Undercover in Six Inch
Stilettos
By
Carolyn LaRoche
Book 1 of the Secret Lives Series
- 225 pages (print)
Romantic intrigue- the only sex is
between the husband and wife and not explicit
Author Bio:
Carolyn LaRoche grew up in snow country
but fled the cold and ice several years ago. She now lives near the
beach with her husband, their two boys, two finicky cats and one old
dog. When she is not at the baseball field cheering on big hits and
home runs, she is busy teaching science to unwilling teenagers.
Social Media Links:
Twitter: @CarolynLaRoche
Blurb:
Every
woman has secrets, and Cyndi Mills is no exception…
Cyndi
has a beautiful daughter, and her husband Jason is totally hot for
her, but something is missing. As a cop, Jason is extremely vigilant
about safety and security, and Cyndi longs for some time to herself,
so she takes a Friday night job.
Jason
thinks she’s cleaning offices, when she’s actually dancing in a
red bustier and six-inch stilettos at a club called Sugar Shakers,
something only her three best friends, also police wives, know.
When
club employees start disappearing, the truth comes out…
A
young runaway, Jade, and a military widow, Lola, vanish, and Lola’s
body is later found in the ocean. Cyndi begins investigating—with
some help from her friends—but when anonymous threats put her
daughter in jeopardy, she has no choice but to confess her lie to
Jason, rocking their previously solid marriage.
Jason
is furious, but Cyndi has to ask for even more if she hopes to solve
the mystery…
Cyndi
convinces Jason to sign her up as a confidential informant, and she
officially goes undercover at the club, while Jason struggles to
control his jealousy. As the evidence mounts and the danger becomes
all too real, Jason fights to keep Cyndi safe.
But
no amount of security can protect someone when lies are more common
than
the truth and no one is who they appear to be.
Tags:
“When
does a secret become a lie?”
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Jason
leaned against the counter, arms folded across his chest. She
recognized that look immediately. He was doing the cop thing,
analyzing her, and she could tell he knew something didn't add up.
His left eyebrow rose just a tad higher than the right as he studied
her. "Why do you have glitter in your hair?"
Cyndi
shook her hair and a shower of glitter rained down on her sweatshirt.
Damn.
Somehow
she had missed a boat load of sparkle. Damn, that stuff got
everywhere.
"Jody
brought her daughter's costume for a dance recital to work so I could
help her fix a tear. It was all covered in sparkles. The damn stuff
got on everything. Had to go back over the carpets with the sweeper
twice and I'm still not sure we got it all."
Jason
continued to stare down at her from his full six feet of height. His
stare was laser sharp, his presence imposing. It was no wonder he was
so good at catching the bad guy. Hardened criminals squirmed under
the intensity of that stare. Hopefully he couldn't see through her
despite the fact she felt as transparent as the shower curtain
hanging in their bathroom.
"You
think Harper is going to want to do that stuff?"
"Harper
is four. It's a little early to predict if she will be a dancer or a
swimmer or...whatever."
"Yeah,
well, I just don't want that glittery stuff all over the house. The
guys won't ever let me live it down, I show up to work all sparkly
like that." He shook his head.
Cyndi
stepped closer to her husband and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm
exhausted, honey. How about we go to bed?"
Jason
hugged her close. "You gonna wear a little French maid's outfit
like you do when you clean those offices?"
"Jason!"
"Can't
fault a guy for trying." Jason's grin was a sharp contrast to
his earlier scrutiny. He pulled out the neckline of her top and
peered down into it. "Come on. I know you gotta wear some kinda
uniform!"
Thank
God she had changed in to her old white bra from the discount store
and left her bustier at work. Stepping back, Cyndi held her arms out
and spun around slowly. "You're looking at it, baby. Doesn't my
ratty old sweatshirt turn you on?"
"Not
as much as a little maid's outfit would. It's nearly Halloween. Maybe
I ought to pick one up for you to wear at work. You know, so you
don't mess up your own clothes."
"Ohhh,
Jason... you are such
a guy!"
"You
would rather I be such a girl?"
"Of
course, not! Just don't be so obvious about being a man all the
time." Cyndi filled a glass of water from the tap, drank it in
one gulp, then placed her used cup in the sink before heading toward
their bedroom. "Come on, cop man. You play your cards right I
might let you frisk me before we go to sleep."
Cyndi
heard light switches flip, door chains sliding and the announcement
that the house emergency alarm was being set. Jason rushed through
his nightly round of safety checks as he yelled to her from various
locations around the house.
"Do
you have anything on you that might hurt me?" Snap went the
deadbolt on the front door. "Needles, knives, or guns?"
Click went the security latch on the sliding door to the back yard.
"Do I need gloves or cuffs...?"
"Not
sure you're gonna need gloves but cuffs might be fun," she
called back as she climbed out of her clothes and dropped into the
cool sheets.
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