The White Carnation

Release date: April 20, 2015
The White CarnationThe last person disgraced reporter Faye Lewis wants back in her life is Detective Rob Halliday, the man she blames for ruining her career and breaking her heart. But when she finds an old friend murdered, he’s the one she calls.

For the past year, Rob and his team have been hunting the Harvester, a serial killer who ritualistically murders new mothers and vanishes with their infants. What Rob doesn’t need is another case, especially one involving his ex-fiancée.

Then Faye is assaulted, and Rob realizes the cases are connected. She may hold the answers he needs to find the elusive killer. But the more they investigate, the more complex the situation becomes. Can they set the past aside and work together, or will the Harvester and his followers reap another prize?

by Susanne Matthews

BUY NOWRomantic Suspense
Sensuality Level: Sensual

Author Bio:
A former high school teacher, Susanne Matthews lives in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, the inspiration for all her heroes. When she’s not writing, she enjoys camping in summer, and romantic getaways in winter.

Find Susanne Matthews at: www.mhsusannematthews.ca/, on Facebook, and on Twitter @jandsmatt.

 

An excerpt from The White Carnation:

“Faye, are you going to need me today?”

She jumped and turned quickly as the deep voice startled her.

“Jimmy, you scared the daylights out of me.” She chuckled to take the sting out of her words. “How can a man walk softly in those bloody things?” She stared down at the combat boots he preferred.

He laughed. “What can I say? I tread carefully.”

Dressed in beige camo gear, he stood right in front of her, close enough to trap her between himself and the desk. His dark brown hair, disheveled as it always was, fell into his eyes. The scruff on his face was a little worse today than it had been, and while she knew some women considered his look sexy, she didn’t. He reminded her of a war correspondent who didn’t know when he’d get his next shower or meal. Tinted glasses all but obscured his eyes. His slightly sour body odor and cigarette-tainted breath filled her nostrils. She put her hand up to his chest and shoved lightly.

“A little room to breathe, please. What’s with the outfit? If I did need you, you’d have to go home and change. You look like Grizzly Adams in that getup.”

“Going to do a nature shoot later today.” He stepped back as requested and smiled down at her. “Sorry, didn’t mean to crowd you.”

“Well, you’d better stay upwind. If any of the animals get a whiff of you, they’ll run for cover. That gear’s in desperate need of washing.”

Jimmy’s face reddened, and he stared down at the fancy Japanese camera hanging around his neck. At his waist, he wore his military-style utility belt filled with lenses, film, and everything else his craft required. The man was a genius with a camera, but as eccentric as they came.

“It’s deer musk. It’s supposed to attract them,” he said defensively, and Faye wrinkled her nose.

“I find it repulsive. I guess that proves I’m not a deer.”

The young photographer had joined the staff of the Boston Examiner a little more than two years ago. He’d been her shadow for almost a year until the debacle that cost her a spot on the crime beat. Now, he joined her as often as he could, but there really wasn’t anything too exciting in the world of dog shows or debutantes. Faye pitied him because he reminded her of what it was like to be on the outside looking in. He was the odd man out, just as she was now.

Jimmy made her somewhat uncomfortable in close quarters; he was zealous about his work but far too serious and opinionated for some of the other reporters. After he’d spurned Tina’s advances, she’d been quite vocal in her opposition to working with him, but Sloan, to his credit, knew a good thing and refused to listen to her complaints. Tina had backed down, and she and Jimmy appeared to be enjoying an uneasy truce.

Faye smiled. “Well, good luck with Bambi. Maybe next time you can come with me, but you’ll have to reconsider your wardrobe.”