Detective Blake Knight has been undercover before. But an assignment to bust a steroid ring running out of Dallas’s elite male strip club means his new cover will be nothing but his own taut muscles and oiled skin. It’s one thing for the tough, by-the-books agent to take down bad guys with his gun. Facing a rowdy crowd in only a G-string is another story . . . especially in front of his new boss, gorgeous, mysterious Reese Landon.
Her father’s club and shady business practices bring back terrible memories for Reese. But when he’s shot and goes into a coma, she vows to protect him the way he never did for her. That means keeping the police at a distance—especially sexy, driven Detective Knight. If she has to give him a cover job, it would be a crime not to put that glorious ass on stage. But no matter how good he looks in a Velcro uniform, she can't trust him, or give into the undeniable heat between them. They're both chasing the truth. And it might expose more than either wants to show . . .
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Undercover agents were no one and everyone. The job created and erased your identity so many times you forgot who you were. What you believed. Your sole focus — your mission, because without it, you disappeared entirely.
And right now, Detective Blake Knight needed to be invisible.
He pressed his back against the enclosed parking lot's concrete wall, slid his Glock from its shoulder holster and snapped it to his chest. Outside the glassless windows, the night thinned toward a chilly gray. The acrid smell of rust, stagnant water and diesel permeated the dank space, his sinuses and his bones. His heartbeat banged against his eardrums.
The street lamps still glowed, but Dallas brightened into something resembling morning. Not that it made any difference. Blake's undercover work existed in shadows where only drug busts, takedowns and bookings marked time's passage. And his time on this opiate-ring case ended once he nabbed its leader, Dennison "Dez" Prandel.
"Dez?" he called in a loud whisper.
"Jesus. That you, Snake Eyes? Where the hell were you tonight?"
Sharp steps echoed, staccato, in the empty space. Blake shoved down the anger rising from his gut. He ignored the hard, cold air pricking his neck and focused on the job. Time to put away this scumbag, whose lethal heroin mix claimed twelve lives this month, part of the steady drip of drug crimes shooting through Dallas's veins.
Taking Dez off the streets wouldn't solve the problem. For Blake, it wasn't just about putting away one criminal at a time, but battling the worst side of human nature. "Yeah. You alone?"
Dez's shadow twitched on an opposite column, tall and skeletal. Did he have his .44 out? "Blasted that motherfucker chasing me down Third."
Pain exploded in Blake's chest. Craig Lanigan. Thirty-three. Six years in uniform, one with narcotics. Blake's finger tightened on the trigger. Time to even up the score.
"Holy fuck, that was close." Dez half-snorted, half-laughed. A lighter clicked, then a long exhale followed three quick puffs. "Don't know what happened to his partner."
Blake strode from around the corner and pointed his Glock dead at Dez's chest. "He's right here."
"Whaaa —?" Dez's cigarette tumbled to the grimy floor in a shower of red-yellow sparks. Shock widened his pale eyes, and he eased back a step.
"Face down and spread 'em!" Blake barked. He widened his stance and braced, taking up every inch of space. The world even. This bastard was going nowhere.
Dez's head jerked sideways, and his lashes blinked rapid-fire. A tremor ran through his mind, erupting from deep within as he finally understood, finally saw Blake after all. "You — you're a cop."
Yes. A fucking good one. "Down on the ground!"
Dez's jaw clamped and something hard and lethal flashed on his face. He wanted to draw on Blake.
Come on, asshole, Blake thought, staring back, almost hoping he tried. Danger didn't bother him; he ate it with a spoon.
Then tires squealed, and a blue van barreled between them. Once it flashed past, Blake glimpsed the back of Dez's leather jacket vanishing down the stairwell.
Adrenaline grabbed hold of his body. He blasted after his quarry and plunged down the stairs, boots skimming over treads, in full-on hunt mode. Blake had his prey in his sights and was closing in, readying for the moment he'd have him pinned down and in his control. The smell of blood raged at the back of Blake's nose. A victory roar built at the bottom of his gut.
Jesus, he loved this feeling.
A shot whistled by his ear. Blake ducked, then flung himself back in pursuit. How many floors left?
His heart battered against his rib cage.
Dez's footsteps drummed, faster and faster.
Now one floor.
Only a couple more feet before Dez reached the outside door and joined the morning rush hour's start. Civilians. Innocent lives.
"Halt, or I'll shoot!"
