Home to Stay
by Jane Leopold Quinn
Nickie Grace moved to Parkersburg to rehab an old house and forget a disastrous marriage, but a prowler threatens her newfound peace. The vandalism gets more personal and creepier with every instance. It's a small town, and the investigating deputy, Hank Crossman, is everywhere. Nickie's not ready to get involved but she can't resist the hunk's seductive moves -- or the adorable stray dog he adopted. A summer affair might be fun, not to mention that with a sheriff's deputy guarding her body, how much safer could she be?
Deputy Hank Crossman loves to play the field. He's a commitment-phobe, who keeps everyone at arm's length, including his alcoholic father and the stray he's named simply 'Dog.' Now, he's determined to seduce Nickie Grace. Fortunately for Parkersburg, he takes his job much more seriously than he does his affairs. His frustration at not being able to solve the perverted and dangerous crimes against Nickie grows along with his attraction to her, and despite the dangers they become immersed in an intense lust-affair.
Then Nickie almost loses her life, and Hank discovers that everything that's been happening is because of his past. He wants to bolt, get out of her life, but this time he just might come home to stay.
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This book was previously published
Through a tragic accident, Hank Crossman
lost almost every person he ever loved -
by the time he was 18.
During the funeral, he sat in the woods outside the church leaning against a tree trunk, grinding his back over the rough bark like some sort of medieval flagellation. It was his fault. Ricky would have known better than to dive in if he’d been there. He was probably showing off. He choked back the agony of imagining Ricky inside the coffin. They’d never go tramping through the woods, never play dumb video games in Ricky’s basement. He’d never see his floppy blond hair and happy blue eyes, never have a friend again. That was for sure. He’d never get that close to anyone again.
And he never intended to come back to Parkersburg after college, but got sucked in when a judge refused to release his good-for-nothing father from rehab unless a family member vouched for him.
His grief and guilt lead him to the Marines where he lost his heart to the innocent victims of war. He thought he'd left his hometown forever, but his conscience forced him to return to take care of his alcoholic father. If he had to be home, at least he was safely ensconced in his career as a lawman. For a long time, he was able to do his job and still cut himself off from any personal relationships. Nickie Grace changed all that.
Hands shaking and in a rush, she hooked the snap between her breasts, jiggling a little to settle herself in the cups. She rubbed at the burning prickles on the back of her neck. Crossman. It was Crossman. She knew it was him before she turned around.
He stared at her from the darkened hallway, his rapt gaze heating her skin. She crossed her arms over her breasts. To give the devil his due, he drew his gaze up to her face. She wondered if he was married, because the way he looked at her made her hope he wasn’t.
Nickie Grace’s ex was the quintessential cheating bastard. Rehabbing her great-aunt’s house in Parkersburg, Iowa would be her refuge from her feeling of failure. Until someone started playing “pranks” on her, and Hank, the cop, started wanting to protect her.
“Could your ex be behind the pranks?” Hank asked quietly, his voice breaking the silence.
Her gaze jerked back to him. “No, it’s not his style. And besides, why would he? He doesn’t care.”
“Are you sure? Some men don’t like to lose what they consider their property. What does he do?”
“No, it’s not him. I’m sure of it. He’s glad to be rid of me.” It was hard to sniffle back tears quietly so he wouldn’t hear.
“What’s his name, Nickie?”
“Why? It doesn’t matter. It’s not him.”
“You don’t know that for sure.”
Oh, God. Why would Rod do this? He wouldn’t. What would be the point? He’s proud and arrogant but not possessive. She was sure it wasn’t him, but Hank had put doubts in her mind.
“Okay, I’ll find out who’s doing this, though.” He pushed off the railing and strode toward her.
She intends to keep Hank at a distance until one night they dance and being in his arms felt soooo good.
Sensual fantasies were locked in my mind for years until a friend said, "Why don't you write them down?" Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen and the unleashing of my imagination later, and here I am with more than a dozen books published. The craft of writing erotic romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I love every part of the creative process — developing characters, designing the plot, even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have been varied — third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary — none of which gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I'm lucky enough to write romance full time — the best job in the universe!
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