A Guilty Affair

A Guilty Affair

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by Maureen Smith
     
 

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Journalist Riley Kane has long suspected that the death of her fiancé, Trevor, a San Antonio police officer, was not a simple accident. The only person who can uncover the truth about Trevor is his former partner, Noah Roarke. But thoughts of Noah fill Riley with guilty longing.

Noah kept his distance from beautiful, tempting Riley while Trevor was alive. Now

Overview

Journalist Riley Kane has long suspected that the death of her fiancé, Trevor, a San Antonio police officer, was not a simple accident. The only person who can uncover the truth about Trevor is his former partner, Noah Roarke. But thoughts of Noah fill Riley with guilty longing.

Noah kept his distance from beautiful, tempting Riley while Trevor was alive. Now she's back, in his office...and in his arms. Blindsided by the heat that surges between them, Noah tells himself that the sooner he helps Riley find closure, the sooner she can leave town. But getting her out of his system--and out of his heart--won't be that easy....

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781460314821
Publisher:
Harlequin
Publication date:
02/15/2013
Series:
Harlequin Kimani Romance Series
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Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
224
Sales rank:
128,781
File size:
420 KB

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When Riley Kane left San Antonio three years ago, she swore she'd never return.

In a moment of sheer desperation, she'd packed her bags and driven halfway across the country, hoping to give herself a chance at a new life—and the chance to make new memories.

Memories that didn't torment her with images of Trevor. Trevor, laughing and teasing her as they wrestled over the last slice of pizza. Trevor, broad shoulders swaying as he sauntered across a bustling police station to greet her with a kiss.

Trevor, gunned down in an alley forty-six days before their wedding.

Although time had softened the pain of his death, the nightmares that plagued Riley were as sharp and vivid as ever. And the same memories that had driven her away from home were the same memories that ultimately lured her back.

She wanted answers. And this time, she would not leave without them.

Which was why she was parked outside a private detective agency at eight o'clock at night, trying to work up the courage to leave the safety of her car and face the man inside the nondescript building.

Noah Roarke. Trevor's best friend and former partner on the police force.

A man who'd made it perfectly clear to Riley that he wanted nothing to do with her.

She closed her eyes for a moment, her hands tightening reflexively on the steering wheel. Even after all these years, Noah Roarke's aversion to her remained a mystery. He and Trevor had been friends since childhood. They'd attended the same college, graduated from the police academy at the same time, and had been assigned partners. As Trevor's girlfriend—and then fiancée—Riley had always hoped, and expected, that she and Noah would become friends. After all, they had the most important thing in common: their love for Trevor. But despite her efforts to reach out to Noah, he'd always treated her with polite reserve, making it clear he didn't share her desire for a friendship.

At Trevor's funeral, Noah could barely look at her. It was she who'd approached him after the service to thank him for the beautiful eulogy, which she knew had been as heartrending for him to deliver as it had been for her to hear. She'd wanted to comfort him, and a part of her had wanted to be comforted in return, to be held and told that everything would be okay. Instead they'd stood at the graveside—not touching, not speaking, regarding each other with the awkwardness of strangers, instead of two people who'd lost a mutual friend.

The memory of that strained encounter had haunted Riley for the past three years, surfacing at the oddest moments, and lingering in her mind longer than it should have.

And speaking of lingering too long!

Riley heaved a deep sigh and frowned at the digital clock on the dashboard. She'd spent nearly half an hour inside her Toyota Avalon, her stomach tied up in knots, trying to convince herself she was doing the right thing by coming to Noah. He was the only one who could help her find the answers she sought. He was the only one who could help her find closure.

And the sooner she could put the past behind her, the sooner she could get on with her life.

Without giving herself another chance to reconsider, Riley cut off the ignition and opened the door. As she stepped from her car, a gentle breeze caressed her face, stirring tendrils of hair that had escaped from her ponytail. One thing she'd always appreciated about summers in San Antonio was that no matter how sweltering the days were, the cool, breezy nights always provided a welcome reprieve. It was one of many things she'd missed about home.

She walked up to an old single-story brick building that had once housed a print shop, a real estate office and a family-owned travel agency. The name of the current tenant was painted in white lettering on the plate-glass window—Roarke Investigations, Inc.

