With a murderer on the loose, Max and Olivia realize they're in too deep, too late. They're getting close to the truth - and to each other's secrets.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Rebecca York's writing as been compared to that of Dick Francis, Sherrilyn Kenyon, and Maggie Shayne. Her award-winning books have been translated into twenty-two languages and optioned for film. A recipient of the RWA Centennial Award, she lives in Maryland near Washington D.C., which is often the setting of her romantic suspense novels.
Olivia reached for Max, pulling him to her, feeling his resistance and knowing when he finally gave up fighting what he wanted. What they both wanted.
She cupped the back of his head and brought his mouth to hers in a kiss she didn’t even pretend was part of reassurance. It was all heat and fury and relief that both of them had come through the incident all right.
He made a sound deep in his throat. A sound of surrender, she decided, as the kiss changed its focus. She had been the aggressor to start with. Now he took that role, and if she had been surer of him, she would have thought that he was staking his claim on her.
He gathered her close, his hands fumbling for the belt of the robe, opening the tie and letting the belt ends drop to the side before he swept the edges of the garment out of the way.