” she hissed as reality returned. She gave
a swift shove at his well-defined pectorals, rushing to get past, to escape
from this distraction and the possibility of being caught. Her head whipped
around at the sound of a splash and water droplets from behind. Gorgeous was
just breaking the surface of the pool. Had she pushed him that hard?
“Oops.” No time for apologies. He looked like the
forgiving type. She had to blow this joint before the Pool Nazi came back.
Grabbing her fallen sarong, she ran across the deck to hustle inside the luxury
hotel.
“Damn.”
The manager stood sentry near the front door. A crowd
appeared at her back making that way impossible. The stairwell to the left
would have to do. She’d go up a few floors then down to the side entrance. She
wrapped her sarong around her as she carried out her plan to avoid being
seen…and caught.
Meg should stop coming here to use the pool: this
proved it. Sneaking in was adding to her already hellish life but swimming
always helped work out the stress and the pool here was more accessible than
any other on the strip. Pretending she had money to stay in a place like this,
rubbing elbows with all the beautiful people, yeah, that got her through too.
She’d learned the best times to come and not be seen. Well, for the most part.
It was well worth the risk to get away from her dump of a room and its
enchanting neighborhood. She’d leave this all behind her soon. She kept telling
herself that. Had to believe it for her own sanity.
Footsteps behind her pushed those thoughts away. Her
bare feet padded silently along the lushly carpeted hallway. Heart racing, she
ducked into the ice machine alcove, her sigh echoing in the silence. She
glanced down. Her bag? She must have dropped it as she rushed off. How had she
not realized? It couldn’t have been the threat of being arrested. Or the
crooked smile of the handsome stranger she’d kissed. The one with the kind eyes
and gentle hands. No, she couldn’t allow herself to be led astray by a pretty
face. Not again.
She continued down the hall, her trip cut short when
someone grabbed her by the arm and spun her around.
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