Hey Y'al!!!! Just wanted to have a place where I could interact and answer questions you may have about the book or my journey . I am open to answer anything anyone wants to know so please dont' hesistate to ask anythng.
Feeling a little bummed today, my feet are a little sore with the hot weather... i am soaking them now. I went to hot yoga this morming with my husband instead of a run.
Hope everyone has a great day!!!!!!!!
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New York Times bestselling author Kat Martin is a graduate of the University of California at Santa Barbara where she majored in Anthropology and also studied History. Currently residing in Missoula, Montana with her Western-author husband, L. J. Martin, Kat has written sixty-five Historical and Contemporary Romantic Suspense novels. More than sixteen million copies of her books are in print and she has been published in twenty foreign countries. Kat is currently at work on her next Romantic Suspense.
In the throes of wild monkey sex with Harper Winston, Chase awoke covered in a film of perspiration, an unwelcome throbbing beneath the sheet. Cursing, he sat up in bed and ran a hand over his face. Only a dream. Or in this case, a nightmare.
He shoved his fingers through his sweat-damp hair. Jesus God, he couldn't remember a dream that had felt more real. Or ever being more aroused.
Swearing foully, he rolled out of bed. His brother Bran would get an I-told-you-so laugh out of his misery, but Chase didn't find his unwanted attraction to a Winston the least bit funny.
Not when Harper's father ran his world much like a Mafia don, a highly successful criminal enterprise that allowed him to get away with murder--literally. Everyone in the Dallas underworld knew that to cross Knox Winston might get you dead. The DA's office turned a blind eye, along with the dirty cops on Knox's payroll.
Aside from the legitimate businesses Knox now ran--from motels, restaurants, and laundries, to larger enterprises like hotel chains, no one really seemed to know how Knox had actually amassed his fortune. Since his son had once been Chase's best friend, Chase didn't want to know, either.
He wondered how much Harper knew about her father's activities. Not much, he would guess, since Knox had gone to great lengths to keep his children under the illusion he was just a mega-successful businessman. And Harper had been gone from Dallas for years.
Chase had a hunch Michael had suspected, that it was part of the reason he had turned to alcohol and drugs, but they had never talked about it.
Padding naked into the bathroom, he reached into the shower and turned on the water, setting the temperature a little colder than he liked. He wanted to wash Harper's beautiful face out of his head, the memory of her small, perfect breasts that--thank God--he had never actually seen.
Pulling on his jeans and a short-sleeved yellow Oxford shirt, he was ready to meet with Dutch, who had arranged a boat to Curacao. They could have gone by plane, but he wanted the flexibility to check, if necessary, other spots around the island once they got there.
He wished he was going by himself instead of dragging a woman into what might turn out to be a bad situation. But as he walked into the living room, Harper came out of the other bedroom, straw hat in hand, dressed and ready to go. ...
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