Private investigator, Justine Damaris, had her heart shattered when Reed Burkett told her their one-night affair was a mistake. Now he's back with the news that the child his scheming high school sweetheart claimed was his--isn't. To complicate matters more, the boy is not the sweetheart's child either.
Justine would like nothing better than to throw Reed out of her New Orleans office, but her father has disappeared and left her with all his debts--including the seventy-five thousand dollars he owes a loan shark. When Reed tells Justine to name her price, she sets the fee at hundred thousand dollars. To her surprise, he readily agrees.
Reed would pay any price to win back Justine's heart. He knows he was wrong to let his fear of commitment stand in the way of their love. What neither of them counted on was the price of love might be their lives.
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Rebecca Vinyard, has FIVE novels in release with Awe-Struck ebooks, AWAKENING, JOURNEY, THE PICKPOCKET, SINFUL RAIN, and THE TAMMING OF THE TIGER.Writers, look for Vinyard's non-fiction book, THE ROMANCE WRITERS HANDBOOK, at your favorite bookstore. Vinyard is a member of EPIC and the Dallas chapter of the RWA. Visit her site for writers at http://romance-central.com or her personal site, http://rebeccavinyard.com.
"Sinful Rain is fast-paced and exciting. This enthralling murder-mystery, with its cast of colourful and menacing characters, unravelling throughout the build up of a heart-warming romance is certain to find its way to your favourites shelf. Rebecca Vinyard's books fall into many different genres, always keeping her readers pleasantly surprised. This reader is curiously looking forward to her next release."Naomi -- Fallen Angel Reviews
"More than a romance, this is a tale of compassion for a little boy who can't or won't talk and the efforts to win his trust. Each page you turn deepens the mystery of his identity, Justine's missing father, and who is behind the suspicious death of Dixie Dupree. Highly recommended for any reader who enjoys variety and tales with well-written subplots involving intriguing characters whose motives drive the story. A fun read."Anne K. Edwards
Still shaking his head, he began to prowl up and down the narrow aisle that separated the sofa from its twin on the opposite side. "I don't like it," he said at last. "I don't like the thought of you being alone when someone out there wants to hurt you."
"We don't know someone's out to get me and besides, I can take care of myself." He tossed her a dubious glance. "I've got my gun." She patted her purse.
"Have you ever shot anyone?"
"Do you think you shoot well enough to do it?"
"It's been a while since I've practiced," she admitted, "but I'll be careful."
"Careful," he echoed flatly. "Hell of a lot of good that will do if the bastard decides to jump you from behind like he did at Roy's."
She huffed and leaned back in the seat with folded arms. "You're starting to sound like ol' Fletch. I am not some helpless, pitiful female."
"I never said you were!"
He paused in his pacing for a minute to glare at her, then collapsed onto the other couch, dragging his hands over his face. "Why are you so stubborn?"
"I thought you admired my stubbornness."
"Not if it gets you killed." His voice was muffled behind his hands.
She laughed, then crawled off her seat to kneel between his knees. Resting her hands on his thighs she said, "It'll be all right, Reed. Really."
He peeked at her from between his fingers as she smiled up at him. "Swamp witch," he muttered. "Loving you is going to be the death of me, that's for sure."
She froze. "What did you say?"
He froze too. The moment hung suspended in time; an eternity passing before Reed stirred. "I said, you're going to be the death of me, but I think I have a solution to our current problem."
"What solution?" she murmured. She felt both elated and disappointed and it was a struggle to say anything. He'd said he loved her, but he wouldn't admit it, damn him!
"I'll hire a bodyguard."
She gaped at him. A bodyguard? "Oh, Reed, for the love of--"
He put a finger over her lips. "It's either that, or I turn the plane around. Take it or leave it, cheré."
Justine pushed his hand away. "You call that a choice?"
"No, I call it saving my sanity and protecting your sweet ass at the same time."
He reached down to grab her elbows and ease her into his lap. She didn't resist. The way he looked at her now, with such love and tenderness in his eyes, there was no way she could deny him anything.