Dez grabbed the door bar.
Without pausing, Blake raised his gun and fired.
"Ahhhh!" With a twisty jerk, Dez careened sideways. He staggered, bounced off a wall, then crumpled to the floor, holding his shoulder.
Blake kicked Dez's gun away and shoved his boot in his back. Hard. "Arms and feet spread," he commanded.
Dez hauled his limbs into spread-eagle position. Red bloomed on the concrete beneath him. Blake brought his walkie-talkie to his mouth and called dispatch, his world back in order ... until the next assignment ... his next identity.
Four hours later, after waiting for Craig to emerge from surgery, Blake perched on a chair's edge across from his boss. His fingertips burned where they touched the steaming mug clasped between them.
Captain Dillard, a ruddy man in his midfifties, sat behind a bed-sized desk signing paperwork. "Good work, Blake," he said without lifting his head.
Blake's mind flashed to Craig, stabilized and expected to make a full recovery. With an officer down, though, he hardly deserved praise.
His superior's eyes rolled up beneath a wiry tangle of eyebrows. "Your father would be proud."
That caught Blake with a warmth that almost hurt. From a young age, he'd wanted to become a cop like his old man. One of the good guys. Yet he'd failed Craig.
"I hope so, sir."
Captain Dillard pulled off his reading glasses. "You've probably heard Meyers is retiring from Texas DPS Criminal Investigations."
Blake stiffened. His father's former unit.
"I've recommended you, but some of the longtimers are skeptical. They say you're too young, rash. Not seasoned enough to trust. Officer Lanigan's shooting confirms their doubts."
Captain Dillard paused and watched Blake, his face immobile. In the silence, a faint wind struggled against the precinct's windows. Traffic hummed in the distance. Blake imagined the unheard noises. The stealthy drug transactions: drawn guns, cash and drug exchanges, junkies begging for their next fix, an overdosing addict drawing her last breath.
"You need to prove yourself," Captain Dillard continued. "Might have just the case for you to do it, but it'll be your only chance at the promotion."
Blake set down his mug and leaned forward, knees jittering. His thumb traced the engraved edges of a St. Anthony medal in his pocket: patron saint of the lost.
The captain yanked open a drawer, pulled out a thick folder and dropped it on his cluttered desk. "A steroids ring. The biggest Dallas has ever seen. And deadly. Last night, someone shot one of our informants and put him in a coma."
"Was he compromised?"
Captain Dillard's eyebrows pulled together, and he clasped his hands atop his head. "You need to find out. The case might even cross state lines, though that's only speculation. I'm putting you in charge. Bust this group and the promotion's yours. But you play by the rules, no improvising, no stunts ... every "t" crossed and "i" dotted ... you got me? Mess up, and you'll never get another shot."
Determination rammed up Blake's spine, locking each vertebra as he stood. He'd devoted his career, his life, to achieving this opportunity. No way would he screw it up. "Yes sir. Where's the target? An athletic outfit? Gym?"
The corner of the captain's mouth twitched, his eyes lighting with amusement. "Ever heard of Dallas Heat?"
Blake stared at him. Puzzled. Strange name for a gym. "No sir."
"It's a male strip club," Captain Dillard said through a grin.
That pulled a hard crack of laughter out of Blake. "Good one, Captain."
The smile disappeared, and Captain Dillard's eyes sharpened into a glower. "This some kind of joke to you, son?"
Silence descended again, a small one this time. Sweat beaded Blake's brow. "No sir."
"You disapprove?" One eyebrow rose.
Blake shook his head and hid his misgivings.
"Good." Captain Dillard shuffled through some papers then shoved the lot at Blake. "We're calling it Operation Juiced."
"Thank you, sir." Blake scooped up the stack, turned on his heel and strode across the room, mind in overdrive. How the hell was he going to prove himself to the DPS higher-ups while undercover in a male strip club? He could already hear the jokes coming.
The captain's amused voice stopped Blake at the door.
"Oh, and — uh — better grab a G-string." Captain Dillard's chuckle emerged, as rusty and startling as an old chainsaw. "You start tomorrow. Code name: Hot Cop."
And there was the first joke.
"Yo, Reese!" shouted a glistening, near-naked man over the screeching women swarming Dallas Heat's stage.
