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Title: Tuck Me In Tight
Author:
Jennifer Rebecca
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Release
Day: May 28th
Cover
by Alyssa Garcia at Uplifting Designs.
About
Tuck Me In Tight
George
Washington Township, New Jersey has been relatively quiet ever since it was
turned upside down following a high profile kidnapping. During the lull in
excitement Detective Claire Goodnite has enjoyed being in the love bubble with
the sexy SAIC Wesley O’Connell.
Never
fully believing that she was capable of a committed relationship—with Wes or
with anyone—leaves Claire feeling undeserving of the elusive happily ever after. She has never let
herself enjoy what was within her grasp . . .
Until
a string of murdered women dressed and posed like sleeping dolls shakes the
very foundation of everything Claire thought she knew. Particularly when the
only connection to be found between the three victims is the man who finally
stole her heart for keeps, Wes.
But
it’s like she always said, she’s bad at love.
Exclusive
Excerpt
This is how my heart
breaks
What. The. Fuck.
I had sat down at my desk and opened
the manila envelope that was left on top of my stack of mail. It had seemed
harmless enough.
But it wasn’t.
I blink my eyes over and over trying to
make my brain process what it’s seeing but I can’t. I can’t unsee the images in
the stack of pictures in my hand. Giant glossy eight by tens from different
angles so there is absolutely no doubt that my heart is breaking.
And it is broken. It’s not just broken,
it’s shattered.
“It’s not what it looks like,” I hear
from over my shoulder and I have to grit my teeth to keep from screaming.
I shuffle the pictures sliding the top
one to the back of the stack so that I can see the next in the row. This one is
zoomed in. His head is tipped back and his face is distorted in both lust and
passion as she straddles his lap. Her hands hold his to her breasts and I can
see the play of tendons flex through them as he grips them tight. It was only
two nights ago that his hands were on my own breasts much the same way as I
rode his cock on the sofa.
Claire, did you hear me?” he asks but I
shuffle the stack again.
In this picture, he has his arms
wrapped around her back and he’s pulling her close, her breasts mashed up
against his strong chest. Her hands with long, red painted talons press in on
either side of his face and as they kiss hungrily, their mouths open as their
tongues tangle.
“Goddamnit, Claire! Did you hear me?”
My spine turns to steal.
“I did. I’m just choosing to ignore
you,” I respond coolly.
“Don’t do this, baby,” he pleads.
“I’m not the one who did anything,” I
snap.
“I can explain.” But I’m not interested
in listening to him plead a case where he is more than guilty.
“I’m going to need you to leave, Wes.”
“No.”
“This changes everything,” I say so
softly even I struggle to hear the words that are coming out of my mouth.
“This changes nothing! Fuck that,
Claire,” he yells. “You want to run away. You have always wanted to run away. And here is your fucking reason served
up to you on a goddamn silver platter.” Everyone around us in the bullpen is
doing everything they can to make it appear that they are not listening, not
studying the tragic demise of Claire and Wes with rapt attention, but we all
know that they are.
“No,” I shout back as I throw the stack
of glossy betrayal down on top of my desk as I push my rolly chair back and
stand. It slams into the desk behind mine. “You do not get to come in here,
where I work, and tell me that I am to blame for your bullshit.”
“Okay,” he says quickly as he holds his
hands up in surrender. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I can see you need time.”
“I need a lot of things. One of them is
definitely distance.”
“I don’t know if I can give you that. I
can’t lose you, baby.” His words burn hot behind my eyes and the last thing I
want is for the other guys in the bullpen to see me cry.
“You should have thought about that
before you fooled around with that stripper.”
“Claire—” he starts but I don’t let him
finish.
“You need to go now,” I say softly.
I stand with my feet apart, my hands on
my hips, and my head bowed as if I’m waiting for a blow. But I see him clearly
even if only in my peripheral. He looks at me and opens his mouth as if he’s
going to try to explain again. Something in my stance must have told him it was
a losing battle because he snaps his mouth closed before moving towards the
exit.
Wes pauses just before opening the door
to turn and look back at me, I see him in my peripheral, but I’m looking at his
lies and deceit spread across my desk for all to see. He pulls open the door
and then slams it on his way out. I’m Detective Claire Goodnite and this is how
my heart breaks.
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About the Author
Jennifer is a thirty something lover of words, all words: the written, the spoken, the sung (even poorly), the sweet, the funny, and even the four letter variety. She is a native of San Diego, California where she grew up reading the Brownings and Rebecca with her mother and Clifford and the Dog who Glowed in the Dark with her dad, much to her mother’s dismay.
Jennifer is a graduate of California State University San Marcos where she studied Criminology and Justice Studies. She is also an Alpha Xi Delta.
10 years ago, she was swept off her feet by her very own sailor. Today, they are happily married and the parents of a 8 year old and 6 year old twins. She can often be found in East Texas on the soccer fields, drawing with her children, or reading. Jennifer is convinced that if she puts her fitbit on one of the dogs, she might finally make her step goals. She loves a great romance, an alpha hero, and lots and lots of laughter.
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