The only thing more dangerous than passion is the truth.
Former Marine and new Sheriff's Deputy Cade Evigan is hanging onto his damaged soul—and his personal code—by a thread. His current mission? Weed out a violent motorcycle crew from a small mountain town. The problem? Katrina Killian, a woman standing firmly on the other side of the law, smack in the middle of the gang he's there to destroy. She may get under his skin, but the sultry biker has criminal written all over her. So why can't he see her like any other convict?
For two years, Katrina has been a DEA agent hiding in plain sight amidst a pack of killers, working to put an end to the gang that has terrorized her hometown. The last thing she needs is to fall in love with a man who could blow her cover—and her heart—to pieces, but Cade's become an addiction she can't break. Unable to risk either of their lives with the truth, she plays both ends against the middle to keep him safe. But lies can only last so long, and Katrina's time has just run out…
About the Author
Dee Tenorio has a few reality issues. After much therapy for the problem—if one can call being awakened in the night by visions of hot able-bodied men a problem—she has proved incurable. It turns out she enjoys tormenting herself by writing sizzling, steamy romances of various genres spanning paranormal mystery dramas, contemporaries and romantic comedies. Preferably starring the sexy, somewhat grumpy heroes described above and smart-mouthed heroines who have much better hair than she does.
The best part is, no more therapy bills!
Well, not for Dee, anyway. Her husband and kids, on the other hand…
If you would like to learn more about Dee and her work, please visit her site at http://www.deetenorio.com
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The Only Thing More Dangerous Than Passion is the Truth
By Dee Tenorio, Wendy Chen
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2014 Darlene Tenorio
All rights reserved.
The new cop was lying under a tree again.
Sheriff's Deputy C. Evigan had stormed into town and begun making friends in a big way. Four drug busts in as many days had netted him the general enmity of everyone in the Wheels of Pain motorcycle club. The damages caused by those busts all over town had probably caused the enmity of pretty much everyone else.
Now thanks to the undersheriff's bulldog arguing, twelve members of the club had spent a full five days in county lockup. While the initial charge was assault — the possession with intent to distribute charges had disappeared like magic thanks to another evidence breach — he'd managed to get disorderly conduct added for being high and fighting the officers when they'd been picked up. Again. The entire town knew the charges wouldn't stick, but it would keep those men out of everyone's hair for another few days.
Well, everyone's hair except Katrina's.
She had to haul her ass to the Municipal Center's detention building most every day to deliver any communication from her "boss." Frank Carter had run the club — and the town — ever since her delinquent uncle got himself locked up a few years ago. Katrina had the fun of maintaining Cooper's Tavern — Uncle Red Dog's shithole biker bar — until he got out. Playing lackey to Frank was Red Dog's idea of putting her in her place for running away as a teenager and the subsequent decade of silence before coming home. Red Dog had been suspicious of her claim that she had nowhere else to go — he was always suspicious — but he'd put her to work and never imagined he'd let a DEA agent right in his front door.
She smirked at that thought. It was probably better payback than her uncle realized. Dealing with Frank Carter fell somewhere below "being mauled by a pack of rabid animals" on her list of good times. But here she was, day in, day out, putting up with his shit. Because she had to, for now. The second she didn't, she'd take enormous pleasure in kicking that sadist as close to death as humanly possible and dragging his ass to jail. Until that beautiful moment arrived, she made due with whatever distractions she could find.
Thus, watching the new deputy's comings and goings.
She shouldn't have, of course. Everything about him screamed Don 't even think about it. First, he was a stranger. Unlike most people in Marketta, he wasn't born there and he didn't have family to vouch for him. Second, cops didn't exactly think highly of biker bars, and according to the gossip that was the life's blood of their small town, this cop didn't seem to think highly of anything. He didn't speak to anyone, preferring to either nod or stare at people until they left. That included Frank's men, which might have been a good thing since most of the other deputies were on Frank's payroll, but it sure made folks nervous. Rumors were already flying that he'd taken some kind of serious damage during his military years so he was likely to lose his mind and kill them all at any moment. She cringed inwardly every time she heard that particular story, even as she told herself his possible mental issues had nothing to do with her. Her orders were to keep an eye on Frank Carter and the rest of Wheels of Pain, not to get turned around every time some sexy military man walked by.
But he was hard to ignore while she waited for her visitation.
