Two years ago I set in my office in the corner of our playroom and whined to a critique partner about losing my writing mojo. The words just weren’t coming and I was growing more frustrated with every passing day.
Have I mentioned I have the best group of critique partners ever? So, of course one suggested I put down the contemporary I was struggling to finish and write something totally for me; make the hero super alpha and the heroine strong and opinionated. And of course there has to be sex and murder and redemption. The resulting novel was Confess.
When Nashville homicide detective Mitch Kilpatrick defies department orders to investigate a string of small town murders his singular goal is to catch a serial killer. That is until his investigation leads to Lacy Andrews, an uninhibited and sexy-as-sin bartender who happens to be the police chief’s only daughter.
Confident and alluring, Lacy is everything Mitch’s pride rejects, but that won’t stop him from getting her in his bed, especially when he learns she’s sworn off cops for good. Winning her over proves the perfect challenge until her secretive past connects with his current case and she becomes an unwilling pawn.
Confronted with repeating past mistakes, will Mitch push Lacy away to keep her secret hidden, or expose her to solve the most important case of his career?