Journalist Eve Newman stumbles across the murder of a prominent member of her west Texas town and finds herself the target of a shadowy killer. When the body goes missing and the police don’t believe she saw it happen, she turns to the only man in town she can trust; her deceased brother’s best friend.
Former Marine, Macklin Quinn, has been half in love with Eve since they were kids, but he’s always considered her off-limits. When she turns to him for help he can’t send her away. Within twenty-four hours it’s clear she’s in trouble and someone wants her dead. Mac will do everything in his power to keep the feisty journalist alive and help her bring down the killer. And if they can stay alive long enough, he’ll do whatever it takes to convince her they’re meant to be together.
*Length: Novella*
### From the Inside Flap
Mac paused as he ran a towel over his damp hair. Then he heard the sound again. Someone was banging on his front door. Insistently. He glanced at the watch he'd left on his bathroom counter. It was almost ten. Normally he'd be in bed by now and so would most of his men, but they'd had trouble with some of the cattle getting out after a section of one of his fences had been intentionally knocked down. By drug smugglers no doubt. They were getting worse in this area and he was fed up with it.
Without bothering to put on clothes, he headed toward the front door. That's when he heard the one voice that had the ability to make him go rock hard in seconds.
"Macklin Quinn, I know you're in there! You better open this door right now!" Eve's shouts were followed by three more bangs.
For such a petite woman she had a loud knock. Shaking his head, he jerked the door open.
"Damn it, Mac..." She trailed off as she stared at him. Unabashedly her eyes tracked down his bare chest to the damp towel hanging on his hips.
Her peaches and cream complexion often gave away her emotions and now was no different. Those dark eyes of hers flared with momentary interest as they reached the top of his towel. When her gaze landed on his growing erection, her cheeks tinged an adorable pink and she quickly looked up. "Uh...do you have company?"
"No." The only company he wanted was her. In his bed. But that wasn't going to happen. So why was she here?
She sighed and visibly relaxed. "I need a place to stay tonight."
Mac wouldn't mind accommodating her but he knew her well enough that she wasn't looking to jump into his bed. If only. He frowned as he took in her appearance. "What the hell happened to you, Eve?" The question came out harsher than he intended. Her hair was hidden by a dark cap and she wore all black, like some sort of cat burglar. Dirt smudges covered her face and...were those leaves sticking out of her collar?
She bit her bottom lip and eyed him nervously. "Aren't you going to let me in?"
Sighing because he couldn't say no to her, he stepped back. When he shut the door behind her, she wrung her hands in front of her stomach. "I did something stupid tonight but I'm not going to tell you what it is if you're going to give me a lecture."
*Oh, shit.* If the stubborn woman was actually admitting she'd done something stupid, he'd no doubt need a shot of whiskey.
### About the Author
Katie Reus fell in love with romance at a young age thanks to books she pilfered from her mom's stash. Years later she loves reading romance almost as much as she loves writing it. However, she didn't always know she wanted to be a writer. After changing majors too many times, she finally graduated with a degree in psychology. She now spends her days writing dark paranormal romance and sexy romantic suspense.
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Journalist Eve Newman stumbles across the murder of a prominent member of her west Texas town and finds herself the target of a shadowy killer. When the body goes missing and the police don’t believe she saw it happen, she turns to the only man in town she can trust; her deceased brother’s best friend. Former Marine, Macklin Quinn, has been half in love with Eve since they were kids, but he’s always considered her off-limits. When she turns to him for help he can’t send her away. Within twenty-four hours it’s clear she’s in trouble and someone wants her dead. Mac will do everything in his power to keep the feisty journalist alive and help her bring down the killer. And if they can stay alive long enough, he’ll do whatever it takes to convince her they’re meant to be together. *Length: Novella* ### From the Inside Flap Mac paused as he ran a towel over his damp hair. Then he heard the sound again. Someone was banging on his front door. Insistently. He glanced at the watch he'd left on his bathroom counter. It was almost ten. Normally he'd be in bed by now and so would most of his men, but they'd had trouble with some of the cattle getting out after a section of one of his fences had been intentionally knocked down. By drug smugglers no doubt. They were getting worse in this area and he was fed up with it. Without bothering to put on clothes, he headed toward the front door. That's when he heard the one voice that had the ability to make him go rock hard in seconds. "Macklin Quinn, I know you're in there! You better open this door right now!" Eve's shouts were followed by three more bangs. For such a petite woman she had a loud knock. Shaking his head, he jerked the door open. "Damn it, Mac..." She trailed off as she stared at him. Unabashedly her eyes tracked down his bare chest to the damp towel hanging on his hips. Her peaches and cream complexion often gave away her emotions and now was no different. Those dark eyes of hers flared with momentary interest as they reached the top of his towel. When her gaze landed on his growing erection, her cheeks tinged an adorable pink and she quickly looked up. "Uh...do you have company?" "No." The only company he wanted was her. In his bed. But that wasn't going to happen. So why was she here? She sighed and visibly relaxed. "I need a place to stay tonight." Mac wouldn't mind accommodating her but he knew her well enough that she wasn't looking to jump into his bed. If only. He frowned as he took in her appearance. "What the hell happened to you, Eve?" The question came out harsher than he intended. Her hair was hidden by a dark cap and she wore all black, like some sort of cat burglar. Dirt smudges covered her face and...were those leaves sticking out of her collar? She bit her bottom lip and eyed him nervously. "Aren't you going to let me in?" Sighing because he couldn't say no to her, he stepped back. When he shut the door behind her, she wrung her hands in front of her stomach. "I did something stupid tonight but I'm not going to tell you what it is if you're going to give me a lecture." *Oh, shit.* If the stubborn woman was actually admitting she'd done something stupid, he'd no doubt need a shot of whiskey. ### About the Author Katie Reus fell in love with romance at a young age thanks to books she pilfered from her mom's stash. Years later she loves reading romance almost as much as she loves writing it. However, she didn't always know she wanted to be a writer. After changing majors too many times, she finally graduated with a degree in psychology. She now spends her days writing dark paranormal romance and sexy romantic suspense.