By V. P. Trick

All Patricia wishes for is a quiet job as ordinary people have so she can turn the reality of everyday life into fiction. A smart, somewhat delusional writer, she has no family but for a couple of odd friends whose past company has given her plenty of reasons to hate cops. Until Christopher. Chris’s a tough, no-nonsense, independent forty-ish chief homicide detective, more bent on getting results than following the law. He has money to spare and nothing to lose. Until Patricia. He does things his way, and does them thoroughly, including her. The two like each other. Sparks fly. It could be just your ordinary love affair, but nothing’s ever ordinary when the damn woman is involved. He takes any means necessary to protect her as the bodies pile up, but she keeps trying to help. I’m trained and armed, Angel. The idea of handcuffing her to his bedposts is becoming more enticing by the minute.