Reese Landon paused inside the male strip club's entrance and waved at Nash Hawkins, the joint's hottest dancer. Her eyes widened at the sexy outfit barely covering his banging body: a black cowboy hat, boots and ass-less leather chaps.
Every cord, tendon and muscle seemed carved from marble. Her lips quirked. Marble with a spray tan. And baby oil, she amended. Every cowgirl's fantasy; a damn masterpiece. One you could touch ...
Dallas's elite male revue aimed to please.
A slow R & B tune throbbed inside the inviting, neon-lit space. The sensual sound wove through the warm, musky air and pulsed off its polished floors and mirrored walls. A sea of dollar bills waved overhead.
Home sweet home.
Reese zigzagged through the horde, light-headed. Being here again, after all this time, squeezed the strength right out of her, squashed it into a wad and tossed it away.
Nash leapt off stage, earning a protest from his fans, and grabbed Reese around the waist. "Good to see you, darlin'. Sorry about your dad."
She peered up at her father's top draw, a little breathless. After twelve years, Nash hadn't changed a bit. Same tangle of black hair, piercing green eyes, and a bronzed, hard body designed to drive women wild. Beneath all that hotness also lurked a secret dork who'd played Mario Kart with his employer's lonely daughter before his performances.
"Thanks. Good seeing you too." Though not quite so much of him ... she pinned her eyes above his broad shoulders. Who could manage a coherent conversation with an oiled Adonis? Not her, especially as his new, temporary boss.
Reggie, their DJ, waved from his soundstage. The current tune transitioned into The Weeknd's "Earned It," winning him feminine squeals of approval. He fiddled with his earpiece then folded his arms across his large Hawaiian shirt. Dark sunglasses obscured his eyes.
Nash's shoulders rippled in an apologetic shrug. "Better earn my keep. Will you stick around? Have a drink after?"
Reese nodded. "I'm managing the club until Dad's back." Saying it out loud twisted her stomach and made her return real.
A slow smile spread across Nash's handsome face. "Always told him you'd come home. No matter what you said." He backed away, and hysterical women fell over themselves as they got up close and personal with his impressive rear view.
He vaulted onstage and gyrated to the beat, alternating arms forward and back, pointing at one screaming woman after another. And when the cacophony reached glass-shattering levels, he doffed his hat with a wink and thrust his hips into it. Hard.
The air rained green.
Reese maneuvered through the hyped women grooving beside zebra-patterned chairs. Nash hauled up one wearing a bride-to-be sash, wrapped her legs around his waist, then bent her backwards while she and her hell-raising group whooped and hollered.
Dallas Heat: edgy entertainment, where good girls came to be very, very bad ...
Or, in her case, where a very bad thing happened to a good girl ...
At the bar, a smooth-chested stud wearing a cowboy hat and low-riding jeans raised a Jack Daniel's bottle. With his brown hair buzzed on the sides and overlong bangs obscuring half his lean face, he resembled a young Johnny Depp. "Looks like someone could use a drink."
"Sounds good." Anything to ease the pounding in her temples and the ache in her heart.
What if her dad didn't recover from his wounds? What if the doctors and her uncle were wrong and her father's temporary state of unconscious became permanent?
What if he never woke from his coma?
"You're Pete's daughter, right?" The hard-body's pecs flexed as he held out her glass. Brown eyes sparked behind lashes long enough to look fake.
Where did her father find all these hot guys? 1-800-STUD?
She slid onto the stool, lifted the drink and sniffed. Her eyes closed in appreciation at the familiar woody smell. It whisked her back home with her father and mother. She was ten, flush from her first solo dance recital performance.
"Here's to our prima ballerina." Her father clinked his tumbler against her smiling mother's wine glass, whiskey splashing over its side. "Someday she might even be as good as her old man."
"Let's hope not," her mother groaned, then mouthed "Never" at Reese.
"What are you saying?" her father blustered, mock outraged.
"That I didn't marry you for your moves," her mother teased, and they'd dissolved into laughter when her father struck a corny disco pose.
A week later, a doctor diagnosed her mother with breast cancer. Eighteen months later, she was dead.
Liquid dripped onto Reese's knuckles, jolting her back to the here and now. She downed the double shot, and her eyes watered as her throat caught fire.
"How'd you know who I am?" she managed once the burning died down. At least her migraine eased and the painful memory faded.
"Nash's hug." The bartender refilled her glass. "He doesn't get that close unless money's visible."
A short laugh escaped her. Given the club's perennial financial struggles, her father would approve.
