It Had To Be You
March 4, 2013 | Filed under: Stuff
I’ve showed you a pic of Detective Luke Hanover, right? From the upcoming IT HAD TO BE YOU…
Sigh. He’s pretty darn yummy, isn’t he? How about an excerpt?
Lieutenant Detective Luke Hanover had been away from the San Francisco Police Department for exactly one day of his three week leave and already he’d lost his edge, walking into his grandma’s Lucky Harbor beach house to find a B&E perp standing in the kitchen.
She sure as hell was the prettiest petty thief he’d ever come across, at least from the back since she was wearing nothing but a white lace bra and a tiny scrap of matching white lace panties.
“You have some nerve you… you ratfink bastard,” she snapped into her cell phone, waving her free hand for emphasis, her long, wildly wavy brown hair flying around her head as she moved.
And that wasn’t all that moved. She was a bombshell, all sweet, womanly curves, barely contained in her undies.
“I want you to know,” she went on furiously, still not seeing Luke, “there’s no way in hell I’m accepting your break-up message. You hear me, Teddy? I’m not accepting it because I’m breaking up with you. And while we’re at it, who even does that? Who breaks up with someone by text? I’ll tell you who, Teddy, a real jerk, that’s who– Hello? Dammit!”
Pulling the phone from her ear, she stared at the screen and then punched a few keys before whipping it back up to her ear. “Your voice mail cut me off before I finished,” she said. “You having sex in your office while I was in the building? Totally cliché. But not telling me that you weren’t planning to resign the lease? That’s just rotten to the core, Teddy. And don’t bother calling me back on this. Oh, wait, that’s right, you don’t call – you text!” She punched the “off” button on her phone and tossed it to the counter, hands on hips, steam coming out her ears. Then she thunked her forehead against the refrigerator a few times before going stock still, her head pressed to the cool, steel door.
Had she knocked herself out? Luke wondered.
“It’s just one bad day,” she whispered, still in the perfect position for him to pat her down for weapons.
Not that she was carrying – well, except for that lethal bod.
“Just one really rotten, badass day,” she repeated softly, and Luke had to disagree.
“Not from where I’m standing,” he said.
Want more? Feel free to make my day and preorder at Amazon or BN or iBooks, or wherever floats your boat. It’s coming to stores in May.
Yeah, yeah, I know. That’s still a few months away but look at it like this. It gives me lots of time to show you tantalizing pics of Luke.
Oh and before you go … I’m looking to name a dog in an upcoming book. A precious, precocious mutt. Leave me some of your fave dog names?