This week on Thriller Thursday I'm hosting Emily Duvall, and her latest romantic suspense, Winter's Heist. I read the blurb, and it immediately hooked me. I love stories about the Faberge eggs, and this one has reeled me in. Especially the excerpt. Whoa, is it hot! I hope after you read below, you're just as hooked.
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Beautiful. Haunting. Rare. The Fabergé Eggs are on display at the Carter Museum of History and Science. Jason Hood, the museum’s pretentious owner, knows their value is bound to attract attention, but the coordinated attack on the exhibit is not something he saw coming.
A field trip to the museum for Amara Massey and her students takes a deadly turn. She finds herself at the center of a police investigation with few leads. Convinced Amara is withholding information, Jason pursues her to get the answers he cannot get on his own. The outcome neither of them expect is their surprising need for each other. What must they sacrifice to get everything they want?
“I’m sorry for your loss.” She folded her hands in her lap and focused on the fire, at the darkness, anywhere but his eyes. “I would die if I lost my family. They mean everything to me. Do you ever talk about his death?”
"Don't you think it would help?"
He shook his head. "Don't do this."
"Be like the others."
"The women I date. They want me to divulge every feeling about Carter's death. My loss isn't something to fix. So, don't go there, okay?"
"Don't ever talk to me like you did when you came to my house," she said, frustration rising in her veins. "You don't get to pull a wall up just because the topic makes you uncomfortable. I relived the heist in front of you. We're beyond hiding from one another." Amara turned to him; their knees touched. "I'm not just some woman you have dated. I don't accept your excuses or your practiced speech you've given other women. I don't want to fix you. Your heart isn't for me to see. Your soul isn't mine to figure out. The loss of your brother isn't my pain to absorb. I thought I had Tyler figured out, and look how far that got me. You can keep your secrets and your heartbreak. You can hold on to your grief as tight as you want. I don’t want to be the one to see what happens when you let it go. Beyond tonight, beyond this moment, we don’t owe each other anything.”
Jason grabbed her face in his hands and captured her lips with his mouth. His movements were a force blasting straight to her core. Unyielding. Fast. All-consuming. Amara grabbed his wrists, coiling her fingers around them. Short breaths burst from her lips. He changed the rhythm to a slow, burning intensity. His lips exploited her mouth, her tongue, lighting her up from the inside out. The blanket fell away. Her body eased into his. She ran her hands down his jaw, inhaling his light, airy scent. The cold air around them faded with heat running through her like a molten river from her belly to her thighs and every in between. Jason’s mouth was hard and strong and determined, rendering her helpless. Every flick of his tongue and bite of his lip pulled her in closer. He could win this one. She had no interest in being right or fighting back. Her hands ran down his chest.
Jason grabbed her coat by the collar, keeping their faces close. His eyes met hers and he let her see the tormented grin. Flutters flooded her stomach. Amara needed more. More of his lips on hers, more of his hands sliding up and down her thighs. More of everything.
“I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you,” he whispered, grazing his mouth over hers.
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