She sipped her drink and thought of her earlier hospital visit. Wearing a thin gown and surrounded by buzzing machines, his head bandaged from a gunshot wound, her larger-than-life dad appeared diminished. Not the man who'd once shrunk her with his withdrawal and ultimately his abandonment after her mother's passing ... when she'd needed him most ... when they'd needed each other.
Powerlessness washed through her. She'd left the aggravating emotion behind when she'd fled Dallas twelve years ago, broken and questioning her father's love. Now it swaggered back as if the years traveling with her contemporary dance troupe, learning to defend herself, becoming self-reliant, feeling safe, had been a sham. Just a temporary reprieve. A Hollywood set on rollers.
"How long have you worked here?" she asked, more out of politeness than anything else. Her mind was pretty much done for the night, shorted out; nothing left but a dial tone.
"A few months. I'll be heading back to TMU for football training at the end of the summer. There's a couple of my teammates."
She followed the bartender's pointing finger and stared, slack-jawed, as two mammoth young men swaggered on stage. Their matching six-pack abs rippled above low-riding football pants, partially unlaced at their bulging crotches.
The bartender cupped his hands around his mouth. "I'm their starting fullback," he shouted over the rising crescendo of female catcalls.
She lifted her glass to him. "Cool."
The whiskey flowed down her throat. Smoother this time. The tart oak taste went straight to her head, fast. She fanned her face with a cocktail napkin and tossed back a handful of nuts. How long since she'd eaten?
Her uncle Tom phoned just after midnight. Between packing, a long flight and time in the ICU, she hadn't had a meal in over sixteen hours. Better rethink the third drink the solicitous bartender poured.
After sliding him a generous tip, she hitched her slipping purse strap over her shoulder and strode to the door leading to the upstairs office. The treads swayed beneath her unsteady legs. She gripped the rail and gritted her teeth.
Get it together, girl.
You're not a naïve eighteen-year-old anymore. This is the last place you want to be, but you're in charge now. No one can touch you like last time ... and get away with it ...
Would her newfound strength stand up to the tests awaiting her?
A giddy disco tune drifted from below. She pictured a line of slick, dripping men twirling umbrellas in front of their leather G-strings. The women screeched when the DJ hit the thunder-and-lightning sound effect. Dallas Heat rained men. No doubt about it.
But it also attracted trouble.
She glanced at her watch when she reached the top landing. Eight o'clock. A couple of hours to sort through paperwork before she supervised the floor.
Her father's desk chair creaked and swiveled when she dropped into it. She tugged her hair free of the elastic holding her topknot and let her waves tumble over her shoulders. Tipping her head back, she rested it on the cracked leather. Before her mother succumbed to breast cancer, she'd made Reese and her father promise to take care of each other, a vow she'd broken when she'd run from Dallas.
Excerpted from "Dangerous Moves"
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I really liked the characters and the storyline, but I noticed that during some of the action sequences, it was very rushed. I’m still going to try some more of her stories though!
I loved this story by Karen Rock! It is the first book in her Dallas After Dark series and so far I'm loving it! In this romantic suspense Detective Blake Knight has to go undercover as a male stripper in an elite male strip club to find and bust a steroid ring, but the one complication he doesn't expect is his new boss Reese Landon. Reese hasn't been back to Dallas since that night so many years ago that shattered her innocence and trust in her father, but when her father is shot and goes into a coma she decides she will do everything that she can to protect him including keeping the police at a distance. I'm looking forward to reading more of the books in this great series! I was given an ARC from the author/publisher. All conclusions are mine and mine alone.
This was a very intense and hot story. Reese is a very stubborn woman, who comes back to manage her dad's club after he gets shot. Blake is an undercover cop that has to work there, and with Reese, to uncover and take down a steroid ring. There was drama, suspense, action, and plenty of very hot romance. I really loved all the characters. It was a great storyline.
