Running Target is a star-crossed lovers story about Jack and Callie. In Fatal Evidence we see Scott, Jack’s cousin, and Heather, Callie’s best friend. These two had pretended for a few years to be together to help Jack and Callie with their conflict. Now that the problem has been resolved, Heather and Scott have an awkward connection when together, especially after having a one-night stand.
One of the best things about this book is that Heather and Scott just worked so well together. Their chemistry was explosive level, and I had to keep coming up with ways to stop them from having sex too early in the book. Since they’d already had a one-night stand, they knew exactly how amazing being with the other could be. Now that they have to work together for this project, they think they need to be professional. But when they’re near each other, things just combust.
Oh! This story sounds quite steamy and filled with tension! Do you have a favorite part?
One of my favorite parts is when Heather goes to vent to her best friend, Callie, after Scott gets a little handsy with her and she hadn’t done anything about it. I love this part because it shows the very put-together Heather losing some of her well-honed control.
Awesome! Some of my favorite characters are the always organized, always on time, always perfectly dressed people who have their world turned upside down. Can you share an excerpt?
“I cannot believe he did that.” Heather stormed through the back door into her best friend’s kitchen. Callie sat wiping what looked like peanut butter from the hands of her son, Jonathan.
“Did what? Who?”
Heather took a deep breath and kissed the little boy’s head. “And I simply stood there and let him. What the hell is wrong with me?”
After lifting the two-year-old down from his chair, Callie scooted him into the living room. “Play with your blocks. Tea?” She glanced at Heather.
Nodding, Heather sat and clenched her hands on the table. “I have no control when he’s around. I can’t be that stupid, can I?”
As her friend got cups and tea bags, Heather let her mind wander to this morning. How had she not punched Scott in his gorgeous face? You liked it. Admit it. No, she hadn’t. He was groping her. And you wanted him to continue. Oh, God, she had. It had taken all her control to tell him to stop.
Callie set two cups on the table, then sat next to her. “You want to tell me who has you all worked up?”
Okay, she might need to vent right now. If only so they’d tell her she needed psychiatric help.
It would be much easier if Callie wasn’t now married to the cousin of her problem. “Scott.”
“What about Scott? What did he do that you can’t believe, and what did you do that made you stupid?”
“This morning we were trying to get the building permit issued. We’ve had some problems. I may have…flirted a little to get it done quicker.”
A smile appeared on Callie’s face.
“He made some crude comment about it.”
“And that surprises you? Why? You’ve known Scott for a while now. Sarcasm is a second language to him.”
“It’s not the crude comment, but the crude action that followed it.”
“Crude? As in sexual?”
“Yes, up against the wall. Practically felt me up while I simply stood there.”
“You didn’t say anything?” Callie’s voice held confusion. “Or clock him one?”
Staring into space, Heather shook her head. “I couldn’t.”
An unladylike snort burst from her friend’s mouth. “Heather Silva, speechless. Oh, I wish I had seen that.”
“Laugh all you want. I’m still so damn frustrated.”
A grin split Callie’s face. “Sexually frustrated?”
Heat rushed to her face and she looked down.
“Oh, my God. Seriously? You’ve got a thing for Scott?”
Rolling her eyes, she tried to deny it. “No, not a thing.”
“You spent the last few years pretending to be together. Was any of that real? Have you done…you know…it?”
Her cheeks burned, and she kept her eyes averted.
“You did. When? Where? I want details.”
Damn, she couldn’t lie to Callie. They’d been best friends since their early teens.
“Right after Christmas in Vermont.”
“How did I not know this? I was there.”
“You were a bit busy with Jack.”
Sitting back, Callie patted the tiny bump on her belly. “Yeah, I guess I was a little preoccupied. You know stuff like that can lead to stuff like this. I’m guessing you remembered protection.”
“We remembered. It wasn’t my first barbecue, thanks.”
Callie sipped her tea, hiding her grin behind her cup. “Have you and Scott had many of these barbecues?”
Some secrets weren’t meant to be revealed...
Scott Holland’s mill renovation project can’t succeed without Heather Silva’s backing. But the memory of his one-night stand with the business heiress won’t leave him alone, no matter how much trouble it causes. And, just as predicted, that trouble starts the minute they ink the deal.
Heather’s determination to succeed without the help of her wealthy parents pushes her to work with Scott. This project is about her financial independence, not the smoldering way he makes her feel. With their history, it’s no surprise they clash on every detail, but a grisly discovery changes everything. The mill has secrets, and someone wants Heather and Scott silenced. They must work together to find answers because what you don’t know can get you killed...
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