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Friday, June 26, 2015

Excerpt: Love and Cold Pie by Sandra Sookoo / @indiesagepromo @sandrasookoo

Title: Love and Cold Pie
Series: Unlikely Partners, Book 2
Author: Sandra Sookoo
Publisher: Desert Breeze Publishing
Release Date: June 11, 2015
Genre: Contemporary, Mystery, Romance

Real life crime solving can certainly put a damper on a romance.
When the biggest gossip in Newburg, Indiana ends up dead—with Sam Arnold’s dad the prime suspect—stuff gets real. It’s been a month and a half since she helped bring down a bad guy. It’s time to try her hand at a new case, especially since her boyfriend is out of town.

Special Agent Mitchell has been saddled with a sexy, driven partner. Cutting corners or covering shortcuts with charm doesn’t work on her. He misses brainstorming with Sam, and now that her dad’s reputation is on the line, the pressure’s on. Evading his watchdog--and snooze-fest new assignment--is top priority.

Time’s running out for Sam and Mitchell to solve the crime. His new partner’s special interest puts their romance in jeopardy and tries the relationship's trust, but an unlikely killer puts life into perspective.

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Having her out of his sight didn't sit well. "I'll get you settled then head on over to the hotel." Originally, he'd wanted to linger, but having her close and to himself would be like asking a kid not to touch anything in a candy store. He followed her into the bathroom. Yeah, this was better. He needed her only a few feet away even if it was a cross purposes to his intentions. Above everything, Sam had to be his first priority -- outside the job.
She turned to him with a bottle of pills clutched tight in her fist. Her expressive eyes were soft, but her chin trembled. "You could always man the sofa."
"I could." After all, he'd just need to run downstairs and pull the duffle out of his car. Cozy indeed, this opportunity to play house.
"Or..." Sam worried her full bottom lip with her teeth. She set the pill bottle on the counter.
"Or?" His heartbeat thundered in his ears. If she asked, would he deny her?
Her chin wobbled again and nearly did him in. "You could share my bed. I'd rather not be alone tonight." The tendons in her throat worked with a hard swallow. "First the brick and now this car thing. I'm pretty freaked out. I don't want to invite trouble, you know?"
Did he ever. He worked to regulate his breathing. "If that's what you want." So much for noble intentions.
"It is." She pointed to the door. "I'll get ready. I have an extra toothbrush in the cabinet. Meet you in the bedroom in ten?"
"Uh, sure." Mitchell snagged the pain killers then more or less stumbled backward into the short hallway. Well, crap. What to do now? His bag was downstairs, as were the essential items he'd need for birth control. Should he go down now or wait until she came out? Holy cow, what if she came out wearing some satiny scrap of a nightgown? Blood rushed below his belt. I'm in trouble. In his confused state, he whiled away precious minutes thinking on possible scenarios, and all too soon Sam exited the bathroom.
The breath whooshed from his throat. Not because she'd donned a seductive outfit, but because she had on a pink tank top with long, cotton sleep pants, but decorated with pink, white and purple hearts. Somehow, she looked sexier in the simple outfit than if she'd wowed him with a lacy negligee. "You're, uh, beautiful." Yup, big, big trouble.
"And you're too nice for your own good." She caught his free hand as she went by. "Come on."
With his tongue stuck to the roof of mouth, Mitchell accompanied her into her bedroom. Of course, he'd been in there before, but now occupying the space felt different. Her dad wasn't in residence. Plus, things had shifted and subtlety changed between them. A charged undercurrent connected them. That both electrified and terrified him.
Sam tossed a few throw pillows to the floor. Then she peeled back the comforter and sheets. "Kinda hard to snuggle if one of us is still standing over there in street clothes." Two seconds later, she slid into the bed and covered up. "Come on, Mitchell. I really need to feel your arms around me, tell me that everything's okay." She switched off the light as she said it. Her words sounded small and vulnerable in the shadows.
The little voice almost brought him to his knees. "One second." He chucked the bottle of pain killers onto her night table. Never had he stripped down to his undershirt and boxer-briefs with such speed. Gingerly so as not to jar his shoulder overly much, and with slow movements that wouldn't proclaim his eagerness or spook her, he climbed into bed and settled beside her. As soon as he turned onto his left side, pain throbbed, but he ignored it. He faced her, and she rolled onto her side with her back to him then snuggled close. "Sam?"
"Just hold me, Mitchell. I need to feel protected tonight." Her words were tremulous and slightly wobbly, no doubt a delayed reaction from the incident.
"Whatever you want." He slipped his arms around her and pulled her to him. Immediately, her floral scent enveloped him. He buried his nose into her glossy, soft hair and inhaled. Flowers and fruit. Perfect for her and oh so comforting. "I won't let anything happen to you," he whispered.

Sandra Sookoo is a bestselling author who firmly believes every person deserves acceptance and a happy ending. Most days you can find her creating scandal and mischief in the Regency-era, serendipity and happenstance in Victorian America or snarky humor in the contemporary world. Reading romance is a lot like eating fine chocolates—you can’t just have one. Good thing books don’t have calories!

When she’s not wearing out computer keyboards, Sandra spends time with her real life Prince Charming in central Indiana where she’s been known to goof off and make moments count because the key to life is laughter. A Disney fan since the age of ten, when her soul gets bogged down and her imagination flags, a trip to Walt Disney World is in order. Nothing fuels her dreams more than the land of eternal happy endings, hope and love stories.

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