Voluptuous P.I. Savannah Reid's culinary cravings come second only to her appetite for adventure. Of course, every girl needs a little down time, and Savannah adores curling up with a box of chocolates, a steaming Irish coffee, and an even steamier romance novel--preferably one with sexy Lance Roman on the cover. But when she meets her dream hunk in person, things take a decidedly nightmarish turn.
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March 31, 2006
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Excerpt from Murder A'la Mode by G. A. McKevett
As Raff, the swarthy pirate king, pulled Lady Wimblety against him, she could feel the depth, and more impressively, the length, of his rising need, pressing against her thigh. Or it might have been his sword, she wasn ' t sure; nor did she care. She was far beyond caring. Trembling ' Lady Wimblety that is, not his fingers, because Raff the pirate king ' s fingers never trembled ' his rough, battle-scarred fingers tugged at the lacing on her bodice and '
' I wish you wouldn ' t read those stupid books when you ' re on stakeouts with me, ' Dirk mumbled as he nudged Savannah in the ribs hard enough to make her drop her paperback novel onto the sand beside her.
Swatting his hand away, she reached for the book and brushed away the wet, cold grit, making sure not to smudge the image on the cover. After all, it was the cover art that had enticed her to buy the novel in the first place.
Raff the pirate king in all of his raven-locked, bulging biceped, sapphire-eyed, burgeoning-man hooded glory had once again seduced her into forking over her hard- earned money. She had run into her local drugstore for a bottle of aspirin and come out with two paperbacks: Love ' s Tempestuous Tempest and Flickering Tongues of Flaming Passion.
She simply couldn ' t help herself; the same male model graced both covers. And whether Lance Roman was dressed ' or pretty much undressed, as the case might be ' as a ravaging pirate who was ravishing a lust-besotted gentle lady with a ripped bodice, or as a New York City fireman rescuing a damsel with scorched hair and ripped T-shirt, he was positively irresistible. If Lance Roman was on the cover, Savannah Reid bought the book. Savannah and a million other faithful, some might say fanatical, admirers.
So, when Detective Dirk Coulter, Savannah ' s friend and former partner on the police force, called and asked her to accompany him on a beach stakeout, she had welcomed the chance to catch up on her reading.
She brought Tempestuous Tempest, knowing that Dirk would never let her live down Flickering Tongues. It was the lesser of two evils.
' You ' re supposed to be keeping a heads-up with me, ' Dirk said, ' watching out for these punks. But you ' re sitting there, getting off on that junk and ignoring me. '