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To Catch Her Man by Charity Pineiro, New York Times and USA
Today Bestselling Author. Investigative reporter Sylvia Amenabar must
decide between friendship, love and discovering the truth behind a cop's
murder. Undercover detective Carlos Ramirez nearly lost his life protecting
Sylvia, but knows it'll be a fight to reach her heart. Can they learn to trust
one another and find out the truth about a failed assignment that nearly
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I'll Be Watching You by Tina Wainscott, New York Times Bestselling
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Protective Custody by Paige Tyler, USA Today Bestselling Author.
Someone is stalking reporter Paisley McCoy, and police detective Gray
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Today Bestselling Author. A rogue detective will do anything to catch the
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Dark Tide Rising by Kristin Miller, New York Times and USA
Today Bestselling Author. Police Sergeant Mark Thurgood is all work and no
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Big Bad Wolf by Gennita Low. On the run from shadowy enemies, a
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Found Wanting by Joyce Lamb. She's been on the run for 14 years. He's
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High Tide by Maureen A. Miller. A couple locked in a struggle to protect
the coast...and their lives.


Chapter 1
Sylvia Amenabar's life was anything but ordinary thanks to her crazy three best friends, a
mother who was a witch, and an undercover detective with whom she had yet to get under the
covers.
But Sylvia loved her less than fairy tale life and wouldn't change anything about it except
possibly the part about not being beneath the covers with Carlos, the Bad Boy detective who had
turned out to be a Prince. Come to think of it, on top of the covers or on the floor or even on the
kitchen counter would do.
In reality, anywhere would do since all Sylvia could think about was having wild monkey
sex with Carlos once he got out of the hospital. Of course, Carlos might interpret the having sex
part as meaning more than just having sex, which complicated things.
Sylvia wasn't sure that she was ready for anything more involved. Her friends, who were
all now happily in the throes of committed relationships, would say she had intimacy issues and
they would be totally right.
She didn't trust men. As far as she was concerned, men were dogs. She would allow,
however, for a few rare exceptions. The problem was that she didn't know enough about Carlos
to be able to decide if he was one of those exceptions. That was the reason why she wasn't ready
for anything hinting at a Happily-Ever-After kind of ending with him. But she was ready for sex
with him. More than ready for it.
As her mother had warned her months earlier, Sylvia had met a man who had started an
itch. Maybe sex with Carlos would satisfy that itch, although her mama, witch that she was for
putting such a curse on her, would argue that with some men not even sex was enough.
Not that her mama was any kind of expert on that, Sylvia thought as she walked to
Carlos's hospital room in Miami's Jackson Memorial.
Thirty years earlier, her mama had picked the absolutely wrong man. One who had
impregnated her and then skipped out on most of his fatherly duties. She should be grateful that
her father had at least provided for her financially, but that hadn't made up for the missing dad on
birthdays, holidays, and on those days when life wore you down and you needed someone to
hold onto.
Her mama had always been that someone and of course, her friends. They had been there
for her nearly a month earlier when Carlos had been shot protecting her.
Which added guilt with a capital G to the list of reasons why she wasn't necessarily ready
for anything more serious with Carlos. Her first investigative report on drug dealing in the South
Beach hotspots had nearly gotten Carlos killed when he had used his body as a shield when the
drug dealers had opened fire. They had been angry that her article in the glossy monthly
magazine had created increased scrutiny on them and a drop in business.
Carlos, she thought, pausing at his door and taking a deep breath. Prince or a Bad Boy
Frog? she asked herself yet again, but told herself she didn't have to make that decision right at
that moment.
She still had a little time.
She knocked and entered after his muffled, "Come in."
He had been reading a magazine, but smiled and tossed it aside as he saw her. The smile
inched upward and lit up his eyes with their amazing mix of dark blue flecked with bits of teal
and green. His hair hadn't been trimmed in the month he'd been in the hospital and the dark
sable locks were tousled around his face, highlighting his eyes. Rough evening stubble darkened
his cheeks and the strong edge of his jaw, all of it combining to make him decidedly and
dangerously sexy.
"Sylvia," he said, the tones of his voice low. "I didn't think you'd make it tonight."
Visiting hours would be over in less than fifteen minutes, but an afternoon assignment for
the magazine had run longer than expected. She hadn't wanted to go the day without seeing him,
however. Without maybe even cuddling close and sharing some physical intimacy the way they
had the last couple of weeks.
She'd come to need that sharing with him, something she didn't want to consider too
intently for fear of what it would mean.
She walked over to the bed, sat on its edge, and examined him. A hint of his usual devil-
may-care attitude glittered more brightly in his gaze tonight and she wondered why.