Steamy, potent and real! The kick off to Karen Rock’s new Dallas After Dark series is explosively HOT! Not only do we have a bad boy cop on the scene, but he’s also going undercover as a stripper … YUM! The main characters are easy to like and are well-developed, and the secondary characters lend a level of both humor and danger as subterfuge is overturned around every corner leaving them not knowing who to really trust. The overall plot of the story is interesting … there a few holes in the follow through, but overall a very entertaining read! You smile, you fan yourself here and there and on more than one occasion you hold your breath to see what’s going to happen next. When Reese Landon learns her dad has been shot and is in a coma, she puts the past aside to come home and be by his side and hold down the fort for him on the business side of things. She grew up at Dallas Heat, so she knows the business like the back of her hand … what she doesn’t expect is a cop showing up saying he needs to be undercover in her dad’s club in order to bring down a steroid ring. Could her dad really be mixed up in this? She has to make protecting him her top priority … even if she feels like he didn’t do the same for her all those years ago! Dallas detective Blake Knight pretty much lives his entire life undercover, but his past jobs have been nothing like this one! He can’t believe he’s going to stripping at Dallas Heat on a regular basis just to have an “in” to the club happenings! Reese is an added bonus though, because the sparks that fly when she’s anywhere close to him are bound to combust any minute now. As they grow closer, so does the danger surrounding them … and before they know it, they’re finding out the truth about key players that neither one of them wanted to be hearing!
Undercover cop at a male review strip club? Yes, please. Thankfully Karen Rock made it happen in her latest suspense Dangerous Moves, the first in her Dallas after dark series. I fell in love with this book from the start. Rock got into Blake’s head fast and once she did that I was hooked. Reece is his perfect match. I would have liked them to start trusting each other sooner…my biggest love of romantic suspense is that it gets the hero and heroine to work together faster. When Rock finally brought them together she did it right. I can’t wait for the next book in the series. I voluntarily reviewed an ARC of this novel.
RATING 4.5 STARS Dangerous Moves is the first book in the brand new Dallas After Dark series by Karen Rock. Up to this point, I’ve known Karen’s books as being sweet romance. As far as I know, this is her first venture into the steamy suspense trope. And she knocked it out of the park! Detective Blake Knight works for the Dallas Police Department. Blake is a chameleon. He can work deep under cover and keep his cool, compartmentalizing the different parts of his life. In his world, everything is black or white. There are no gray areas. Blake lost his father a couple of years ago. Blake’s parents loved him but he is still fighting to feel like he really belonged. That he is making his father proud. If Blake could just get this promotion at work, he knows that he would. But in order to do that, Blake is given a new case to work on. Solve a steroid ring that seems to center around a hot male strip club in town, Dallas Heat. Reese Landon fled Dallas twelve years ago for New York and hasn’t been back since, hasn’t spoken to her father in all this time. Something terrible drove Reese from Dallas, something that shaped who she is today. But instead of supporting her when she needed it most, her father put his business first and sent her away. Now, her father has been shot and is in a coma. He needs her to take over the business and be there for him. The more she tries to sort out his books, the more confused she becomes. What was her father involved in? What was he doing? “Playing the long game was critical in undercover work, where hasty moves met with quick, deadly ends. Yet Reese shredded his restraint, shattered his inhibitions. She turned him into the kind of person he’d vowed never to be, one governed by want instead of reason.” On Reese’s first day on the job, Blake comes in. He needs her to give him a job undercover in the club so he can find the drug ring’s leaders. Reese’s first instinct is to protect her father. She doesn’t know if he was involved or not. Can she risk this cop being in her club and possibly implicating her own father? On the other hand, she needs him to solve the steroid ring case. The chemistry is immediate between these two. They each are keeping secrets from each other but Blake can’t help but want to protect Reese. Whoever shot her father could come after her. Each of these two have something to prove to their fathers. Each of them know they definitely cannot act on the attraction sizzling between them. But as the danger escalates and their lives are threatened, the connection between them soon becomes too strong to deny. “Blake made her forget what it was like to be alone, to have only yourself to depend on.” But how could she open up to Blake when she needed to protect her family from him?” This was such a good book. The steam factor between Blake and Reese was off the charts. These two burned up the pages. Together they both found something that had been lacking in their lives. They fit together like two puzzle pieces. But they viewed themselves as being on opposite sides of the case. Can they come together and find some middle ground? Can Reese show Blake that not everything is purely black and white? That sometimes, there is a gray area? The story builds and builds to a surprising climax. I loved these two together and what they brought out in each other. I’m so glad Karen took a chance on this series. The next book will be called Deadly Games and will
Dangerous Moves by Karen Rock is a fabulous read. Ms. Rock has given us a book that is well-written and loaded with amazing characters. Blake and Reese's story is packed with suspense, drama, sizzle and humor...and let's not forget, male strippers. I love the suspense in this story, had me sitting on the edge of my seat. I enjoyed reading Dangerous Moves and look forward to reading many more books by Karen Rock. Dangerous Moves is part of the Dallas After Dark Series but can be read as a standalone. This is a complete book, not a cliff-hanger. I won a copy of this book from Goodreads.