Deliciously tall, he'd let his black hair grow way too long. He'd brushed it out of his eyes and under his hat at least twice each time she'd seen him. He wasn't used to that hat, she realized pretty quick, but it seemed to be growing on him. He visibly relaxed a little every time he put it on again. Broad shoulders, long legs, and a hell of a lot of muscle made her wonder exactly what it was that brought him home from the Middle East. Nothing she could see, at least not from the window. It was tempting to get close enough to find out.
Well, tempting for her. Most other people seemed to give the big man an insultingly wide berth whenever he walked by. Just her luck, she had serious problems staying away from trouble, and this new bad-cop was definitely trouble.
She paused on the steps leading to where she'd parked her bike. In the distance, kids climbed on a play set. Shrieks of laughter carried a long way, as did the sound of parents giving warnings and probably being ignored. That was where the new guy parked himself every day, right under the big oak tree that topped the slope of grass. With all the noise, he would probably never even hear her coming. She could get a good look, satisfy her curiosity, and get the hell out. No big deal.
If anyone on Frank's payroll noticed her lingering, she could just tell Frank she was checking to see if the new guy might be someone she could work up.
Yeah, Frank would like that.
Maybe. He hated when people thought of things before he did, though it didn't happen often. Paranoid and pathological weren't adjectives she used lightly, but they sure fit Frank to a T.
Still ... She took the first step toward the park.
This is a stupid move, Killian.
The last thing she needed was to complicate her tenuous situation.
So, sooo stupid.
Because her feet began a steady stride on the sidewalk leading to the rolling green hillside surrounding the Municipal Center and she wasn't doing a damn thing to stop herself. She just wanted a better look. How much could a look hurt?
Which was what she'd always asked herself as a kid, right before she hopped on someone else's bike for a joyride.
That memory almost stopped her, but she gave a mental shrug and kept going. That was the danger to coming home. Who you really were had a sneaky way of disappearing into who you used to be.
Her boot heels sank into the rich grass, each step kicking up the fresh scent of sun-warmed, freshly watered earth. But earth wasn't what had her attention. No, that was firmly trained on the length of man stretched out where the ground had just started to slope.
Arms folded behind his head, wide-brimmed green felt hat over his face, those long legs crossed at the ankle, and his chest rising and falling evenly, he was the picture of relaxation. She slowed, allowing her gaze to trace the thick ropes of muscle where his biceps escaped the short sleeves of his brown uniform. Arms the size of anacondas, she decided, feeling a curl of inappropriate interest rise like smoke in her belly.
Six-three if he was an inch, the guy was head-to-toe muscle. His chest spread the confines of his uniform shirt so far he'd had to undo several buttons to allow his arms up like that. The fabric of his pants strained at the upper curve of his quads. She glanced briefly at the not-so-subtle bulge at his groin. Definitely not a eunuch, this one.
The smoke grew thicker ...
All too easily, she could picture herself straddling his hips and rubbing her breasts against that massive chest. Skin to skin, sweat blending together, breath coming in frantic pants ... The image was so clear she shifted to press her thighs together, holding onto the phantom sensation her imagination created completely on its own.
What would it be like, sex with a man containing so much physical power? To know he could take complete control of her anytime he wanted? She'd never considered that to be a turn-on, but a man like this? One who caught her attention without even trying? It could be something she'd be willing to test out — Until she heard the quiet click of a hammer cocking from under the hat brim.
"Seen enough?" His voice was almost painfully gritty. Like gravel over her senses, rough and abrasive. Which didn't at all explain why she liked it.
"Not really, you're still wearing clothes," she replied, since it was the truth and she always found that to be a fun novelty. "But I guess it'll have to do."
The hat lifted a little and she caught sight of one narrowed dark eye and the glint of his small handgun. Okay, then. Man with a gun and rumored post-traumatic stress disorder. Brilliant idea, traipsing up to him and ogling him while he slept. Just fuckin' brilliant.
She quickly searched for signs that he might be at all in distress. No sweating, his gaze didn't dart nervously, and most important, the gun didn't waver though she knew she'd confused him.
She smiled, deciding to go with flirty, since that hadn't set him off so far. "Do you always say hello with a nine-mil, or are you just happy to see me?" "To people who sneak up on me in this town, yes." He must have decided she wasn't a bullet-worthy threat because he applied the safety and sat up, slipping the handgun into his shoulder holster at the same time. The heavy weaponry, she noted with surprise, remained at his hip. A flat-black M45, if she wasn't mistaken. She never was, when it came to guns.