Riley could see through the miniblinds that the reception area was mostly dark, save for a solitary lamp perched atop the large reception desk. Knowing that the agency was closed for the day, she tried the glass door anyway and was surprised to find it unlocked. She stepped inside the building and took a quick glance around. The tastefully decorated room with its rustic pine furniture, lush potted plants and papaya-colored walls was not what she'd expected to find in a private detective agency.

Stepping further into the office, Riley called out, "Hello? Is anyone here?"

There was no answer. But from somewhere down the narrow corridor, she could hear the low whir of a machine. She hesitated, wondering if she should just wait until someone emerged to help her. She knew Noah, at least, was back there. Before heading out to Roarke Investigations that evening, she'd called Noah's direct line, remembering what a workaholic he'd always been. She was counting on him being at the office after hours, burning the midnight oil. When he answered the phone, she'd hung up without a word and hightailed it over there, praying he wouldn't leave before she arrived.

Afraid she might lose her nerve if she waited around a second longer, Riley started down the corridor, following the whirring noise to an office located near the end of the hallway, where light spilled from the half-open doorway. The brass nameplate on the wall read Noah Roarke, Licensed Private Investigator.

Drawing a deep, steadying breath, Riley pushed the door open all the way.

Noah Roarke sat behind a large oak desk littered with files. His back was to the door as he fed papers into an old shredder that had likely seen better days. The machine was so loud he didn't even hear Riley enter the room.

Not wanting to startle him while he was at the mercy of the paper shredder but seeing no other alternative, she said, "Noah."

He spun around, and those dark, deep-set eyes she remembered so well widened at the sight of her.

"Riley?"

She mustered a half smile. "Hello, Noah. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Paper shredder all but forgotten, Noah Roarke slowly rose to his feet, staring at her as if she were an apparition. Riley had almost forgotten how tall he was. Six-three, with a lean, muscular physique he'd honed while on the police force and maintained four years after leaving it. He wore charcoal-gray trousers, a white broadcloth shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and a silk tie that hung loose around his collar, as if he'd been meaning to remove it but hadn't gotten around to it yet. How had she forgotten how incredibly broad his shoulders were? Or how rich and smooth his chestnut-brown skin was?

As Riley gazed at him, she became aware of a slight tension building in her muscles, tiny hairs rising on the back of her neck. She quickly dismissed the odd sensation, attributing it to nerves and fatigue. After all, she was still recovering from her twentyfour-hour drive from Washington, D.C. She needed a whole lot more than the two hours of sleep she'd allowed herself that afternoon before taking a shower and heading out there.

Finally Noah seemed to find his voice, and the deep, husky timbre of it roused Riley from her silent musings. "How did you get in here?"

"The front doors were unlocked," she told him, somewhat apologetically. "I called out, but you didn't hear me." A smile tipped one corner of her mouth.

"You must be losing your touch, Roarke. There was a time no one could sneak up on you, not even a cat tiptoeing on feathers."

He barely cracked a smile, his dark gaze intent upon her face. "What're you doing here, Riley?"

"In San Antonio, or in your office?"

"Both."

Though he hadn't offered, she walked over to one of the visitor chairs across from his desk and sat down, hoping Noah would follow her lead. For some reason, she thought he might be less!overpowering if he were seated.

He remained standing. "I took a leave of absence from work," she explained, folding her hands in her lap. "I'll be home for two months. I'm staying at my parents' house."

Although Noah's expression didn't change, Riley had the vague impression he wasn't terribly thrilled about the news.

"Is everything okay?" he asked quietly.

"My family's fine, if that's what you're asking. In fact, my parents are vacationing in Hawaii, and my grandmother will be celebrating her seventy-fifth birthday in a few weeks. She sends her warm regards, by the way."

This, finally, brought a smile to his face. Noah and Florinda Kane had met at Trevor and Riley's engagement party four years ago. Riley's grandmother had taken an instant liking to Noah and had spent the entire time introducing him to every single woman at the picnic, then dismissing each prospect as "unsuitable" or "not good enough" for him. When she wasn't playing matchmaker, she'd flirted shamelessly with him—much to Riley's chagrin. But Noah had been a good sport about it, indulging the old woman's antics with a warmth and relaxed humor that Riley and her mother, watching from across the yard, had found endearing.

"Tell your grandmother I said hello," Noah said now.

"I will," Riley agreed, "if you'll do me a favor and sit down. I swear I'm getting a cramp in my neck from looking up at you, Noah Roarke."

His mouth twitched as he lowered himself into his chair. "How's that?" he murmured.

