Reckoning

Release date: 31 March 2014
ReckoningThe honeymoon is over for Cody and Remy LeBeau. And Cody’s darkest secret haunts her, threatening to destroy their marriage.

The brutal murder of a former judge sets in motion a domino effect of killings that all point back to Cody and her father. She suspects her father is hiding something sinister from her and Remy. But the closer she tries to get to her husband, the more she feels Remy drifting away from her, taken by his job and his stubborn instance that she’s not trusting him enough. Then her ex-boyfriend sends her a warning note, and with her world spinning out of control, Cody turns to the only man she does trust to help her and protect Remy. Her actions produce a result she’s not prepared to handle.

Remy watches as his once happy marriage is pulled apart brick by brick. With threats closing in all sides, he’s forced to resort to his cold, secretive style that has kept him alive. If he’s to have any chance at succeeding, he must rely on the assistance of the last person on earth he wants to reach out to, even if the result continues to push Cody away.BUY NOW

Death will have a reckoning, and for Cody and Remy it could mean the end of everything they’ve loved.

by Winter Austin

Romantic Suspense
Sensuality Level: Behind Closed Doors

Author Bio:
Winter Austin resides in the mid-west with her Beta Hero, four mind-boggling kids, and a bevy of pets. When she’s not trying to kill her characters in some form or fashion she can be found in the kitchen creating another culinary delight.

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An excerpt from Reckoning:

Head propped on her hand, she stared at the steady rise and fall of his bare chest. Day-old scruff and his dark-brown hair mussed from sleep made him a picture worth enjoying. She loved watching him sleep. It was a rare luxury, because he always seemed to become aware of her and wake up. What usually followed made her love him more.

Cody Lewis-LeBeau gnawed on her lip, debating whether to rouse her husband or let him sleep. Remy had come home late, another murder case keeping him in Dallas. Instead of staying at the condo, like they’d planned he should do on late nights, he drove back to Fort Worth. When he crawled into bed at two-thirty, Cody had been zonked out. She barely recalled the press of his lips against her forehead or his arms wrapped around her body.

Nine months of marriage and she still couldn’t get enough of him. Checking the clock next to their bed, she grimaced. She was already late getting out the door to do her chores. What was another half hour? The horses would keep.

Bending forward until her lips brushed his ear, she gently blew. Remy groaned and turned his head away. Once he settled, Cody nuzzled his neck, drawing in his warm, spicy scent. A low growl met her advances. She grinned.

Ma vieille, I got five hours of sleep. Back off.”

“Only five? That’s more than you let me have the first four months we were married.”

He peeled his eyelids open. “Don’t you have horses to take care of?”

“They can wait.” Her hand slipped around his waist and started south.

Remy caught her wrist—he might be half-awake, but his reflexes still caught her off-guard—then dragged it up to his chest, where he trapped her hand. “Non. Let me sleep.”

“You’re no fun.” She went to roll away but found herself jerked back. Flopping onto his chest, she peered up at him.

“Kiss.”

Snorting, she pushed up to tower over him. “You’re awfully demanding for someone who’s kicking his wife outta bed so he can sleep.”

“That’s penance for waking me up.”

She leaned forward, their noses brushing. “I ain’t Catholic, so I don’t owe penance.”

Remy made a weird noise in his throat. “I am, so pay up, catin.”

“What? That ain’t how it works.”

He chuckled, his hand snaking behind her neck, and forced her head down. Cody resisted for all of point-zero-three seconds, letting his expert mouth wreak havoc on her mind and body. Apparently, all thoughts of sleep fled as he dragged her body over his, never breaking contact with her mouth.

Cody shivered as his hands slid the silk gown up her thighs. Maybe penance could work in her favor.