HOT WATER is my 5th romantic suspense and 9th published novel, and I just know you're going to love Laurie Ann and Wyatt's story. This is the second book I've set in the small Southern town of Mossy Bog on the Georgia coast.
Here's the book blurb:
Solving Mossy Bog's first fire fatality could net police
officer Laurie Ann Dinterman the promotion she desperately wants. When the
state arson investigator arrives to take over the case, Laurie Ann is assigned
to give the man everything he needs while keeping him alive. The fact he's the
sexiest man ever to hit town shouldn't make a difference.
Hot on the trail of a serial arsonist, Wyatt North demands justice for his partner, the arsonist's first victim. He'll find the murderer or die trying--no matter how distracting the tall, lithe figure of his local partner is.
As the investigation zeroes in on a suspect uncomfortably close to Laurie Ann's life, her cop instincts conflict with her feelings for Wyatt. Worse, the arsonist will do anything to protect his identity. Can Laurie Ann accept the truth in time...or will she and Wyatt go up in flames?
Hot on the trail of a serial arsonist, Wyatt North demands justice for his partner, the arsonist's first victim. He'll find the murderer or die trying--no matter how distracting the tall, lithe figure of his local partner is.
As the investigation zeroes in on a suspect uncomfortably close to Laurie Ann's life, her cop instincts conflict with her feelings for Wyatt. Worse, the arsonist will do anything to protect his identity. Can Laurie Ann accept the truth in time...or will she and Wyatt go up in flames?
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And to further whet your appetite, here's a PG excerpt featuring this romantic couple:
Laurie Ann bypassed the elevator and hit the
stairs. North’s room was on the second floor. He didn’t answer her first knock,
so she knocked harder. With each second that ticked by, her nerves pinged. Was
he even in his room? Had she lost track of him?
The chief would kill her.
She called Wyatt. Inside his room, a
phone began to ring. She didn’t know whether to be relieved or alarmed.
“Hullo.” Sleep roughened his deep
voice.
“North, I’m at your door. Lunch,
remember?”
“Lunch.” He paused to yawn. “What time
is it?”
“High noon. I’m right on time.”
He swore. “Oh, excuse me. I didn’t mean
to say that out loud. Give me a second.”
The phone clicked in her ear. She heard
rustling inside the room. A few minutes later, he opened the door, and her
heart did a funny leap. He’d donned a light pink shirt the same color as hers.
But more impressive than the shirt and
the man was the way his eyes warmed at the sight of her. He looked at her like
she was breakfast—and lunch.
“We match,” she ventured, hoping to
slow the racing of her heart.
His face twitched. “Is that a problem?
One of my sisters has this thing about matching clothes. If it bothers you, I
can change.”
“You’re fine. I don’t have a problem
with your shirt.”
“Where are my manners?” North asked,
stepping away from the doorway. “Come in.”
She noticed his tanned feet were bare.
They were nice feet with nails blunt cut and slender toes. “I’ll wait out here
until you’re ready.”
“I promise to be on good behavior.” He
reached for her hand and tugged her gently inside.
The curtains were drawn. The bedside
lamp was on. The bed was messy, clothes everywhere, and papers strewn about the
room. He moved a briefcase from the chair. “Sit. I’ll be a minute more. I had a
late night.”
“Looks like it was quite the event,”
she said dryly.
He grinned and reached for a shoe.
“Can’t help it. I’m a slob, from start to finish. No matter how much positive
reinforcement my parents provided, I developed the habit of spreading my stuff
around.”
No one would question a man lived in
this room. Maybe that was the point. “Sounds like a nesting instinct.”
“I’m not a girl.”
“I noticed.” Her cheeks heated, and she
regretted being so forthright.
“My sisters have nesting instincts. Not
me.”
Oh, dear. She’d insulted him. “I
apologize. I was thinking that in a large family, spreading your stuff around
was a way to stake out your territory.”
His eyes sparked as he stuffed his bare
feet in shoes. “Instead of peeing on the furniture?”
She groaned. “I’m going to shut up
now.”
“I’m liking this side of you,
Dinterman. You crack me up.”
She rose to leave. As long as she
cracked him up, that was okay.
Her job was to make sure he didn’t
crack up.
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Here's a Five-star review for this book as seen on Amazon:
What I like about the Mossy Bog series is that each book
concentrates on a different person in Mossy Bog, so the series never gets
stale. This one is about Laurie Ann, who made an appearance in another book,
and Wyatt, the fire investigator on the trail of a serial arsonist. There are
plenty of tense moments and some nice romantic scenes that hold the book
together until the penultimate scene when-- Oops, almost gave away the ending,
which I never do. Pick up the book and find out for yourselves. You'll enjoy a
terrific read. Highly recommended. Polly Iyer, author of MIND GAMES.
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Also, I'm hosting a giveaway at Goodreads right now for my August mystery release, DIME IF I KNOW click here to win one of the 5 copies: http://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/49112-dime-if-i-know
And in other news, Murder in the Buff is now available in print at Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Murder-Buff-Maggie-Toussaint/dp/0983361460/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1364932525&sr=8-1&keywords=murder+in+the+buff
HAPPY READING! Maggie Toussaint
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