Swamp Ghosts Excerpt
GUNN PULLED UP in front of Maggie’s house just in time to see her garage door going up. He turned off his headlights, cut the ignition, and sat watching her for a moment, not sure if she had seen him yet. She was standing on tiptoe, pulling down the canoe cushions from one of the shelves along the wall of her garage. Her arms were raised over her head, and her body was defined by the glow of the garage lights. She was wearing khaki shorts and a tank top, showing off her lithe figure to perfection—tall and slim, with curves that stretched the knit top in just the right ways.
Okay, Gunn…enough staring at the lovely Captain Devlin. She probably has some kind of built-in radar device that pings every time a guy ogles her, and you’re already skating on thin ice in that regard. Get out and go help her load the canoe. Read more…