"You're awfully chipper," she said and kissed him, but what started as a chaste hello kiss
quickly morphed into something more intense as Carlos opened his mouth and moved his hand
to her waist to possessively bring her closer.
"I'm finally going home," he somehow managed to get out between kisses and the slide of
his tongue past the seam of her mouth.
"Mmm. Home," she said and laid a hand on his muscled chest over the fiftyish style
cotton pajamas his mother had insisted on bringing for him. "I'm sure you'll be glad to be free of
this getup," she said and playfully tugged on the pajama shirt.
He covered her hand with his and stroked it. "I recall you freeing me of these quite
nicely on a couple of occasions," he said and pulled away. His eyes had dilated to a deeper blue
and when she eased her hand from beneath his and undid the first button on the serviceable
cotton pajamas, they darkened a bit more.
"Like this, you mean?" she teased and snuck her hand beneath the fabric to cup his taut
pectoral muscle. Beneath her palm, his nipple tightened and she shifted her thumb, dragged it
across the heard peak, earning a muffled protest.
"Sylvia," he began, but she stopped him with a kiss and a tweak of the tight button of his
nipple.
When they came up for air, she reminded, "We still have time before they come toss me
out."
"Definitely," he said and with his free hand, he lowered the hospital bed until it was flat
and she could climb in and snuggle up against him.
They kissed again and Carlos slipped his hand beneath the hem of her knit cotton sweater
and upward to cup her breast. Her nipple beaded instantly with his touch. He took it between
his thumb and forefinger, and gently rotated it, yanking a gasp of pleasure from her.
Her delight was short-lived as the door to his room flew open.
She scrambled out of his arms and off the bed to find his mother and sister at the door,
the looks on their faces a combination of shock and displeasure.
She hastily rearranged her top as Carlos fumbled with the blankets to hide his erection.
"It's late. I wasn't expecting you," he said as he raised the bed and shot Sylvia a look of
dread from the corner of his eye.
The apprehension filling Carlos's amazing blue-green eyes surprised her. She had
thought that there was very little that could scare her big brave cop. Sneaking a glance at the
source of that terror, namely his mom and sister, it occurred to her that they didn't seem all that
fear inspiring.
"We came as soon as we heard that you'll be released tomorrow. We wanted to make
plans for you coming home," his mother said. Without acknowledging Sylvia's presence, she
walked right to the edge of bed and seated herself there, leaving Sylvia stuck in the corner of the
small private room.
His sister likewise ignored her as she approached and sat on a chair on the other side of
Carlos's bed.
"I appreciate your concern, but I'm headed home to my sailboat," Carlos corrected
politely, determination replacing the earlier dread.
"You can't go to that leaky old boat." His mother rose from the bed to plump the pillows
behind his back, her elbow jabbing Sylvia in the side as she did so.
"She's not leaky. Grandpa and I made sure of it," he said with growing impatience.
"You and that promise to your grandfather. Just because it got us here from Cuba doesn't
mean you have to hang on to that old tub," his mother admonished.
His sister Veronica chimed in with, "Don't you think it's time you got a real home?"
"She's not leaky and living there helps me save money for a real home," Carlos replied.
"Besides, she's actually rather yar," Sylvia jumped in, hoping that she could help Carlos
out or at least deflect their attention.
It worked a little too well. The two women looked at her with annoyance. They were
clones of one another with the same dark hair and blue eyes as Carlos. Beautiful Latinas with to-
die-for caramel-colored skin who in unison said, "Yar?"
"It's a sailing term, Mom," Carlos explained. It occurred to her that this conversation
might soon become like a tag team wrestling match, with each of them trading off in order to
fend off his mother and sister. Which made her reconsider the fright factor of the two other
women.
"So you sail a lot, Sylvia?" Veronica asked, one dark brow flying upward to stress the
doubt behind her question.
She shot a nervous glance at Carlos, who grasped her hand. Tag, she was "It", she
thought. "Actually, no. I've only sailed once with Carlos."
"Oh." Again in unison. Accompanied this time by some rather scrutinizing glances at
each of them before Carlos's mother said, "You're coming home with me."
"And if not with Mom, then with me," his sister tacked on. "The kids will love having
their uncle around."
Carlos's hand twitched in hers. Tagged twice in a row? she thought, but still took up his
unspoken request. "How many kids do you have, Veronica?" she asked, her tones saccharine-
sweet.
Veronica tilted her head a bit defensively. "I have four wonderful children. They all love
their Uncle Carlos."
She imagined that they did. She also imagined that four children would leave Carlos
little time to rest. Not to mention that they would possibly bump his injured leg or play with him
a little too roughly, maybe aggravating his other wounds. As she met Carlos's gaze, it was clear
he felt the same way, only this time, he defended himself.
"I appreciate the offer, but you both have enough to handle. Riley has offered to let me
stay with him."
