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Left high and dry, Aurora
now battles against her love for her missing partner. She eventually
fights her way out of the pain of abandonment when she learns that
Kai unknowingly left her with a part of himself she can love. Of
course, she’s also forced to take on another partner. Lisa Jordan
is a ditzy gal who gets under her collar at first, but soon her
chatty cheerfulness and incredible skills wins her a place on
Aurora’s best-friend list.
Then there’s the
good-looking devil, Jeff Waters, who’s the owner of the fantastic
new casino in town. He makes up his mind he desires Aurora. She’s
his type of woman, and he’s the kind of guy who’s used to getting
what he wants.
Excerpt:
Late
for work, she glanced at her calendar and a frizzle of excitement
crawled up her back. Though her expression remained somber, a smile
lit up her insides. Three months today and she still hadn’t had her
period. A girl regular as Monday preceding Tuesday, she’d never
missed before.
The
thrill of her speculation dogged her every day since Lisa had asked
her if she were pregnant. Scared to find out for sure, she kept
telling herself to wait till the end of the month. If she hadn’t
had her period by then, she’d look into it.
She
stood up and stretched. Kinks had crept into joints held stiffly to
stop more tears. The day ahead would be crazy, like all the others
since she’d started working with the chatterbox chick. Smiling, she
admitted the gangly girl had crawled under her skin and onto her list
of people who mattered.
In the
bathroom, Aurora grabbed her toothpaste and brush and began her
ritual. The mirror beckoned her to survey the damage from her past
hours of misery, and the assessment had her swearing once again it
would be the last time. Her eyelids were puffy, skin pale and the
scads of hair too long for her normal style.
What
she didn’t do was look herself in the eye—too embarrassed by her
bizarre behaviour of letting a man steal into her so deeply that he
couldn’t be shook loose. Until her conscience kicked up a fuss and
told her she was made of sterner stuff. It was the same voice that
had carried her through all the nightmares of her childhood, and had
made her into the strong-willed detective who didn’t take any shit
from any man or woman.
Fingers
gripping the edge of the counter, she leaned forward and stared.
Sapphire twins stared back, daring her to look away.
Face
it, Chicky! He just doesn’t give a fiddler’s fuck.
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