"Better," Riley said, wondering if it really was. Because now that they were almost at eye level, she couldn't help but notice just how handsome he was, with his granite-hard cheekbones, square jaw and slightly crooked nose—broken during a training exercise at the police academy. Before she could stop herself, her gaze dropped to his lips, and she realized that she had never really looked at them before, never noticed how beautifully sculpted they were, never noticed just how lush and sensuous his bottom lip—

Shocked by the direction of her thoughts, Riley forced herself to look away, anywhere but at Noah. What in the world was wrong with her?

Meet the Author

Maureen Smith has enjoyed reading Harlequin romances ever since she was thirteen years old, when she used to sneak books from her mother's endless supply and devour them in one day. Those romantic, heartwarming stories made her realize that there was something quite extraordinary about two people meeting and overcoming all odds to be together. Hence, a romance novelist was born.

At the age of seventeen, she penned her first novel, a tender young adult romance entitled Love and War. As to the book's literary merit, Maureen pleads the Fifth!

Maureen received a BA in English from the University of Maryland, College Park and worked as a freelance writer while she wrote her first romantic suspense novel. To her delight, was nominated for a Romantic Times Reviewers' Choice Award and an Emma Award for Favorite New Author. Ghosts of Fire also won the Romance in Color Reviewers' Choice Awards for New Author of the Year and Romantic Suspense of the Year. Maureen's second novel, With Every Breath, was also nominated for a Romantic Times Reviewers' Choice Award, and garnered four Emma Award nominations in the categories of Favorite Hero, Favorite Romantic Suspense, Author of the Year and Book of the Year.

Maureen lives in San Antonio, Texas with her husband, two children, a cat and a miniature schnauzer.

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Guilty Affair 3.9 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 55 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Emotions and thought process's of the Characters were kind of all over the place. Probably wont read it again nor recommend it to my friends.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Riley Kane suspects the death of her fiancé Trevor was not what it seemed. Trevor was gunned down in the line of duty or so we're led to believe. Riley, however can't come to terms with Trevor's death and feels there is more that went down that day. Riley shares her beliefs with Noah. Although he is reluctant to admit it, he begins to look into his friends death.~~~~~~~Noah Roarke has been in love with Riley since the moment she rear-ended him in the police station parking lot, but he has suppressed his feelings for his best friend's fiancée. When Riley comes looking for his help, he struggles to keep Riley at arms length, and even though Trevor is dead, he still feels guilty for wanting Riley and distances himself from her even though it hurts his heart to have to push her away.~~~~~~~Maureen Smith's sequel to 'A Legal Affair' is wonderful romantic treat! Filled with emotional tension, drama, and enough lust to set the pages a blaze, it is a quick paced page-turner that will definitely delight readers. Noah brings enough sex appeal to the table for any woman, and Riley fends him off with great difficulty and made me wish I had this gorgeous private detective teaching me the fine arts of pool! Talk about a HOT and STEAMY love scene, he could teach me to play anytime/anywhere. The interaction between these two makes for a great tale and the secondary characters aided in adding more spice and interest to the tale. They stay in the background, yet lend enough plot to keep you wanting more.~~~~~~~This book brought tears to my eyes due to the unrequitted love of Noah for almost 5 years and then the guilt both Noah and Riley felt for feeling a desire they felt they had no business feeling for eachother because of Trevor being her fiancé and his best friend. And it had me LOL at some of the humorous situations and antics throughout the novel. Mrs. Smith has written yet, another tale that flows flawlessly. And I hope to read more about the Roarke family and their circle of friends. A very romantic and intriquing read!
Guest More than 1 year ago
It was a great book. I enjoyed reading it. I could tell that the main characters had a lot of love for one another. The reason I couldn't give this book 5 stars is because they mention Trevor way too much in the book. I was tired of hearing his name.
Anonymous 12 days ago
I love reading murder romance mysteries. This book did not disappoint, and kept me engaged. Can't wait to read my next Maureen Smith book.
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Very good but any way u want it is better
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love Maureen Smith. I have read several of her books. They were all great sexy reads!!! Check them out and you'll see.
Cherokee More than 1 year ago
Nice story.
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Loved this book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was the first book I read by Maureen Smith and it definitely made me go back and read more of her books! I enjoyed the affair series and the rest of them were not a disappointment they were just as good but this is my favorite one from the affair series!
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Loved every moment of this book
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