"You can't go with Riley," she blurted out, so forcefully that it shocked everyone in the
room. "Riley's a little busy right now. He may not even be home all that often and it would be
nice for you to have someone around in case you needed help."
Carlos smiled and with a sexy wink said, "I get it. Riley's been spending a lot of time
with your friend Adriana."
His mother clasped her hands and rose. "Well then, that settles it. You'll come home -- "
"With me," she said, stunning everyone in the room again, including herself.
It probably had been her guilt that made her actually say it, but now that she had, she was
glad. For the past couple of weeks, ever since it became apparent that Carlos was getting strong
enough to possibly be released, the idea of having Carlos with her while he recuperated had
firmly set its hooks in her brain and refused to let go.
"With you?" Carlos asked, his look dubious. He tightened his hold on her hand as if that
might keep her from retracting the offer.
Sylvia did in fact reconsider for about a millisecond, but then she imagined Carlos in her
apartment. Sitting at her table. Lounging on her couch. Sleeping in her bed. Any and all
reasons why this might be a bad idea flew out of her head with the last image.
What better way to scratch her itch than having the source of it right in her bed!
"Yes, with me. My condo is big enough and has an elevator. It's a block from the park
and gym so you can exercise and get some fresh air. I'll be around, but not all the time, so you'll
get to rest."
Veronica immediately went on the offensive. "Were you helping him rest when we came
in?"
"Ronnie," Carlos warned as bright color swept across his cheeks.
Straightening her shoulders and facing his mother and sister head on, she said, "Carlos
will get the rest and attention he needs, plus I have plenty of room at my place."
"My dear, that's very nice of you, only my son Carlos -- "
"Is going with Sylvia. It's what makes the most sense," Carlos said emphatically, a broad
grin on his face.
Actually, it might not be sensible, but then again, playing it safe had never been her credo
in life. Although as his mother and sister glared her way, she realized she would have to make
sure Carlos's recuperation didn't hit any bumps. These two would take a piece of her hide if
anything went wrong with their precious boy.
"I'll take good care of him."
"Like you did when you got him shot?" Veronica attacked once again, ice dripping from
her words. His sister crossed her arms in a challenging stance as she awaited Sylvia's reply.
That ice did its job as a chill filled her with Veronica's words. She knew Carlos felt it
since he rubbed her hand with his. When he spoke, his voice was tight and angry. "What
happened on my assignment had nothing to do with Sylvia."
"Carlos," his mother began, but he stopped her with a sharp slash of his hand.
"This discussion is over. Tomorrow I go home with Sylvia."
Tomorrow, she thought. Tomorrow she would have him sitting at her table, lounging on
her sofa, and sleeping in her bed.
The last brought a curl of warmth that drove away the earlier chill of guilt. "Yes,
definitely. Tomorrow you come home with me."
And yet after she confirmed it and his family reluctantly accepted the decision and left
the room, it occurred to her that despite her thoughts that it was time to scratch her itch,
sometimes scratching wasn't a good thing.
Chicken pox, poison ivy, and mosquito bites all made you itch, but scratching too hard
could leave scars.
But the thought of having Carlos in her bed brought a delicious blast of desire in her body
that she was hard pressed to deny.
"Having second thoughts?"
She realized that she was holding onto his hand with a death grip. Because their
relationship had started with less than honesty between them, she wanted to continue whatever
was going on between them on the right foot. "Mixed thoughts."
He leaned forward and cradled her cheek. "Don't be afraid of trusting your heart."
She wondered if it was some kind of cop thing that allowed him to read her so well. "I'm
attracted to you, but we need time to really explore what's going on between us. To find out more
about each other."
He nodded and rubbed his thumb across her lips, his gaze hot as it settled on her lips. "If
you lock the door, we can avoid any more surprises and maybe start that exploration."
That spiral of warmth that had started earlier ignited with his touch. His look. Those
words.
She did as he asked, walking to the door and locking it before returning to his side. He
had shifted on the narrow bed, leaving space for her and lowered the bed once again. He patted
the empty spot beside him and she lay down as she had done a half dozen or more times before
over the course of his hospital stay.
At first, she had just offered the comfort of her body to drive away the loneliness of his
being trapped in the hospital. The last few times, however . . . .
"I'm glad you're ready to leave here." She raised her hand and placed it over the cotton
pajama top he wore. Beneath her hand the beat of his heart was strong and steady. So unlike the
way it had been the night he had been shot.
"Don't think about that," he urged and brought his lips to hers.
"How did you know?"
He smoothed a finger across the ridge of her brow. "I'm a cop, remember? I'm observant.
You get a small furrow. Right here." For emphasis, he stroked that place, the pad of his finger
rough against her skin. Awakening anticipation at the thought of that finger moving elsewhere.
