Doppelganger
Harbour Bay Series, #4
Harbour Bay Series, #4
by Camille
Taylor
Published by: Limitless Publishing
Publication date: June 21st 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
Published by: Limitless Publishing
Publication date: June 21st 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
A new killer has descended on Harbour Bay, and he’s already
killed five women…
BLURB
Bestselling author Megan Bailey
is devastated when her young cousin Stacey goes missing. She’s been watching the
news and knows what this might mean. Stacey could be the newest victim of
Harbour Bay’s newest serial killer. Megan is determined to do something, and
enlists the help of her friend, the superintendent of police, Amelia Donovan.
Amelia has her best detective
on the case…Dean Matthews.
Dean doesn’t believe in love. It
makes men weak and vulnerable, and as a retired soldier, he’s experienced
enough heartache to last several lifetimes. He also has difficulty dealing with
emotional women. So when he shows up to interview Megan at the request of his
boss, he isn’t exactly looking forward to it. Except Megan isn’t what he
expected.
Megan is intelligent, witty, and
not to mention, beautiful. Dean tries to maintain a professional distance, but
with a killer on the loose, he breaks all his rules and gets involved. He
offers Megan comfort and promises he might not be able to keep.
The body count continues
to rise and Dean’s leads are empty as ever…
When Megan disappears too, Dean
knows his time to solve this case is up. He must unravel the twisted web of
clues the killer has left behind or risk the one woman who might finally teach
him to love again.
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A pair of
startling green eyes caught his and Dean felt like he’d been kicked in the gut.
His heart thumped heavily in his chest as little pin-pricks of awareness washed
over him and he found he had trouble breathing. His muscles tensed even as his
body hardened and began to throb painfully. He bit back a curse. He’d never had
such a reaction to a woman before in his life.
Her gaze
flicked between him and Nick as he brought up his I.D. and made the
introductions. The woman nodded and stepped back, allowing them to enter. She
closed the door firmly and turned to face them, her expression fraught with
worry.
“I know
who you are. I just got off the phone with Amelia. She told me you’d be
coming,” she said, twisting her fingers together anxiously. When she caught him
watching, she stuffed her hands into her snug jeans. “I’m Megan Bailey.”
He gave
her a slow onceover, unable to help himself. He was curious about this woman
and the overwhelming desire he had for her. The entire world seemed to melt
away until all that was left was her.
She was
beautiful in an understated way with a honey complexion and a small dusting of
freckles on the bridge of her nose. Rich mahogany hair had been pulled back
into a messy ponytail. She wasn’t overly tall, the top of her head only
reaching his shoulders, but she was nicely filled out with curves in all the
right places, her breasts high and full beneath her shirt, which clung to her
like a second skin revealing her tucked in waist and the flare of her hips. He
swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry.
As if
sensing his perusal, Megan glanced over at him and his knees weakened. Her
eyes—those gorgeous emerald pools—pulled at him, so full of torment that his
heart ached. Shit, this was crazy and so unlike him.
She
blinked and he heard her sharp exhale, her mouth parted, and she looked so
irresistible that he was sorely tempted to cross the short distance between
them and find out if she tasted as good as she looked. He was at a loss, unable
to pull away as she continued to stare at him. Was she feeling as out of
control as him?
He forced
himself back on track. He was here to work a case, not look for his next bed
partner, and while Megan was quite delectable, she would hardly do. She wasn’t
the type of woman a man fooled around with unless he had forever in his mind,
and Dean Matthews didn’t do forever. No matter what his body was telling him.
He
certainly wasn’t sex-starved, although it had been a while since he had hit the
sheets with a woman. The case was taking up all his time, and he couldn’t think
of anything else even when he had a rare moment alone to sleep. It was
disconcerting and he wasn’t sure he liked it, bringing about feelings he’d long
ago rejected.
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Author Info
Camille Taylor is an Australian
author who resides in the Nation's Capital with her small dog. She was the
typical 90's kid and was raised on Goosebumps, Roald Dahl and Paul Jennings. In
her teens she began reading the Queen of Crime, Agatha Christie and in later
years found Christine Feehan, Janet Evanovich and Julie Garwood.
She started writing at sixteen
and enjoys spending time with her family, doting on her nieces and nephews,
writing the many stories floating about her head and working on her genealogy
where she can trace her heritage to England, Scotland, Ireland and Russia.
Her other interests include,
anything creative - such as scrapbooking and drawing and has travelled across
Western Europe, New Zealand and the UAE, after spending a year living in
London. She's also dabbled in tae kwon do.
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