So, I’ve sold my romantic suspense Hook, Line, Murder to Crimson Romance. I’ll keep you posted when I know more.
This book was a little different for me since my heroine is Wiccan. The story has paranormal elements to it.
Practicing wiccan Regina Moon is starting over in the tiny town of Groves, Arkansas, hoping her New Age shop will succeed despite her friends objections. A ritual-type killing of a local man transforms the quiet little community into 1692 Salem, with all eyes on her, and has the sheriff, Trace Langston not only trying to solve a murder but disbanding a mob of angry townspeople hell-bent on burning her at the stake. In all the upheaval, a cold case, sealed within a circle, is unearthed and an evil no one knew existed revealed.
His deputy left with the woman Trace hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off of since she’d entered the hall, and a strange feeling worked its way over him. He had no idea what the reaction was. But he knew he didn’t like it.
“Did you see what she was wearing?” Becky asked from beside him.
He had. A form-fitting black dress that outlined the curves of her body, and even from his vantage several feet away, he could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. That alone had stirred a part of his anatomy that hadn’t seem much action lately. Not that he hadn’t had offers. It just wasn’t safe to accept any. Sex was serious for women and led them to think commitment and no way was he giving any woman that idea. Marriage was not for him. He’d had to find that out the hard way from his ex-wife, Brianne.
Every time he had been called to a crime scene when he’d worked homicide in Chicago, another man had been called to her bed—their bed.
Eight years had passed since then and her infidelity still stung. Yet, finding out about her affairs had helped his decision to leave Chicago for a small town. The city of Groves had been just what he needed to get over the whole divorce mess, and he could now say he no longer missed The Windy City or Brianne. This had become his home and he liked being sheriff of the tiny Arkansas community. Not to mention being single—though he did have a lady friend a county over he’d visit from time to time—a woman who wanted nothing more than his company for a few hours. Too bad it’d been over a year since he’d made that trip.
“Are you listening to me?” Becky asked, interrupting his thoughts.
“Sorry. I need to get to my rounds, Becky. I’ll see you later.” Trace didn’t care how she reacted to his abruptness. He was in no mood for her clinging tonight. He had too much on his mind. Like why Regina Moon had made him forget for a few minutes that women weren’t in the cards for him, and remembering Brianne and her whoring ways brought back why.
He exited the VFW and started down the street, glancing in all the alleyways to make sure no one was skulking about where they shouldn’t be—a routine he performed every night before heading home.
He crossed the street and spotted Garrett in the window of Caulders cafe. He glanced at his watch. Quarter to ten. They’d be closing soon.
The closer he got to the building, the more tense he became. Was Ms. Moon with Garrett or had she used his deputy as an excuse to get away from him? No way could the woman have run any faster out of that hall. Not to mention her rudeness earlier in the day with him.
Did she have something to hide?
As he neared the door to the cafe, an overwhelming need to go inside assailed him.
He had rounds to finish, then he needed to go home and get some rest.
But would he be able to sleep when all he could think about was Regina Moon’s pert nipples pressed against that black dress. One lucky little black dress. His palms itched to be that lucky. Too bad they’d never get the chance to find out if her breasts were as lush as they appeared. Not when feeling up a woman led to sex and that was completely out of the question with any woman from Grove—new or not.