"And you get tense. Your eyes grow cold."
"Cold? Tense?" She shifted so that their bodies were almost touching, reached up, and
cradled the back of his head. "So maybe you should help me warm up. Relax."
He did, bringing his lips to hers, kissing her. His lips were hot and pliant. Wet.
Delicious, she thought as she opened her mouth against his, sucked his full lower lip into her
mouth. He groaned and she chuckled. "Like that?"
"Yeah, I like that as much as you like this," he whispered, cradled her breast and rubbed
his thumb against her nipple, which immediately peaked once again with his touch.
She let out a little mewl of pleasure as he tweaked the tip. She kissed him again.
Tongued the outline of his lips and then slipped past his lips to taste him. She pulled away for a
breath and shifted to drop kiss after kiss on his face. Along the strong line of his jaw to the spot
between his neck and shoulder, where she gently bit him.
He groaned again. "God, if this is just the start "
It was just the start and she didn't think she could take it slowly after the months of
waiting and wondering. Of wanting him like she'd never wanted another man.
That thought was like an icy bucket of water being tossed over her. She was afraid of
wanting him so much. She had to play it safe before she scratched so hard that it left a scar.
She slipped from the bed and stood beside it, arms wrapped around her midsection.
"Maybe this isn't such a good idea."
"Really?" he said with a look in his eyes that said he wasn't buying it. He went to sit up,
but grimaced and grabbed his side as he did so.
"Are you okay?" she said as she immediately went to help him, but he tossed off her offer
of assistance.
"I'm not a sick puppy, okay? I'm a man. I can handle this."
Pricked by his actions, she fought back. "So you're a man? Duh, I hadn't noticed."
"Sylvia," he warned, but she charged on.
"Big brave man, right? Not afraid of bullets or knives. But your mom and sister? Oooh,
you're right. They're scary. Downright frightening."
Which totally dispelled the fight factor and had them both chuckling. She plopped down
on the bed beside him. He cradled her cheek and offered up an apology. "I'm sorry. I'm just
suffering from a bad case of cabin fever."
"I understand." She couldn't imagine being trapped in a hospital for nearly a month,
especially over the holidays. No parade of people could make up for not being home during
those times.
"Do you?" he asked, but the tone in his voice dared her. As she met his gaze, she realized
he was asking her to try and understand about more than his injuries. He was asking her to try
and understand the complex man he was. To accept the attraction that had been there between
them from the moment they had first laid eyes on each other. An attraction they hadn't really had
a chance to let grow.
He was asking her to take that chance now.
Because she didn't want to be like her mama, wondering thirty years later about what
might have been, she nodded. "The offer to come home with me is still good. You better accept
it before I change my mind."
"It will give us time to find out how we really feel for one another."
"That sounds good," she said, but as his blue-eyed gaze deepened to an almost sapphire
color, she knew he was imagining just how delightful that might be.
And she couldn't help wondering about it herself.
#
He was surprised by just how easy it had been to confirm her identity and track her down.
As the After Dark and Gossip reporter, her name and picture had appeared time and time
again in her fancy ass magazine as well as on various sites dedicated to all the social events
going on in Miami. Events which neither he nor his brother would ever have been invited to.
They weren't good enough for the likes of Ms. Sylvia Amenabar and her friends. They were just
good enough to die for her.
He snuck another look at one of the photos that someone had snapped of her at a recent
gala at the Convention Center and confirmed that she was the woman walking out of the hospital
and over to the pricey BMW convertible about half-a-dozen spots away from where he stood,
having a smoke.
Damn hospitals were all smoke-free nowadays.
He made a show of the smoke while watching her from the corner of his eye.
Definitely her, he thought with a long drag on the cigarette.
As she slipped into her car, he tossed aside the butt and walked toward the hospital,
looking for all the world like any other nicotine-deprived visitor who'd satisfied their craving.
But as he neared the door, he yanked his smartphone out of his jacket pocket and checked the
app he'd loaded there.
A big blue dot was moving on the screen, confirming that the tracking device he'd slipped
into her wheel well was working perfectly.
Smiling, he jammed his smartphone back into his pocket just as a Security Guard
approached.
Can I help you with anything? the man asked.
I just came to visit a friend, he said, but the guard shook his head.
Visiting hours are over. You can come back tomorrow at ten.
Thanks. I'll do that, he said, not that he had any intention of visiting Detective Ramirez
just yet. Nope, he had lots of things to plan to make Carlos's homecoming special.
He walked back to the motorcycle he'd parked a few spots away from Ms. Amenabar's
ride.
Slipping his smartphone into the mount on the front of his bike, he smiled that the bright
blue dot was still broadcasting her location. It wouldn't take long to catch up to her.
He just had to decide what to do once he did.
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