Write
a short, sexy message on a sticky note and stick it on his steering wheel. Are you cooking dinner? Lighten up, get silly and playful! Do a sexy dance with a frying pan, move in
for a hug and kiss. Take him out for
live music, hit the roller rink, or play laser tag. Watch sports with him. Use your cashmere scarf in a new way in the
bedroom or venture out on a shopping spree at an adult toy store. Never underestimate the effect of the “trail
of clothes” to the bedroom with you under the covers. Come up with cool
scenarios—is he a cowboy stopping by?
Try an activity that gets you into his element. How about sailing or kayaking? Pull him in
close. The experience of being out makes
it hard for him to wait for the trip home… to have you.
Blurb
Finbar
Donahue, former Army Ranger, walked on the wild side in Iraq, but now he lives
in the shadows. After his evasive partner, Les, was shot in a random drive-by,
Finn discovers cash is siphoned monthly. He fights to keep his investment
company afloat. When the late partner’s girlfriend, Amy Kintyre, applies for
his bookkeeping job, Finn suspects she knows about his company drain and hires
her.
Amy needs a nine-to-five with free evenings and weekends to get her fashion design business back on track. She unearths Les’ s secret bank account and alerts Finn. Freezing of the money laundering account sets off havoc within an Irish gang. Amy witnesses a gang fight between a brutal ISIS fundraising organization and the Irish. Desperate to escape a stalker’s crosshairs, she seeks refuge with Finn. As danger heats up, sparks fly hotter.
Amy needs a nine-to-five with free evenings and weekends to get her fashion design business back on track. She unearths Les’ s secret bank account and alerts Finn. Freezing of the money laundering account sets off havoc within an Irish gang. Amy witnesses a gang fight between a brutal ISIS fundraising organization and the Irish. Desperate to escape a stalker’s crosshairs, she seeks refuge with Finn. As danger heats up, sparks fly hotter.
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Excerpt
Amy
entered the bathroom and faced a door opposite, the entrance to the Harp Hotel
on the Lake. No wonder this bathroom was elegant. Waffle towels and an
assortment of fragrance mists, lotions, and a milk-glass, soap pump sat on a
green-marble counter next to a vintage-looking faucet. If she weren’t in a
hurry, she’d spray herself with the cologne in the shamrock container.
There
were two large stalls, and she peeked under the shiny white doors to make sure
she wouldn’t intrude upon someone. After making sure it was empty, she headed
in and hung her little handbag on a hook. About to use the toilet, she heard
muffled voices. Wasn’t she alone?
Glancing
upward, she spotted a vent. The voices came from a room in the hotel. Did she
hear strong words? She stepped onto the
toilet seat and stood on tiptoes, straining to raise herself even higher. As
she peered through the vent, she realized she was looking over a balcony and
onto a large conference room. This bathroom, on the second level of the parking
structure, was level with the hotel’s mezzanine.
About
twenty feet below, the marble floor gleamed up at her, but the scene was far
from friendly business. A half-dozen men wore turbans and black, body armor
with the Takbir insignia embroidered on them. The symbol, hard to ignore this
year, was white Arabic writing on their rolling-sand motif flag and displayed
with every hostage crisis. Flowing robes extended half-way below their shins.
The
robed men surrounded four men seated with their hands on a round table. These men
were held captive, she was certain. The two facing her wearing Claddagh rings
on their third fingers had visited Les. The rings married them, molded them
into a brotherhood. Whether they wore suits or the Levis they’d worn on their
visit, they bound together by a code of violence
and silence. For years the Waterfront
Roached remained an impenetrable and unstoppable force. Until now.
The
Irish Mafioso appearance was as easy to recognize as the Takbir terrorists. In
her hometown of Long Beach, the Waterfront Roaches went about their business in
match-match suits. The Irish Kings of Cocaine ruled the warehouse district.
After scrutinizing the backs of the other two suits, one wore a fedora
identical to the Irish mobster at the coffee shop. Next she zeroed in on the
other man with slicked back, silver hair who’d visited Les at their condo. Was an
Islamic gang taking over the Irish mob’s territory?
Fearing
they’d see her, she cringed, but the thugs were far below. Concentrating, she
tried to make out what was happening down there. She looked through the
vent. A sword gleamed upward.
Author bio and links:
Book
Buyers Best finalist Kathleen Rowland is devoted to giving her readers
fast-paced, high-stakes suspense with a sizzling love story sure to melt their
hearts. Kathleen used to write computer
programs but now writes novels. She
grew up in Iowa where she caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her
sailboat on Lake Okoboji. Now she wears
flip-flops and sails with her husband, Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there
were lightning bugs in California.
Kathleen
exists happily with her witty CPA husband, Gerry, in their 70’s poolside
retreat in Southern California where she adores time spent with visiting
grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and noisy neighbors. While proud of their five children who’ve
flown the coop, she appreciates the luxury of time to write while listening to
demanding character voices in her head.
This sounds like an intense and suspenseful read. Best wishes to Kathleen for many sales!
ReplyDeleteI totally agree with you, Mae! In characterizing the story and in wishing her lots of sales.
DeleteThanks for stopping by!
A riveting premise sure to keep readers glued to the pages.
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