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Aurora loves her
mommy role and is fascinated by her little angel, Lily. When babies
start disappearing in Vegas, not once did Aurora ever imagine that
Lily would be one of the kidnap victims. So when the unthinkable
happens, it forces Aurora to once again partner with Lily’s daddy,
Kai, who’d previously walked out on her. This time, her heart will
be kept firmly in lock-down where it’s safely resided since he
disappeared and left her high and dry.
Almost
a year later, still heartbroken over having lost Aurora, Kai learns
he’s become a daddy. When a crazy lunatic kidnaps his baby girl,
nothing can stop him from working the case, not even Aurora’s gun
pointing at places on his body he’d like to keep intact. Hope
arises when Aurora’s lips tell him to drop dead, but her hungry
eyes plead for more of his tender brand of loving.
Excerpt:
She
knew… just like that. Kai was the only person who could unsettle
her to this extent. Anger boiled and fizzled over to fill her small
body. Slowly she stood and moved to look out the peephole.
Sure
enough, a man who resembled Kai stood leaning against the doorjamb, a
thick file of papers in one hand. An L.A. Kings cap covered a full
head of hair.
He
looked away from the door and she saw him swallow then turn. As if he
felt her eyes on him, he lifted his face and those sorry blue
dazzlers stared straight through the tiny window and into her
hardened heart. Then she noticed Cory next to him. She retrieved her
weapon from the hall table, opened the door and stood back.
Cory
moved in front of the chicken-bastard and held his hand out towards
her. “Put the gun down, Aurora. I’d planned to shoot him myself
but I listened to his story first. It’s cool, brat. Trust me.
You’ll want to hear what he has to say.”
She
leaned to the side in order to get a better aim and held back the
grin that threatened when she saw Cory scoot out the door and close
it very carefully behind him. Fucking coward!
Kai
dropped the papers on the table. “Baby—”
“Don’t
you call me Baby. You gave up that right.”
“I
know. I was talking about our daughter.”
As
if the idiot had no idea that her finger itched to pull the trigger
and pay him back for the pain he’d put her through, he stood facing
her, hands on his hips and a stubborn glare on his face.
“Where’s
your bald head?”
“Under
my hair.”
“Looks
weird. I like it better the other way.”
“So
I’ll shave it. You gonna shoot me?”
“Like
to. Just can’t decide if the satisfaction would be worth the years
in jail. It’s a tough call.”
“I
thought of you every day.”
“You’re
making it easier every time you open that lying mouth.”
“I
was undercover… deep undercover. I brought a copy of the case files
for you to read because I knew you wouldn’t believe me any other
way. Started a few days after I got back to L.A. until yesterday when
I got debriefed.”
“And
the first few days you were in L.A.?”
A
blush appeared on his cheeks that arrested Aurora’s gaze and made
her remember why this man had captured her heart when no others had
ever come close.
“I
guess I drank enough to forget my own name never mind yours. Not
proud of being such a jerk, but it’s the truth.”
“A
fucking jerk you mean!”
“I
stand corrected. You gonna put the gun away soon?”
“Just
so you know how much I hate you and how hard it is not to pull the
Trigger—”
He
interrupted, his voice harsh. “Got it!” He held his hands out at
his sides and the unspoken message let her know he understood there
would be nothing between them except a tiny human being conceived
from a night of such sweet lovemaking she’d never, ever be able to
forget.
Anger
fizzling through her, Aurora swung around and replaced her gun in the
opened drawer and then slammed it shut. “Lily’s sleeping.”
“I’d
appreciate a chance to look in on her. I promise I’ll be quiet.”
She
heard the hitch in his voice before he recovered. “As if your
promises are anything I’d believe.” Strange, she’d never heard
her own teeth grind before. It unnerved her.
Looking
at the bastard, she saw agony written on a face too thin, too pale
and sweating as if standing was taking its toll. Questions slammed
into her mind, but she bit down on her inquisitiveness, clipped the
bud of softness and started down the hall.
“One
quick peep and then you leave. If you really want a part in her life,
don’t push me. I’ll think on it and let you know the rules.
Capiche?”
A
deep opened-mouth sigh followed. In a voice choked with emotion he
replied, “Capiche.”
She
pushed the door to Lily’s room wide enough for them to enter. The
whimsical mobile of butterflies strobing soft shades of every color
imaginable around the ceiling hung over the crib, a typical present
from Auntie Lisa.
Lily
dressed in a tiny pink shirt and frilly diapers lay sleeping on her
tummy, her diapered backside up in the air and her knees curled under
her as if she were waiting for the whistle to blow to start a race.
Her
dark curls, damp with sweat, rioted around a face so pretty Aurora
still questioned how she’d ever produced such a miracle.
Standing
on one side of the crib, Aurora watched as Kai approached the other
side. The wonder written on his face spoke more than words ever
could. So did the hitch of his breath that had a noticeable sound of
a sob.
She
left him there. No way did she want to see his tears. Or let him see
hers. No goddamn way.
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