DoppelgangerCamille Taylor
(Harbour Bay Series, #4)
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…
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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EXCERPT:
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.
Author Bio:
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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