Jennifer O'Grady is an on-the-edge FBI profiler who has come home to see her former fiancee. When she arrives he has been murdered and framed for a series of murders.
Sean Gaudette is a homicide detective just waiting for retirement. When his partner is murdered, he must solve one more case. In his way is a redheaded bundle of trouble in the form of an FBI profiler. The two clash, but soon discover they have more in common then they think. Will they lose their hearts before the case is solved?
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About the Author
Chris discovered at age ten she had a knack for storytelling. Ever since, she has wanted to be a published author. She was born and raised on Pennsylvania, holds a BA in Journalism from Penn State and is an established author of novels, novellas, shorts stories, newspaper articles and ghost-written books.
She has published mainly fiction, with a specialty in paranormal romance, but has written about contemporary romance, romantic suspense and cozy mystery for herself and for others. She is actively involved in the professional writing community, and conducts workshops to help other writers.
She lives in New Jersey with her family and animals. Writing is her passion and when she isn't writing, she practices yoga and runs. Get her Newsletter and keep up with what is happening. Go to www.chrisreddingauthor.com/contact. Happy reading!
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He opened a napkin and laid it in front of her, then did the same for himself. Producing a pocket knife, he sliced an apple from the bag. Three pieces for her and four for him.
"Why'd you get more?"
He noticed a twinkle in her eyes. So she did have a sense of humor. "I'm a growing boy."
He gave her half of his sandwich and poured part of his soda in a cup, sliding it in her direction.
"Thanks," she said and toyed with the fruit.
The meal spread out, he settled onto the bench. "Guess you eat a lot of takeout."
She nodded. "And restaurant food. I started out as a vegetarian, but it just became too complicated."
"So back to a carnivore. Do you work out?"
She blinked. "Not much. Why?" Disdain colored her words.
He swallowed the bite, he'd been chewing. The pastrami on rye was particularly good today. "Because you're skin and bones."
She stared as her mouth moved. No sound came out until she cleared her throat. "Uh, I'm not sure what to say to that. Isn't that what's fashionable at this time?"
Chuckling, he put down his lunch. "Maybe, but twigs break. A woman should have meat on her bones."
Jen snapped her fingers. "Oh darn. I guess I'm not on your list of datable women."