The Green-Eyed Doll
by Jerrie Alexander
Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Published by The Wild Rose Press
Released on December 7, 2012
Heat Level: Steamy
Length: 94,000 words
Available at:
The Wild Rose Press: http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=137&products_id=5063
Amazon (Kindle): http://www.amazon.com/The-Green-Eyed-Doll-ebook/dp/B00AJWFCJS/
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BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/the-green-eyed-doll
Blurb:
Catherine
McCoy is on the run. For the past year, she’s been on the move, hiding the
secrets and guilt in her heart. When she lands in small-town Texas
Matt
has scars of his own. He left the big city after an undercover operation went
bad and his partner was killed. Now, as Matt hunts for a serial killer who
paints his victims’ faces like porcelain dolls, Catherine becomes a safe haven
for him. Two tortured souls finding comfort in each other's arms—until he
uncovers her secret, and their bond of trust is broken.
When
Catherine disappears, Matt races to find her, fearing the murderer has found
his next green-eyed doll. But the killer has a surprise coming. Catherine will
fight to the death before she’ll be a victim again. Will her determination be
enough?
Warning: This title is intended for readers
over the age of 18 as it contains adult situations and language and may be
considered offensive to some readers
The Green-Eyed Doll
by Jerrie Alexander
EXCERPT
Catherine paced and argued with herself. Should she stay or go
home? She’d told Matt he’d need a friend after the first woman went missing and
now this. She couldn’t imagine the pressure he must be under. Her plan was to
have a hot supper waiting for him. She’d basted and basted until the roast
withered and fell apart. The once firm potatoes? Mush. The gravy was a light
brown paste.
Benedict Arnold stood and trotted to the back door before
Catherine heard Matt’s pickup. The dog was glad to know Matt was home, too. She
leaned back against the kitchen counter and
waited.
“Hey.” A lame greeting, but seeing him stunned her speechless.
Dark circles and cold, weary, blue eyes marred his Michelangelo
face. His black hair fell in disarray and looked like he’d raked his fingers
through a number of times today. His chiseled jaw and chin were dark with a
long day’s stubble. With a couple of long strides, he pinned her between him
and the counter. He framed her face with his hands, closed his eyes, and
lowered his forehead to hers. They stood in silence for a long time, unmoving,
their bodies not touching. Fear for the missing woman radiated off him.
His anguish, more than she’d planned for, hit her hard. His
dedication and concern, traits she admired, shook her conviction that no man
could be trusted. His tenderness, something she’d never had, touched a
long-neglected place in her soul.
In that small space of time, where no one else in the world
existed, Catherine’s heart found hope. Tears, she’d promised herself never to
shed again, slid unchecked down her cheeks. But these tears weren’t because of
her pain or grief. She cried because Matt suffered and grieved for the missing
woman. She slid her arms around him, stroking his tense muscles.
“Hey, yourself.” He leaned back and studied her face. The warmth
behind his eyes returned as he wiped away her tears with the pads of his
thumbs. “Were those for me?”
She nodded and emotions swirled in her head. Catherine struggled
to regain her perspective. “I have to remove no more tears from the Never
list.”
“Why would you hold yourself to such a never?”
“The only thing crying gets you are red eyes.”
“Okay, tough guy. Maybe someday you’ll trust me enough to
explain. Why’d you break a rule for me?”
“The worry for Annie Travers in your eyes broke my heart. I’ve
never known anyone with your compassion and dedication.”
“Careful.” The corners of his mouth lifted. “You’ll be calling
me John Wayne again.”
“Same soul.” She pushed a lock of black hair off his face. He
caught her wrist in his hand.
“Stop, Catherine. I’m nobody’s hero. I failed miserably in that
department.”
A student of creative writing in her youth, Jerrie set aside her
passion when life presented her with a John Wayne husband, and two wonderful
children. A career in logistics offered
her the opportunity to travel to many beautiful locations in America
But
the characters went with her, talked to her, and insisted she share their dark,
sexy stories with others. She writes
alpha males and kick-ass women who weave their way through death and fear to
emerge stronger because of, and on occasion in spite of, their love for each
other. She likes to torture people, make
them suffer, and if they’re strong enough, they live happily ever after.
Jerrie
lives in Texas
Connect with Jerrie Alexander:
Website: http://www.jerriealexander.com/
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/jerriealexander
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/jerriealexander/
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