Vindication [Adventures of a Private Jane #1]
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by Lyric James
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: P.I. Karyn Harris' sister was killed in the line of duty and branded a rogue cop. She's spent the last year grieving and trying to clear her sister's name. Zechariah Washington, an ex-cop and law student, is there to help ease her pain, but he wants to be more than a shoulder to cry on. Then, an unexpected phone call sends the couple on a life-threatening search to find the clue that will vindicate her sister. Can Zechariah convince Karyn there's more to their relationship or will they both fall victim to the same people who murdered her sister?
eBook Publisher: Cobblestone Press, 2006
eBookwise Release Date: January 2008
3 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [57 KB]
Reading time: 33-47 min.
"Danger, a double-cross and delicious bed play make Adventures of a Private Jane: Vindication an excellent read. Lyric James had just found her way onto my 'best new authors' list as she serves up a piping hot and slickly suspenseful read about secrets, slime balls and sex. These are some smoking love scenes, to be sure, and I found myself admiring the intensity and attention to detail in this tale. Karyn is a bold, tenacious woman who knows what she wants, and aims to get it. Zechariah does admirable duty as her erstwhile lover who finds himself tangled in their web of passion. Watching a woman get her man has never been so entertaining! 5 Angels!"--Michelle, Fallen Angel Reviews
"This is a sensational tale with fast action, suspense, and hot steamy love scenes. Creatively written, you will follow Karyn's dangerous quest to find out what happened to her sister and fall in love with the man who stands by her side. Never a dull moment, it grabs you from beginning to the very end. Everything you want in a romantic suspense is all tied up in this neat book. A fabulous read! 4 Cups!"--Wateena, Coffee Time Romance
There's nothing like hot sex in the afternoon, Karyn Harris thought. She raced into her apartment, threw her purse and keys on the corner table, and glanced at her watch.
"Twenty-minutes," she muttered.
More than enough time for a quick shower so she could jump into the new black teddy she'd purchased last week.
She left a pile of clothes from the hallway to the bathroom as she undressed, tripping over her own two feet along the way. Inside, she grabbed her toothbrush and applied toothpaste, turned on the shower, and began to brush her teeth.
Karyn was surprised she could be this happy. Of course, she and Zechariah were not a couple ... not officially. If you wanted to be technical about it, they were just sex buddies. For over a year they'd enjoyed an occasional mid-afternoon sexcapade, midnight booty call, even an early morning rendezvous. But they weren't a couple. She liked him. She really did, and would never admit to anyone that she was almost halfway in love with him.
Their respective careers kept them too busy for her to consider anything else. He was a rich boy law student. She was a private investigator with a new firm and two employees to manage.
To think about work, though, made her feel remorseful about giving up. For the last year she'd worked on her own to find out who'd framed her sister, and then killed her.
But a year of failed leads had left her feeling broken and guilty. Guilty because she hadn't yet found her sister's killer or cleared her name.
As she slathered on her favorite peach scented lotion, she remembered how meeting Zechariah had helped to ease some of her pain.
She thought of him now, his magnificent bronze body, that six-foot-two-inch frame, and those eyes. Chocolate brown, with lashes any sane woman would kill for. And let's not forget his nine-inch dick.
In her walk-in closet she turned from side to side in front of the full-length mirror. "Perfect. This will definitely drive him wild."
A knock at the door put a quick smile on her face. She called out, "Coming," and giggled.
She took a deep breath and opened the door, sliding her knee up its side.
Zechariah Washington knew he'd need all the help he could get when Karyn opened the door. God in heaven.
"Well, hello stranger." She issued the greeting in that low, sexy voice that always conjured up a vision of her sensuous body wrapped around his.
Swallowing hard, he let his gaze roam from the top of her pedicured feet to her delicate calves. Those thighs were nature's gift to men everywhere and what lay between--Oh my. He couldn't wait to sink himself into her.
He lifted his gaze to her face. This woman was the sable-haired, coffee-eyed embodiment of sex.
"Come on in."