It wasn't every day you got your hands on one of those. Military issue, she assumed, though pretty sure that wasn't exactly legal, even for law enforcement. A second later, he was sitting up, still staring at her cautiously.
"Light sleeper?" she asked unnecessarily, hoping to set him at ease.
Yeah, ease probably didn't come real natural to this one. "You're not much of a talker, are you?"
Not surprisingly, he didn't respond.
"That's okay, I am." She took the fact that he kept both guns put away as a positive sign. "Mind if I sit?" Figuring it wasn't a good idea to wait until he gave her an answer, she lowered herself to the ground a few feet from him. It was a bit squishy, which she hoped like hell wouldn't ruin her leather pants. "So how have you been?"
Finally, a reaction. Katrina clapped her hands between her open knees to get the dirt and grass blades off. Definitely wet. She bit back a sigh and glanced at the man next to her.
Dark brown eyes caught just enough sunlight to turn the irises a brilliant gold as he studied her. A strong jaw, squared and shadowed with dark bristles, though he'd clearly shaved that morning. His skin was pale, as if he'd been in hiding or sick recently.
"I asked how you've been since you moved to Marketta. People treating you right?" When he still didn't say anything, she sighed. "You're this close to bruising my ego, Tiger."
His snort of disbelief made her grin. He might not talk much, but he was listening.
"Yeah, okay, my ego is pretty impenetrable, but it'd still make a girl feel pretty if you answered her questions."
"I'm fine." Sure he was. Fine people always snarled.
She decided to sound happy with that. "Was that so hard?"
His glare should have set her on fire.
"You know, you could stand to work on your people skills. Most people around town don't even know what your first name is. They just keep calling you that big fella. Even the other deputies. I heard there's a running pool on what the C stands for." If she had her usual access, she'd have found out in a heartbeat, but she was so far off the grid that local gossip was her main source of information and the town had a great big blank when it came to this particular tidbit. Call her a control freak, but she didn't like holes in her knowledge. "The big money is on Cecil, but I hope to God you didn't get saddled with that one. It's just not the kind of name you can see yourself screaming in bed —"
"You're with that biker crew, right?"
She brightened at his interruption, which made him scowl. "You been checking up on me?"
"Can't check on people I've never heard of," he scoffed, looking away from her. "The leather kinda gives it away."
She looked down, taking a second to view herself the way he would. Leather pants weren't exactly a prerequisite for bikers, she just happened to prefer them. Black tank top and only a few tattoos on her arms and shoulder. Maybe it was the matching black leather vest hanging open? Ah, well, her trainers at Quantico hadn't exactly been fond of her tastes, either. "I run Cooper's Tavern."
He lifted a sardonic brow. "You run the crew's bar?"
"Don't be so critical your first week, Deputy. You might hurt yourself." And possibly a few others. "For the record, it's not a crew, it's a motorcycle club or an MC. Most folks connected to the club wear jeans and T-shirts, just like everyone else. Shitty jeans, sure, but nobody's perfect." She let her gaze slide over his length again and bit back a sigh. Okay, so a few people were closer than most ...
"You're not with them?" He sounded so doubtful.
"With is such a subjective word, don't you think?"
She rolled her eyes. Military types were so literal. "They spend a lot of time in my bar." Like, every waking minute.
"That's a yes."
She squinted at him. "Is that how you're planning to run things? Judging people guilty by association?"
"No, but figuring out who's most likely to get me killed in this town seems like a good idea."
Ooh, that was practically an insult. He was definitely warming up. "Now why would I want to get you killed when you're so"— she ran her gaze over him again, appreciating every inch as she did —"interesting alive?" "You must have a strange definition of interesting."
"Not really." Mysterious handsome strangers would have any red-blooded woman's antenna twitching.
"You're barking up the wrong tree, lady. I'm not interested in bikers."
Lady? Her? Her brows went up this time. "You got a problem with bikes now?"
"No. I just don't associate with criminals."
"You've got the wrong hat on, then. Criminals are about all you'll be associating with in this town." The only innocent ones in Marketta were the kids in that playground.
"Drug dealers, then."
"Me? A drug dealer?" She held her hand to her chest in mock offense. "How'd you guess? Is my Ecstasy showing?"
She knew he'd expect her to be flippant, because he couldn't touch her on that score even if he'd caught her selling drugs on his front porch. Not if she was connected to the MC. Playing the part usually came easy, but his steady stare tore right through her illusion, turning the moment tense in a heartbeat. She put her hand down, dropping the artifice like the mask it was.
"You have proof of that accusation?"