This is the first book of Karen Rock's new Dallas After Dark series. Detective Blake Knight has followed in his father's footsteps & joined the police force. To have a chance at a promotion he is assigned to work undercover, to bust a steroid ring. He has to work undercover at Dallas After Dark, working with the club owner's daughter. Reese Landon has always dreamed of owning her own dance studio, not taking over her father's club. She has discovered some shady business practices and due to past experiences doesn't trust the police. She tries to keep Blake at a distance, especially because he is certain her father is guilty of running steroids in the club. It was an enjoyable book, trying to figure out who the head of the steroids drug cartel was & who was involved with the selling of the drugs.
Rating: 4.5/5 Well I have to say this was a great surprise in a really good way! It is a romantic suspense that also had me laughing out loud at times and definitely not wanting to put it down until I’d finished it. My advice is grab yourself a copy and read it for yourself, rather than reading my review! For those who are still reading this, just imagine a cop going undercover to work as a dancer in an elite male strip club! No wonder this story is called ‘Dangerous Moves’ – he certainly needs to learn the moves in his new role! His new boss is Reese Landon, who has returned to run the club after her father was shot and went into a coma. She’d been dancing her way around the world and hadn’t been home for many years because of what happened made her leave and drove a wedge between her and her father. She’s hoping to reconnect with him but there are secrets to be uncovered and danger all around. It seems she is now in the firing line for whoever shot her Dad. Can Detective Blake Knight learn to perform on stage? Can he protect Reece and keep her safe? On top of all that can they ignore the attraction which they both feel – or will love find a way to get them together? The story is beautifully written, flowing smoothly and engaging the reader with the superb mix of humour, suspense, drama and steamy romance. The characters are well developed and easy to relate to, the plot enthralling and the whole story a great read. It is a story of searching for the truth, protecting your family, being brave and facing your fears as well as being deceived. I thoroughly enjoyed this story, the first in a new series, and I can’t wait to read the next book which tells Nash’s story! I requested and received a copy of this novel. This is my honest review after choosing to read it.
this was a great read and a good start this this new romantic suspense series. There is a good suspense plot line that kept me wondering. There is some well done foreshadowing that allowed me to predict two of the people involved in the case, but it was still great to see how the characters pieced things together. They have an immediate attraction to each other, but seem to be on opposites sides. I liked seeing them grow closer and then give in to the attraction between them. And eventually that attraction turns into more and I loved seeing when they open up to each other and start the trust the other. Both characters are great to read about. They are quite different from each other and have some differing points of view as well, which made for some interesting scenes. But they also fit so well together. All in all this book had a good mix between romance and suspense and I can’t wait to see what the next book will bring.
A hot detective working undercover in a male strip club? Count me in!! When I read the blurb for this one I knew I needed to read it. I definitely was not disappointed. Detective Blake Knight is working to bust a steroid ring working out of a male strip club. Making inroads into the group will require him to get a job in the club. Reese Landon is running her father's club after he's shot and left in a coma. She's aware her father has some shady deals going on and she'll do whatever it takes to protect him. Seems like cooperating with Detective Blake is the best way to do that. You know, keep your enemies close and all that. Too bad he doesn't really seem like an enemy. She just hopes she can keep her attraction to him at bay before they all get burned. This is a very well done book with great writing, characters, and a nice pace and storyline. Definitely a book I recommend.
A good combination of humor, suspense, and romance in a story that has a unique setting of a cop in a strip on an undercover operation club and takes realistic turns in the plot twists. The suspense, while a little predictable, it was enticing and entertaining and kept my interest to see how it all would play out even though the culprits were rather obvious from the first half of the story. Detective Blake Knight and Reese Landon had hot chemistry between them. The banter was lively and sexy with all the innuendos. Both of them had issues from their childhoods that they needed to work on and resolve to be able to move on, thus the character development was one of the main themes of the tale. There is a lot of back and forth between with the developing relationship them that went a little further into the story that I would have preferred. A good story, but not quite on the level that I was expecting. ~ Three Spoons with a teaspoon on the side