Release date: June 23, 2014
A recovering alcoholic, Jake Inman has found a new, healthier addiction: training for his successful triathlon career. But when his manager is murdered and beloved goddaughter kidnapped, another obsession takes hold: doing whatever it takes to find Brandon’s killer and keep Amy safe. Jake turns to a private investigator for help in solving the case, and though he finds temptation in her whiskey-colored eyes, he knows he must resist his attraction, or risk losing his heart.
After a devastating case, Winona Wall has turned her back on her skills as a private investigator, preferring a quiet life as a part-time bartender. That is, until Jake storms into the bar, demanding her help in tracking his missing godchild. Unable to resist Jake’s charm, she reluctantly agrees. But even after Amy is found unharmed, Jake insists Amy’s mother was more involved with her kidnapping than the police suspect. When the situation takes a turn for the worse, Winona must trust her instincts in order to save them all—and avoid falling in love.
by Angela Smith
Sensuality Level: Sensual
Angela Smith is a writer and paralegal who lives in Central Texas with her husband, a handful of animals, and a gathering of books. Find Angela at www.loveisamystery.com, on Facebook, and on Twitter @angelaswriter.
An excerpt from Final Mend:
Winona noticed him the moment he walked into Air Dog. The melody of the bar composed with laughter, voices, and music was loud enough she couldn’t hear his footsteps across the planks, but she felt it deep into her core as her pulse quickened. She watched him approach, his head held high, spine straight, jaw clenched, but his shoulders slouched in defeat. Her heart thumped, the beat inside her chest performing its own role of insecurity. One-upping the other noises.
Winona was used to getting hit on. Partly because they thought her bartender status would grant them free beer, and partly because she was half American Indian, which lent her an air of mystery. Adept at playing it cool without getting serious about anything or anyone, she hadn’t found any man worthy of seriousness.
But this man—attraction personified. Coppery blond hair, as if the earth had blessed him with the ability to draw its color from the sun. Spiked and mussed as if he’d just stepped out of the bedroom after a playful romp in silky sheets. He looked like an athlete, the way his forearms roped their way to the tops of his shoulders. The wrinkles in his otherwise immaculate shirt, the holes in his jeans, and the stubble on his face were sexy instead of dirty.
He eyed the bar before sitting, as if second-guessing his decision to come here. He wasn’t a local. Although she’d only been in Tanyon for six weeks—this time around—she’d visited frequently over the past few months. She personally knew or knew of almost every resident in and around town and knew for sure she’d never seen him before.
This was the man who was asking about her. Had to be. But why?
“Welcome to Air Dog. Can I get you something to drink?” she asked.
“Tonic water and lime.”
“Coming right up.”