She nodded, pretending to think about his expansive answer. If he wasn't careful, he was going to end up dead in his sleep.
"Let me give you a friendly tip, then. Don't let anyone else hear you say it. You never know who plays recorder for Frank." Too many did. Shop owners, county workers, the bankers, even the damn school advisors. She knew fear and desperation played a big part of it, but it still made her skin crawl when she thought about how many people around her had sold out.
She shrugged. "I'm different."
He settled his arms on his knees, his big hands falling between them so he could hold his hat and run it through his fingers. Round and round, the soft purr of the texture against his skin becoming a strangely soothing sound. "Seems to me being different around here isn't much of a good idea, either."
Hmm, that almost sounded like concern. "I'll be fine. Frank gives me some leeway as long as I keep my head down and my mouth shut when he's giving orders in my bar."
He faced her again, definite interest now.
"He doesn't have much choice. His boss told him I'm not to be touched."
"Frank Carter has a boss?"
Shit. This just got worse and worse. "The sheriff didn't brief you on this place before you came?"
"Rick Trelane gave me files when I got here, but I haven't gotten through all of it."
"You need to." Like, immediately. She should have known Clive Barrows had done nothing to fill him in — the sheriff was useless as hell — but she'd thought his former teammate would have been more thorough. "Red Dog Killian has run Wheels of Pain for over twenty years. He owns the bar they use for their headquarters. He got pulled up on a parole violation last year and he's finishing his last sentence. Frank's just holding down the fort 'til Red Dog comes back." Which, if she had her way, would never happen.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I loved this way to short story. The story was excellent; problem is that it's just a quick story, not a novella and certainly not a book/novel. Kudos to the author for her writing ability. It's far better than most. However, I'm sure she would get 5 stars and a huge fan base if she wrote a "novel". Her short stories have the potential to be great novels. Help a reader out and give us more than 67 pages (which include excerpts from other short stories)!!!
Really enjoyed this book .
Liked this book, but too much time spent trying to develop the relationship between Cade and Trina. You never got a real feel for how bad things were in the town, except for how Shana was constantly beaten. Not sure why Shana had to testify against mob considering all the evidence on the flash drive and Frank's confession. The story wrapped up too quickly. I would love for Shana and Rick to have a book and Jimmy to be Rick's biological son. Mjw
Will buy more of the Author's books. Would love one about Shana and Rick.
A quick intense read with plenty of action and suspense. Cade is content living in his isolated cabin in the woods after his multiple deployments overseas. He likes his isolation. When he's brought onboard by an old Army friend as a Sheriff to help get rid of an MC gang that's running wild in this small town, he stands tall. He's tall and broad and one heck of a presence. Katrina works for the DEA and this is her hometown, she's been embedded in the MC club, working in her uncles bar while he's in prison trying to get any info on the now head of this gang who likes to beat up his wife and will kill you just as soon as look at you. He doesn't like Katy as they call her, he tolerates her and he sure doesn't like the new Sheriff. Cade can't figure out what this woman Katy is doing in the middle of this gang. This is the basis for the story woven along this plot line. Interesting combination of characters and I liked Cade and Katy. If you like romantic suspense and toss in a nasty MC this book is definitely for you. Dee Tenorio always writes a good story. **advanced reader copy from NetGalley and Entangled for an honest review. All thoughts and opinions are my own.** second look
Retired Marine with PTSD and Undercover DEA: So Wrong, So Right My Synopsis: Cade Evigan was part of the Marine Special Ops with his buddy Rick, but now he's out & has come to help Rick clean up his hometown by becoming a Sheriff's Deputy. He's learned some hard lessons in the Marines & knows that those that are TOO helpful are usually the ones who want you dead the quickest. He doesn't know how to take Katrina's bold approaches and can't help but suspect her motives. PTSD dogs his every step and the town is wary of the new "psycho cop" in town. Katrina Killian is an undercover DEA agent working in the midst of her ruthless Uncle's MC, managing the bar in which they meet and hang out. The old-timers she grew up with are all gone now and the new batch of crew members are getting more difficult to fool by the day. Her uncle's no longer a safety net and she's being watched. One wrong move could land her in the hospital or worse. She's intrigued by Cade