Welcome to the TRS Valentine Party – five days to party, read excerpts, talk with authors, visit the TRS Facebook page, and enter contests! Click on the contest link to be entered for a free download of our romantic suspense The Unmasking.
Valentine’s Day is for lovers, of course, and Matt and Nancy from The Unmasking definitely meet that qualification. Trouble is, they have to get through some pretty challenging other holidays to reach their happy ending.
Whose mask will crumble first— the enigmatic professor of Celtic Studies, the undercover cop masquerading as a co-ed, or the campus stalker, biding his time to strike again?
Is anthropology professor Matt Bayfield the Blackthorn College rapist, or a potential ally? Aloof and unapproachable, Matt has academic ambitions. He can’t escape Blackthorn College soon enough, and he doesn’t want any entanglements to slow down his exit.
Nancy Appleby would like nothing more than to solve the string of campus rape cases before Thanksgiving so she can go home. The last thing she wants is a relationship to complicate her life—but she’ll settle for a fling, especially when the sex sizzles.
The stalker has his own carefully crafted timetable, with a special date just for Nancy. Can Matt and Nancy force him out of his hidey-hole before it’s too late?
This is a Valentine Party, so we thought we’d give you their first kiss. At this point they’ve met meet only briefly, a couple days before Nancy goes undercover staking out a local bar hoping to entice the perp out of hiding.
Slowly adding another layer of lipstick, Nancy studied her image in the mirror that stretched the full length of the row of liquor bottles behind the bartender. She hardly recognized herself. Her own dark hair was tucked under an auburn wig. Fake contacts made her eyes appear dark brown instead of gray. The sweater she wore dipped low, revealing much more of her breasts than she preferred, but then she was trying to fulfill every man’s dream. She hoped her red leather mini-skirt screamed availability. Once again, she had on the calf length black boots. They provided her with some sense of being covered up as well as warmth. Now all she needed was a man—the right man.
She took a sip of Coors and watched a new patron enter the room still huddled over from fighting the cold wind. He straightened and stepped into the light.
Nancy raised a hand to cover her largely exposed breasts. It couldn’t be, she screamed to no one. It couldn’t be. She looked away and then peeked back at the man approaching the bar. Holy shit! It was.
Be calm. He won’t recognize you. You’re in disguise. And what in the hell was Matt Bayfield doing here? This wasn’t his kind of scene. She closed her eyes taking in the lilting Celtic music. Of course it was, tonight. She should have remembered that. She shivered and then warmed to her task. It might be fun observing the man when he didn’t realize she was even nearby.
Nancy concentrated on her beer and nearly snickered when Bayfield came to the bar to order a drink. His fingers drummed against the bar surface no more than two feet from her arm. The bartender was busy at the other end of the bar and Bayfield’s impatience was evident.
At last, the bartender nodded at Bayfield. “What can I get for you?”
“A glass of chardonnay,” Bayfield said, distinctly as if the man might be hard of hearing.
The man wiped his hands on his once white apron. “Drinking heavy tonight, huh?”
Nancy gave Bayfield credit for not rising to the bartender’s bait.
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Bayfield accept his drink and the change. His gaze swept above her trying to locate a seat in the crowded tavern. Then it lowered, meeting hers. She tried to control her racing pulse. He shook his head. And then his eyes bugged. “Ms. Cr—”
Before he could mutter another syllable, Nancy leaped to her feet, wrapped her arms around his neck, and planted the biggest, wettest kiss she could muster on his mouth, swallowing the rest of her name and his breath. He stumbled backward. She refused to let him go, imprinting her lips on his.
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