Blurb
Even a cop's wife has secrets… When young exotic dancers
start disappearing, can Cyndi find the missing girls without exposing her own
little secret?
Cyndi Mills has a great life. A handsome husband that
desires her, a beautiful daughter, and friends she could trust with her life.
It's only logical that she secretly takes a job as an exotic dancer at one of
Virginia Beach's night clubs.
When dancers start disappearing, Cyndi is determined to get
to the bottom of it. Unfortunately, solving the case means her overly
protective husband has to know that she has been lying to him for months about
where she goes every Friday night. Cyndi has no idea just how deep she will get
by going undercover as a confidential informant. Will she risk her marriage to
find justice?
Excerpt
Jason leaned against the counter, arms
folded across his chest. She recognized that look immediately. He was doing the
cop thing, analyzing her, and she could tell he knew something didn't add up.
His left eyebrow rose just a tad higher than the right as he studied her.
"Why do you have glitter in your hair?"
Cyndi shook her hair and a shower of
glitter rained down on her sweatshirt. Damn.
Somehow she had missed a boat load of sparkle. Damn, that stuff got
everywhere.
"Jody brought her daughter's costume
for a dance recital to work so I could help her fix a tear. It was all covered
in sparkles. The damn stuff got on everything. Had to go back over the carpets
with the sweeper twice and I'm still not sure we got it all."
Jason continued to stare down at her from
his full six feet of height. His stare was laser sharp, his presence imposing.
It was no wonder he was so good at catching the bad guy. Hardened criminals
squirmed under the intensity of that stare. Hopefully he couldn't see through
her despite the fact she felt as transparent as the shower curtain hanging in
their bathroom.
"You think Harper is going to want to
do that stuff?"
"Harper is four. It's a little early
to predict if she will be a dancer or a swimmer or...whatever."
"Yeah, well, I just don't want that
glittery stuff all over the house. The guys won't ever let me live it down, I
show up to work all sparkly like that." He shook his head.
Cyndi stepped closer to her husband and
wrapped her arms around him. "I'm exhausted, honey. How about we go to
bed?"
Jason hugged her close. "You gonna
wear a little French maid's outfit like you do when you clean those
offices?"
"Jason!"
"Can't fault a guy for trying."
Jason's grin was a sharp contrast to his earlier scrutiny. He pulled out the
neckline of her top and peered down into it. "Come on. I know you gotta
wear some kinda uniform!"
Thank God she had changed in to her old
white bra from the discount store and left her bustier at work. Stepping back,
Cyndi held her arms out and spun around slowly. "You're looking at it,
baby. Doesn't my ratty old sweatshirt turn you on?"
"Not as much as a little maid's
outfit would. It's nearly Halloween. Maybe I ought to pick one up for you to
wear at work. You know, so you don't mess up your own clothes."
"Ohhh, Jason... you are such a guy!"
"You would rather I be such a
girl?"
"Of course, not! Just don't be so
obvious about being a man all the time." Cyndi filled a glass of water
from the tap, drank it in one gulp, then placed her used cup in the sink before
heading toward their bedroom. "Come on, cop man. You play your cards right
I might let you frisk me before we go to sleep."
Cyndi heard light switches flip, door
chains sliding and the announcement that the house emergency alarm was being
set. Jason rushed through his nightly round of safety checks as he yelled to
her from various locations around the house.
"Do you have anything on you that
might hurt me?" Snap went the deadbolt on the front door.
"Needles,
knives, or guns?" Click went the security latch on the sliding door to the
back yard. "Do I need gloves or cuffs...?"
"Not sure you're gonna need gloves but cuffs
might be fun," she called back as she climbed out of her clothes and
dropped into the cool sheets.
Author
Bio
Carolyn LaRoche grew up in snow country but fled the cold and ice several
years ago. She now lives near the beach with her husband, their two boys, two
finicky cats and one old dog. When she is not at the baseball field cheering on
big hits and home runs, she is busy teaching science to unwilling
teenagers.
Where to find me online:
Twitter: @CarolynLaRoche
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