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Andrew Jackson
“Jack” Kent’s on the hunt for white collar criminals, and as a private
investigator he always gets his man. Except in this case it’s a woman, the
brilliant cellular kineticist Dr. Morgan Mackenzie, whose next thrilling
discovery is—him.
On the run from
her employers with the formula for a priceless but deadly diet drug, Morgan
agrees to a night of pleasure with the outrageously sexy stranger. But when she
leaves the next morning, Jack won’t let her get far, and that’s when she
realizes the horrible truth. Her cowboy on a white horse isn't a hero after
all. He’s part of the posse.
Yet when Jack goes
to turn Morgan in, he learns who the real criminals are, and suddenly, it’s a
race against time to find a murderer before they’re killed themselves. To do
that Jack needs to convince Morgan he’s on her side. Even though she doesn't trust him, Jack is a drug she can’t resist, leading her to find out that more
often than not you're Damned If You Don't fall in love.
Morgan
stopped in the middle of the staircase. Don’t turn. Don’t turn.
The picture of dimples and a smile to die for simply wouldn't let her go.
Were they worth her principles? Hadn't she put him into enough danger as
it was already? Her stomach knotted with the truth. She wanted
him. She wanted everything he was offering. She had no right
to take it. Because if one hint of her problems touched him, he
could end up an accessory.
Her hand gripped the railing. One enchanted evening. He doesn't even know your real name.
One fairy tale night. Even if they track you back to him, he could say he’d been duped.
Think. Think. Make sure. Her grip tightened, knuckles turning white with the strain. Trembling fingers of her other hand rubbed at her temple. There are always consequences and this is his life, not only yours.
Eventually, the people who were after her would pick up her trail. The
proprietor would remember her and probably be able to identify Morgan even
though she’d changed her appearance. No one would ever know she and Jack
had any other contact than being guests at her establishment at the same
time. And if they did, he could simply tell the truth—she’d lied to him.
The front door opened. Morgan ran up the rest of the steps, slipping into her room as quietly as possible. With her cheek pressed against the door, she could hear Jack climb the steps, his tread slow, deliberate, and she hoped disappointed. A picture came to her, his face full of indecision as he raised his hand to knock on her door.
Her heart broke as she imagined that same hand falling to his side.
The floor creaked in the hallway. He’d turned. Headed towards his room. Without thought, Morgan cracked open her door. Her jaw dropped as he stepped into the room next to hers.
Fate or design?
She didn't care. Her gaze shot to the right and spied an adjoining door. Fate or design? It didn't matter. Not when the possibility loomed so large it blinded her with its promise.
Promethium tantalum.
Her heart began to pound. She couldn't catch her breath. Her throat turned dry as dust as another reality slammed into her psyche. God, it had been so long. All sane thought flew from her mind. Except one. Mouthwash. And a dab of cologne.
Don’t question. Don’t look in the mirror.
Not even lipstick?
Well–.
Hesitant steps brought her to the adjoining door. As quietly as possible, Morgan unlocked and opened her side. She stared at the wood from his side. Now for the moment of truth.
She pushed. The door swung open.
CHARACTER INTERVIEWS: MORGAN MACKENZIE
Linda J. Parisi
“Hello and good afternoon. My name is Linda Parisi and I’m here today with cellular kineticist Dr. Morgan Mackenzie, the heroine of DAMNED IF YOU DON’T. I’d like you to meet her up close and personal. Here she comes now….”
“Good afternoon, Morgan. Sit down. Sit down. I’m so glad you could join us for a few moments. My readers would love to get to know you better.”
Straight-laced, a bit shy and uneasy, Morgan answered, “Thank you so much for having me, Linda.”
“Now come on Morgan. You look nervous. That’s impossible. I mean the way you simply overwhelm Jack, a man who could have any woman he wants…”
“Let’s face facts. I’m a science geek. I’m so much more at home in a lab than in life. But when I’m with Jack, all I want to do is let him wrap himself around me. I’ve never had anyone do that for me before. He makes me feel like a real woman, a woman worthy of making love to.”
Warmed by her words I whisper, “Wow.” Out loud I say, “Now you’re a research scientist, aren’t you? What exactly do you do?”
“I was hired to find the next greatest drug since the creation of Viagra. My company decided to target the weight loss industry. However they decided to behave unscrupulously and that made me believe they would cut corners, do anything they had to, to make the drug a reality. So I stole my data and ran.”
“I see. Quite a conundrum, wasn’t it? Falling into sex with Jack while you were on the run?”
Morgan smiled, a sad smile as she shifted in her chair. “He was the drug I didn’t dare indulge in but couldn’t resist. So, not what I’d planned at first but then he offered to help me get to the bottom of this mess, which got me to thinking.”
“And I’m sure it will have your readers wondering too. So can you tell me anything else about yourself that you think they’d like to know?”
“Science isn’t always pure and it isn’t always right. There are times when discoveries shouldn’t be made. Because the bottom line is the dollar and greed can corrupt even the best of intentions.”
“I’m terribly sorry to hear that. And what about Jack?”
“I couldn’t believe he wanted me. I became a different woman in his arms.”
“Ooooohh, I’m jealous.”
“He didn’t see the cellular kineticist, the science geek. All he saw was me. And that made him the first an I’d ever met in my entire life to do that. Then he promised to help me. The road got a little rocky but that was all I needed to begin falling in love.”
“You’re making me jealous. Well, Morgan, I’d love to thank you for stopping by today and telling me a bit about yourself. Is there anything else you’d like to tell our audience?”
She blushed and grinned. “I think you’re going to like the way Jack uses his tools.”
“You bet I am. Ladies and Gentlemen, Dr. Morgan Mackenzie.”
GIVEAWAY
Let multi-
published author Linda J. Parisi take
you through the darker, spicier side of Romance with her Paranormal, Paranormal
Romantic Suspense, and Romantic Suspense tales. Winner of the New Jersey
Romance Writer’s Golden Leaf Award for Best First Book for her novel, Noble
Blood, and winner of the 4th Annual Stroke of Midnight Contest for her
novel, The Joining: Bound by Blood, Linda is a long-time member of the
RWA and the current secretary of Liberty States Fiction Writers. Linda has seen
the publishing industry turn upside down yet stay the same because everyone
loves a well-written Romance. She lives in New Jersey with her husband, John,
and a family which includes Audi, a Cocker Spaniel mix who had her at woof!
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