and finds him equal parts frustrating, sexy, and comfortable. As the times passes by, she pushes her way into his life with less and less fight. --- Hot Factor: 4 --- Why did I chose to read this book? I'm not going to lie... this one was 100% cover choice. --- My thoughts: While I cannot find a single thing wrong with this book, I found myself fighting to get it read. I was constantly distracted by even the most minute of things. Maybe it's the fact that Cade is "dead inside" and continually shutting down. I enjoy the annoyingly sassy determination of Trina though. I like how she pushes and forces him to admit things he did not even realize. For once, I actually like the heroine more than the hero. The secondary character fill the love/hate roles well. Chemistry was denied for nearly 1/2 the book, even though it was always simmering below the surface but when they came together, things got hot! The dialogue and interaction was good. There were some great catchy, witty moments. The plot was slow to get rolling but once it did, there was a sufficient amount of action, intrigue and flirtatious danger to keep you turning those pages. The climactic conflict and it's resolve were great! Most importantly, it was not predictable at every turn. --- Overall rating: 3.9 / 5.0
Katrina is an undercover DEA agent in her home town. Her Uncle used to run the bar, the town, and the drugs, but she sent him away to prison. Unfortunately there was someone willing to step right into his shoes. Katrina is just trying to get the dirt that would set Frank, and the whole MC gang to prison. Cade is a former Marine who is now a sheriffs deputy in the small town of Marketta. Cade trusts no one except his fellow Marine Rick with whom he has been to hell and back. Rick is the one who recruted him for the sheriff job. Katrina uses the excuse to follow Cade for Frank and the gang to get closer to him. Really all she wants is in his pants. These two come together in an explosion of lust and feelings. Great book. Lots of twists and turns, and it leaves you wondering if Katrina and Cade will make it through to the end. I was provided a copy of this book for my honest review.
Cade and Katrina meet in her hometown. Cade has recently been deputized for the sheriff's department and everyone is unsure of his mental state. He suffers from PTSD and has isolated himself for a couple of years to try to overcome is. Katrina meets Cade and instantly tries to get him to come out of his shell. For the most part, it works over time. Katrina is keeping the fact that she is undercover for the DEA a secret in order to protect Cade from the ruthless criminals that have overtaken the town. It was well told and the plot was interesting enough to keep me reading. It was wrapped up well and I found myself enjoying it. The epilogue still left me with unanswered questions but overall a good book.
Convicted is a sexy, gritty, exciting story that’ll keep you reading late into the night. Dee Tenorio keeps the danger – and the fantastic one-liners – coming fast and hard in this engaging romantic suspense. Katrina is one of my favorite Dee Tenorio heroines, and (given my love for Ms. Tenorio’s characters) that’s saying something. She’s an alpha female whose strength and sassiness I admired and enjoyed, but it’s her hidden vulnerabilities and big heart which really sealed the deal. Katrina goes through a hell of a lot as an undercover DEA agent and I wanted to see her succeed not only in saving the town but in finding the happiness she so deserves. Cade is every bit her equal and he too hides his pain well, but his personality is a case of still waters that run deep. He and Katrina complement one another, but there’s also plenty of friction to keep things interesting and unpredictable. The sparks that fly between the two of them from the start just get hotter and hotter as the story goes on, and I loved watching how their relationship developed. Romance aside, the fight to save the town of Marketta from the violent, drug-running motorcycle club keeps the action in Convicted moving at a quick clip. Ms. Tenorio keeps you guessing as to how Cade and Katrina (especially Katrina) will make it out alive. I loved that I was every bit as invested in the suspense side of the story as I was the romance. Convicted has a kick-ass hero and heroine, an insanely hot romance, sharp dialogue, and an intense plot – what’s not to love? I devoured Katrina and Cade’s book and I look forward to revisiting their story again and again. Note: Convicted was previously published and has been revised and expanded.Review courtesy of Wit and Sin
Cade is a bad ass. He hasn't really spoken in 2 years and he doesn't have a reason to...he likes to be alone. He wants to be alone. He is the new deputy in town, ready to take the MC down. Katrina is an undercover DEA who wants to bring down the MC who frequents her bar. She knows she should stay away from Cade but she can't. Cade thinks she's one of the "bad guys" and has no idea who she is. Great read!
