| Pub Date: November 3rd,
2015
ISBN: 9781492618348
|
When a high-profile investigation goes
wrong, FBI Agent Kyle Dawson is transferred back home where he is
forced to confront his demons…and the only woman he ever loved.
Three years ago, Kyle and Abby Morrow shared a wild, passionate
summer—then Abby broke his heart.
Now she needs his help
Kyle never stopped loving Abby. So when
Abby uncovers evidence of a human-trafficking ring, leading to her
sister's kidnapping, he swears he’ll stop at nothing to bring her
sister home and keep Abby safe. Caught in a lethal game of cat and
mouse and blindsided by their own explosive desires, they must set
aside the past before it’s too late.
Kate SeRine writes award-winning
romantic suspense and paranormal romance. A past recipient of an
Emily Award and the National Readers Choice Award, she has also been
a finalist in the Fire and Ice Contest, Finally a Bride Contest, and
the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence. She lives with her husband and
two sons outside Indianapolis, Indiana. Connect with Kate at
www.kateserine.com.
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This November Kate SeRine
releases the first in her riveting new romantic suspense series, Stop
at Nothing. To celebrate, the hero of Stop at Nothing,
FBI Agent Kyle Dawson, has agreed to answer a quick Q&A for us!
A private island beach house somewhere
in the Caribbean where Abby and I could just relax and enjoy being
together away from all the bullshit we deal with every day.
Excerpt:
Sweetheart.
Abby
suppressed a shudder as that one word speared straight through the
heart. When Kyle Dawson had suddenly appeared in the doorway of her
sister’s living room, she’d thought she was hallucinating. But
there he was, coming to her when she most desperately longed for him,
his black brows drawn together in a frown, the already angular planes
of his face even harsher in his distress.
Kyle
ducked down a little so he was at eye level with her, those intense
sapphire blue eyes showing the depth of his concern as he searched
her gaze. “Abby?”
“I
interrupted the intruder,” she explained, her gaze flitting briefly
toward the Sheriff, who’d looked skeptical from the start and was
giving her the stink-eye even now. She cleared her throat a couple of
times, before adding, “We scuffled. He got away.”
Kyle
nodded, his eyes narrowed. “Was that before or after he cut the
power to the house and managed to get by the alarm system?”
She
should’ve known Kyle would see through her story. He seemed to have
almost a sixth sense when it came to crime scenes. But the photo of
Emma bound and gagged suddenly came to mind, her concern for Emma’s
safety preventing Abby from confiding in Kyle.
“Clearly,
he’d done his homework and had been casing the place, watching for
an opportunity to break in when the family was out of town,” she
said.
That
at least wasn’t a lie. The guy had been prepared. He’d known
exactly what he was doing. And she’d hazard a guess that he’d
also known Curtis was out of town and that Abby and Tyler were there
alone.
Speaking
of Curtis… Where the hell was
he anyway?
Kyle
gave her a knowing look. “Abby—”
“I’m
sure Mac and the boys can handle it,” she interrupted, inwardly
cringing, knowing that the reference to his father was a low blow.
But it had the desired effect.
“You
heard the young lady,” Sheriff Dawson interjected. “Gentlemen”—he
motioned to Gabe and Tom—“please escort Agent Dawson from the
premises.”
Gabe
took a step forward to obey his father’s order, but Tom put a
restraining hand on his arm and shook his head.
“You
look like you could use a little air,” Kyle said, gently but firmly
taking hold of Abby’s elbow and leading her toward the doorway. She
glanced over her shoulder at Tyler, reluctant to leave him after what
they’d been through, but she saw Joe sitting beside him, chatting
quietly to put the boy at ease.
Still,
as great as it was to see Kyle, she wasn’t exactly eager to be
alone with him again. Silence had a way of opening the door to some
really uncomfortable questions that she wasn’t exactly ready to
answer. That didn’t even include the total bullshit she was feeding
everyone about what had really happened.
“Excuse
me, Agent, but I have some additional questions for my deputy,” Mac
said, his tone even in spite of the anger that flashed in his eyes.
“And I would thank you not to interfere with my investigation,
young man.”
Kyle
lifted his free arm to his side and bent slightly at the waist,
offering his father a mocking bow. “Wouldn’t dream of
interfering, Sheriff.”
Before
his father could offer another word, Kyle ushered Abby from the room
and out the front door. Abby’s heart began to race as he led her
farther into the growing darkness beyond the headlights and flashing
blue-and-reds on the various vehicles.
Once
they were out of earshot of any of the other officers, Kyle finally
released her and turned to face her, hands on his hips. “Spill it.
And don’t give me any bullshit about interrupting a robbery. I
could hear some of what was going on. I know he was after something
you have—or he thinks
you
have.”
Abby
turned her head away, staring into the darkness crowding in along the
dense tree line that bordered the property. “I don’t know what
you’re talking about. I told you what happened.”
Kyle
grasped her chin and forced her gaze back to his. “Abby, it’s me.
You could always talk to me.
Let me help you.”
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