ILLUSIONS
Releases February 28th from Decadent Publishing
Protection.
Adventure. Love.
It's
all found within The Arms of the Law...
Detective
Isabella Knowles, a tough-as-nails cop, lives by the law, and knows what she
wants out of life. And it doesn't include marriage or all that comes with
it. Everything Isabella has ever known seems like an illusion when a
new relationship makes her feel more alive than ever before. She
isn’t happy about it and fights it every step of the way.
Burned
by his fiancé years ago, seer and P.I., Brady Jacobs never wants another
commitment in his life. But his bachelorhood and heart are threatened
when he has one of his visions and see a killer striking too close to the
woman he has recently come to love.
Danger
lurks close to home and neither Brady nor Isabella like that they can’t control
every situation…especially matters of the heart.
Excerpt,
Kacey Hammell, © 2012
“What’s this? A party and no one told me?”
At the newest addition to the conversation,
Isabella’s pulse accelerated double-time. She looked toward the door
Man, I don’t need this today.
Brady Jacobs walked—no, sauntered—into the office and heading
toward Ethan, spared her not a glance.
Black denim jeans encased his firm, shapely
ass like a second skin and a black T-shirt with sleeves rolled over his
beautiful biceps. He looked good enough to eat. A flood of heat coursed through
her body. Brady was a man who was confident in himself and when he entered the
room, there was a ripple effect. Everyone sat up to take notice of him and
women practically swooned, eager to catch his eye. But Brady rarely gave any
one woman the time of day. He was adamant about keeping his personal life
private, and his no-commitment rule was always in full force. Something he was
always upfront about with the ladies.
“Hey, pal. Great game this morning.” Brady
slapped Ethan on the back.
“Shit, Jacobs. You kicked my ass and then
some.” Ethan chuckled. “My head just wasn’t in it today.” Isabella could see
Ethan’s gaze move again toward the newspaper on Alicia’s desk.
If it wouldn’t be obvious, I’d snatch it and
run to burn it.
“Morning, Ms. Alicia. How’s my sugar-girl
today?” Brady headed over to Alicia’s desk, ruffling her hair as he stepped
behind her, as if she were his little sister.
Leave it to Brady. Always make the
ladies feel special.
“Get lost, Jacobs. I’m sick of seeing you
around here,” Alicia said flippantly.
She must really be pissed about the photo.
Isabella let out a frustrated sigh, causing three sets of eyes to look her way.
“Morning, Brady.” Isabella smiled, hoping she
looked like a woman with not a care in the world. “What brings you to the
precinct this early in the morning?”
Brady’s gaze held hers for seconds longer
than she would have liked.
“Actually, I came to see Alicia. I need to go
over the Vaughn case with her. I had another vision last night.” He spoke
without hesitation.
Trenton’s finest P.I. had become the city’s
favorite after his first vision had saved the Walker twins eight years ago. The
twins, then seven years old, had wandered off into the woods behind their
family home one afternoon. When they didn’t return to the house for dinner that
night, their frantic mother had called the police, begging someone to help her
find her missing boys.
Within hours, an Amber Alert had been called
and hundreds of citizens and every cop available had combed the Walkers’ woods,
looking for the boys. After six hours without success, exhaustion had set in
with many of the volunteers. Everyone had worked tirelessly, but when there
seemed to be no hope in sight, Brady showed up, at a frantic near-run, and
charged into the woods. Within thirty minutes, he came back out with a boy
tucked under each arm.
Only after the Walkers had been calmed, the
boys tucked into bed, did Isabella and Connor question Brady. With much
resistance, Brady confessed to his ESP, the visions that had begun during his
stint in the Marines.
Most times, out of nowhere—Brady could be
sleeping, driving, taking a shower—and a vision would claim him. In the eight
years since the Walker incident, Brady had probably saved more lives than most
cops.
While he didn’t have visions for every
beating, murder, kidnapping, or mugging in New Jersey, high-profile incidents
seemed to find a channel in Brady.
With each high-profile case solved
successfully, Trenton’s citizens claimed him as a favorite son. If a child ran
away, parents would hire Brady to assist in bringing them home. If there were a
murder, police at a dead end would call Brady in.
No one thought anything unkind about him or
his visions.
It made his P.I. business a huge success and
he took it all in stride. Isabella admired him for it.
“Damn, Brady. Why didn’t you call me
immediately?” Alicia growled in a disgruntled voice.
“I am telling you, Alicia. I had to get the
whole thing in order before contacting you.” Brady shook his head and headed
for the window overlooking West Street, the one she had just moments ago been
staring out of.
“Well? What have you got for me?” Alicia
demanded.
With a chuckle, Brady turned back to Alicia.
“Impatient damn woman, aren’t you? Just like your cousin. Always impatient for
more.”
Isabella felt her cheeks burn and prayed
Brady wasn’t being an ass on purpose to start further questions running through
Alicia’s mind. She didn’t need them from her.
“If people would deliver, Brady, I wouldn’t
need more,” Isabella declared with some satisfaction. His eyes turned a darker
grey than their normal silver color.
Don’t mess me with me and think you’ll win,
big guy.
Mark your calendar for February 28th to grab your copy!
Readers are welcome contact me at kaceyhammell@gmail.com
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