I was given an ARC of Convicted by Dee Tenorio from Entangled for an honest review. I think Dee Tenorio might be my new favorite author I just have to say that I loved this book. I didn’t just think it was good for a romance novel, it was just plain good. The book was well paced, well edited, and had some killer dialogue. The characters were so well developed too. Dee clearly has a strong understanding of what it is to be marine. Her description of the personal struggles and challenges that some of the characters faced were downright visceral in the best possible way. The conflict and tension between the main characters was realistic and necessary to move the plot forward. It didn’t just exist to create sparks for the sake of sparks. And speaking of sparks. Wowza. I really don’t know what else to say. You’ll just have to read it… It was really interesting to see a female in the role of somewhat arrogant, bad guy who makes all of the advances. So often it is always a chauvinistic male making innuendos and being a bit of an jerk. And yet, we love him don’t we? I really think readers will be as intrigued as I was by the role reversal. I loved Trina’s character. She is one tough lady. I’m giving this a solid 4 out of 5 for overall awesomeness and quality of writing. I’m officially going out and buying everything else this woman has written.
I have read quite a few of Dee Tenorio's books and liked them all. This one is no exception. It was a great suspenseful story with action, humor, laughter, hot scenes, and some badass moves going on. I have to say I truly liked Katrina. She was cool as a cucumber, smooth as silk getting under Cade's skin, and fierce as a tiger defending herself. Cade was a strong Marine/deputy, hard as a rock physically and emotionally. It was fun watching them break each other's barriers. I like that it was a slow build of getting to know each other as well as their expressions, both very observant. The only thing I would have liked different was to know more. More about Cade and his background and more about their future together. I received this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
Loved this book. Cade and Katrina-Trina to Cade ,Katy to everyone else- are lost souls that not only need to be fixed but are searching for someone to love them, even though they themselves aren’t aware of it yet. Katrina is a DEA agent who is undercover in the town she grew up in trying to take down a local MC-Motorcycle Club. Cade is the new sheriff in town and is only there as a favor to his marine buddy Rick. When Trina takes an interest in Cade, things get very adventurous and deadly. I loved how in the beginning Cade couldn't stand her or anyone else but slowly and surely she broke him down and he let her into his life and heart. He really reminded me of a big old grizzly bear. Always on alert and didn’t want to let anyone get near him or too close. His reaction when Trina started to talk to him and come by his house was really amusing and hilarious because he didn’t know what to do with er her. I hated the way Trina grew up but in a way it made her stronger and without it she would never have become a DEA agent, which is something she loves very much. I liked how their relationship developed and the sex scenes were hot as hell. I am happy to say I recommend this book wholeheartedly.
Convicted is one of the sexiest suspense novels I’ve read in quite a while. It’s mysterious, hot and funny at the same time, while the story is unpredictable and the characters are just magnificent. Katrina is a fierce, strong and kickass woman. She is highly intelligent, but she’s also very funny. She’s loyal and has such a big heart. In fact, I loved everything about her character so much that I hope I could be like her. Her stubbornness, her “rage issues” , her sensitivity and her sense of right and wrong are just some of the attributes that you will absolutely adore while reading the book. Cade is such a sad and angry soul in the beginning of the book. He still suffers from the war and its effects, despite the fact that he does everything possible to ignore his pain. Like any other military man, he believes he’s got it under control and that he is ok with being lonely and intimidating. He doesn’t care anymore. Katrina changes that. One day, he is annoyed by her unyielding insistence to talk to him and the next, he has a nickname for her and cannot wait until he sees her again The story is very well written and the events flow elegantly and effortlessly. The characters are pure masterpieces. Both Katrina and Cade are amazing as individuals and as a couple. They’re both very kickass, but they are also different from each other. They compliment each other. When Cade is rough around the edges, Katrina is there with her smile and witty comments to bring him back to her playful and lively side of life. And when Katrina is in trouble, Cade is there to be her rock, to support her, protect her and defend her without a moment’s hesitation. The beginning is intriguing, while the ending is explosive - literally and metaphorically speaking - . You can’t help but love it! I consider Convicted as one of my favorite books and I strongly recommend it to any fan of Romance, Suspense and Adventure and Crime Solving and Sexy Romance. Dee Tenorio, very well done!! 5 Golden Stars go to Convicted!!
I like this author, but the story was only 67 pages. Usually i dont mind that if its a freebie, but if i pay a buck or more for it then it needs to be longer. Also i like the chemistry of the characters and the steamy scenes were fine, but two thirds of the measly 67 pages was them either talking, thinking about, or actually having sex. I like the sex, but more plot would have been a better read....(jm)
Ended to abruptly, and plot could have been developed more. But good quick read.
Happened to stumble across thisone as a sample in another book, glad I did. I look foward to reading more from her...
Good romance novel about learning to look at what is in front of you and realizing things aren't always what they seem.
i only wish there was more to it. I would have loved to have kept reading this story.