What his mind can't remember, her heart can't forget...
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Series: Deadly Secrets, Book 1
Release Date: August 18, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romantic Suspense
Available Formats: eBook
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The only thing more dangerous than passion is the truth.
Retired Marine and new Sheriff’s Deputy Cade Evigan is hanging onto his damaged soul—and his personal code—by a thread. His current mission? Weed out a violent motorcycle crew from a small mountain town. The problem? Katrina Killian, a woman standing firmly on the other side of the law, smack in the middle of the gang he’s there to destroy. She may get under his skin, but the sultry biker has criminal written all over her. So why can’t he see her like any other convict?
For two years, Katrina has been a DEA agent hiding in plain sight amidst a pack of killers, working to put an end to the gang that has terrorized her hometown. The last thing she needs is to fall in love with a man who could blow her cover—and her heart—to pieces, but Cade’s become an addiction she can’t break. Unable to risk either of their lives with the truth, she plays both ends against the middle to keep him safe. But lies can only last so long, and Katrina’s time has just run out…
2015 Holt Medallion Romantic Suspense Award of Merit Winner!
“This novel has all the elements for a good romantic suspense. Former marines, bikers and a sassy woman that doesn’t scare easily and is keeping a dangerous secret…This is the first novel I have read by Ms. Tenorio. I will be looking for another.” — Pat Fordyce, Tea and Book
“Woah, this book was simultaneously crazy H-O-T and pretty dark for a romance. I absolutely loved Cade/Katrina. Their chemistry could light their little corrupt town on fire.” — Dreams Unwind, Love Is A State Of Mind
“I love a good romantic suspense and Dee Tenorio delivered big time with Convicted. She had me atruegemawardnumerous time on the edge of my seat, I found I had to remind myself to breath yet, there was a little bit of humor, some good natured verbal sparring that was more like foreplay, and some hot sexual tension that turned in to more. This book was a sexy suspenseful romp that engages both the readers mind and heart…
“I love seeing an author stretch beyond her normal fare and author Dee Tenorio has done just that; Convicted is suspenseful, edgy, laced with humor, and sexy. It simply is a fantastic story!” — Slick, Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews
“Convicted is a sexy, gritty, exciting story that’ll keep you reading late into the night. Dee Tenorio keeps the danger – and the fantastic one-liners – coming fast and hard in this engaging romantic suspense.
“Convicted has a kick-ass hero and heroine, an insanely hot romance, sharp dialogue, and an intense plot – what’s not to love? I devoured Katrina and Cade’s book and I look forward to revisiting their story again and again.” — Kimberly, Wit And Sin
“Convicted is one of the sexiest suspense novels I’ve read in quite a while. It’s mysterious, hot and funny at the same time, while the story is unpredictable and the characters are just magnificent…The story is very well written and the events flow elegantly and effortlessly. The characters are pure masterpieces…The beginning is intriguing, while the ending is explosive – literally and metaphorically speaking – . You can’t help but love it!”
“I consider Convicted as one of my favorite books and I strongly recommend it to any fan of Romance, Suspense and Adventure and Crime Solving and Sexy Romance.” — Mia, Mia’s Point Of View
“Wow. Suspense and grit… The dynamics between the two kept me reading. Knowing Katrina was DEA and Cade didn’t but couldn’t resist her made it even more enthralling. Definitely worth reading Convicted is a gritty, romantic and suspense filled read. ” — Beverly, Smile Somebody Loves You
Arms folded behind his head, wide-brimmed green felt hat over his face, those long legs crossed at the ankle, and his chest rising and falling evenly, he was the picture of relaxation. She slowed, allowing her gaze to trace the thick ropes of muscle where his biceps escaped the short sleeves of his brown uniform. Arms the size of anacondas, she decided, feeling a curl of inappropriate interest rise like smoke in her belly.
Six-three if he was an inch, the guy was head-to-toe muscle. His chest spread the confines of his uniform shirt so far he’d had to undo several buttons to allow his arms up like that. The fabric of his pants strained at the upper curve of his quads. She glanced briefly at the not-so-subtle bulge at his groin. Definitely not a eunuch, this one.
The smoke grew thicker…
All too easily, she could picture herself straddling his hips and rubbing her breasts against that massive chest. Skin to skin, sweat blending together, breath coming in frantic pants… The image was so clear she shifted to press her thighs together, holding onto the phantom sensation her imagination created completely on its own.
What would it be like, sex with a man containing so much physical power? To know he could take complete control of her anytime he wanted? She’d never considered that to be a turn-on, but a man like this? One who caught her attention without even trying? It could be something she’d be willing to test out—
Until she heard the quiet click of a hammer cocking from under the hat brim.
“Seen enough?” His voice was almost painfully gritty. Like gravel over her senses, rough and abrasive. Which didn’t at all explain why she liked it.
“Not really, you’re still wearing clothes,” she replied, since it was the truth and she always found that to be a fun novelty. “But I guess it’ll have to do.”
The hat lifted a little and she caught sight of one narrowed dark eye and the glint of his small handgun. Okay, then. Man with a gun and rumored post-traumatic stress disorder. Brilliant idea, traipsing up to him and ogling him while he slept. Just fuckin’ brilliant.
She quickly searched for signs that he might be at all in distress. No sweating, his gaze didn’t dart nervously, and most important, the gun didn’t waver though she knew she’d confused him.
She smiled, deciding to go with flirty, since that hadn’t set him off so far. “Do you always say hello with a nine-mil, or are you just happy to see me?”