After writing five books, my muse and I realized that Ryan Griffith, Ethan Mahoney's partner and sidekick, was getting way too little attention. Ryan was the goofy, young guy. He was a professional bodyguard, but also a man who had not yet settled down. He loved playing pranks on his fellow partners, and when it came to partying, he was the last one standing. So, we decided to write a story with him in the spotlight. The result was a novel that starts as an easy summer fling.
Two young people just want to have fun in the sun and go about their business when their vacation ends. But then Ryan is accused of murdering the recently elected mayor of Lima, and all hell breaks loose. The evidence seems overwhelming, and Ryan is thrown in jail. He quickly realizes that he’s alone, doesn’t speak the language, and is facing criminals far more sinister than he had ever imagined.
My muse was very happy with the brainstorming process—the sudden change from sunbathing to showering with thugs and from swimming in the sea to fighting for his life. (She’s not shy about putting on a dramatic show! LOL!) We had the chance to showcase Ryan’s character and demonstrate that the seemingly carefree man can stand up for himself.
Due to its length, the story was published in two volumes.
Here’s an excerpt for you to enjoy…
Excerpt (the summer fling
begins…)
Sara’s hand traveled across his shoulder beyond his collarbone. Smiling
tentatively, she bit her lower lip. “Hmm, I noticed you shave your chest.”
Ryan, smiling lopsidedly, told her with a glance it was quite a change of
subject. “Yes, I do. I read that most South American men consider this…strange
and would never do it.”
“I haven’t seen it before. Most men like that mass of hair as if it makes them
more…manly. Stress their heritage or their male accessories. I don’t see it
that way. A man shouldn’t be judged by his hair…or lack of it.” Sara giggled.
“May I?”
“Touch my chest? Do you think you need permission after we’ve already played in
the water?”
Sara smiled and gently reached out to touch him with her fingertips.
Ryan cocked his head, lowering his chin to give her an inviting grin. “Now,
that was kinda shy. May I ask you again—will you touch me? And put a little
feeling into it?”
Sara flicked her tongue across her lips, brows arched. “Are you…shaven
someplace else? Beyond your face?”
Ryan hesitated, evading her glance once again. “Yes.”
She put her hand over her mouth, holding back her words, but with a sparkle of
curiosity asked, “Why?”
Again, Ryan hesitated.
“Too personal, hmm?” Sara flinched. “Sorry. Sometimes my mouth is faster than
my brain.”
“It’s just a good feeling,” Ryan said quietly. “I like it that way.”
Sara nodded, inching closer to put both hands on his chest, gently caressing
him up to his shoulders. In slow-motion, she sat on his lap in a way that sped
up his pulse immediately. His mouth was dry.
“Would you mind me…?” She stopped, searching his face.
Ryan swallowed, putting down the bottle. The tension had been building, and
still a part of him didn’t want to follow the feeling. His voice was breathy.
“You want permission to have a look? Or more?”
“I’d go for more.” A smile curled the corner of her lips sans lipstick. He
found her lovely just the way she was. “And I bet I won’t be disappointed.”
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