A heroine for Monday

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Well, today it’s raining here. I have meatballs cooking up in the crockpot and may make some coffee cake later while I finish up editing and working on the two new books I’ve agreed to do for 2016. I’m listening to Broadway musicals (some of my fave music) and there are candles adding the scent of sandalwood to the air. But, I thought I would give y’all a snippet from one of my books. Focusing on the leading lady of the story.

I decided this one would be about Caro from Preconception.


A cop, a criminal’s twin and a cabin where anything can happen.

Carolyn Trufant has only recently discovered she has a twin. When Jasmine calls for help, she goes immediately, not willing to lose this new-found bond. Once in Atlanta, she finds herself in a succession of whirlwind events that result in a handsome cop taking her to a secure location in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. But she’s not her targeted sister. And so the secret begins.

Declan McBride is the Atlanta PD cop assigned to protect Jasmine Hoyer, a woman who drives him crazy with all her escaping and disregard for the law. After he decides to put her somewhere safe that she can’t escape from him, he finds that he’s strangely starting to like this new Jasmine.

They grow closer and endure a lot together. But what if Declan discovers she’s not quite who she says she is? And how will Carolyn cope when she finds herself having to take her new identity to a dangerous, life-threatening level?

Here is an excerpt of Cora and Declan’s time in a hospital room and how little they got along at the start:

Caro hurt. Flashes bombarded her and she jerked up at the memory of being shot. Pain smacked her and she cried out. “Want me to call the doc?” The voice—deep and, dare she think it despite the pain, arousing—had her looking to see who’d spoken. Him? He’s still here with me? Her cop. Declan McBride. He sat there, long legs stretched out before him, wearing the hell out of his uniform. Cops didn’t normally do anything for her but this one… Something different entirely. “What are you doing here?” He quirked an eyebrow. “Protecting you.” “Isn’t that how I got shot?” Okay, so perhaps that was a low blow but she wasn’t about to roll over for him. Then again, that could prove to be fun. Her mind had figured it out. Jasmine had wanted this cop to latch onto her more than originally stated. She gazed at the table and saw Jasmine’s ID. She had no intention of swinging back by soon and us doing lunch. I’m a fool. I let her dupe me.  Guilt nagged her, though. Jasmine had been alone for so long. She had to help her. Jasmine had said she had a place to hide. This may be stupid of me to continue but I promised I would help her and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. “You want the doc?” His tone was angry. “No.” “Great. Let’s go.” Her eyebrows shot up. “Go?” She looked down at her body. “Where am I going in a hospital gown?” “Doc said you could leave when you woke. You’re awake. We can go.” Not one for bedside manner, I see. She gazed beyond the window. Night had fallen. “Again. Go where?” She turned her attention to him as she waited for his answer. “Somewhere you’ll be safe.”

Safe. A word she liked. She’d never been shot before and it wasn’t an experience she cared to repeat. “I don’t have a choice, do I?” Anger darkened his blue-green eyes. “I would have no problem walking out that door and never laying eyes on you again. I have my orders.” He and Jasmine must hate one another. She left the bed and stomped over to him. He stared up at her from where he sat, his expression daring her. To do what, she wasn’t sure but she read the challenge in his gaze. “Then do it.” She dared him. Declan unfurled from the seat to stand over her. Lord, he’s big. Before, she’d been a bit too freaked to truly admire the man before her. Now, she took it all in. Took all of him in. Sixfive, broad shoulders, narrow waist. Powerful. Short black hair highlighted the chiseled, nearly harsh features. His nose had a bump indicating a previous break. Firm lips, which she—for a second only—wondered what they would be like upon hers. “I have my orders.” He raked his gaze over her. “It’s just going to be you and me. No more games. No more stealing cars, no more lies. And that includes this, ‘I’m not Jasmine’ thing you spouted.” Stolen cars? What the hell kind of person was her twin? “I need to make a call.” “To who? Your dealer?” Derision drenched his questions. She just reacted, her hand rushed toward his face. Declan snagged her wrist and jerked her close to him. Heat swirled in his eyes and she lost herself momentarily in their depths. “I do not do drugs.” Fury rocked through her. A scoff. “You won’t be where we’re going, that’s for sure. Put some clothes on or did you want to go that way?”

I had a blast writing this story and hope y’all enjoy it.

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