Wednesday, June 01, 2011
New Release: Texan Undercover
Texan Undercover is a fun Retro Read. It certainly was fun to write. I call it Retro because the story is set in 1998. You know, back in the day before WiFi, Bluetooth, blueray, and flat screen TVs became widespread. There were no smartphones, netbooks, iPods, Kindles or Wii. MP3s were relatively new and people still watched movies on VHS. Not everyone owned a computer; laptops were mainly used in the corporate world. Tablets were taken for headaches, texting pretty much didn't exist, and internet cafes were becoming popular here and abroad.
This book is my one and only attempt at writing a romantic suspense. (So far.) I had my heroine open up a chain of cyber cafes in several Texas college towns. I added a sexy private eye who goes undercover to catch a computer hacker. What you get is a fast-paced story filled with laughter, love and delicious sexually-charged tension. The coffee and lattes aren't half-bad either . . .
Here's the blurb:
Sparks fly and computers crash when Claire Maxwell's cybercafe is used for nefarious purposes. She's thrown into the midst of an undercover operation and doesn't like it one bit. She really doesn't like being thrown in the company of the hot private eye handling the case. Claire doesn't believe in love or happily ever after anymore. Can the handsome P.I. change her mind?
Dillon Anderson needs Claire's help to stop a dangerous corporate hacker. What he doesn't need is the sucker punch of desire whenever she's near. Dillon has always avoided beautiful "upper-class" women, but avoiding Claire proves to be an impossible mission. Can he get the job done without getting done in himself?
And here's the excerpt:
Claire never would have believed she could react this way to a strange man. His spicy aftershave turned her insides to mush. "I have the paperwork filled out," she said, scooting a neatly typed sheet of paper across the desk. "All I need is some ID and your signature."
Dillon reached in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He handed over his driver's license, then skimmed the paper.
Claire stared at the plastic card in her hand. "This says your name is Dillon Andrews."
He looked up from the paper, leaned forward and motioned for her to do the same. His gaze locked on her. Mesmerized her. She leaned closer.
"Ms. Maxwell," he said, his soft tone just this side of a whisper, "I'm working under an assumed name. The ID is fake. This is an undercover investigation. You need to remember that at all times. Got it?"
He carefully enunciated each word, almost in exaggeration, like he was explaining something to an inept child. Claire felt her hackles rise. His eyes held her frozen. He wasn't looking at her like she was a child . . .
Anne Marie :)