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Kiss of Deceit [MultiFormat]
eBook by Patricia A. Rasey
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eBook Category: Suspense/Thriller WordWeaving Award of Excellence Winner
eBook Description:  Another tale of madness, murder, and passion from the newest queen of suspense. Marcus "Snake" Gallego lives in the fast lane. Play hard, ride fast, die young. But nothing seems to touch him, not until his faithless wife turns up dead, and a pretty little detective slams his head against a bar, cuffing his hands behind his back. LeAnne McVeigh has a murderer to catch and "Snake" is a prime suspect according to her fiancé, the County prosecutor. She fights her growing attraction to the biker, but the pull is too strong to ignore and more than that, he proves to be her friend in adversity.
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: Amber Quill Press, LLC, 2002
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2004
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [989 KB], eReader (PDB) [308 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [311 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [279 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [267 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [307 KB], hiebook (KML) [752 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [380 KB], iSilo (PDB) [255 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [321 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [365 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [419 KB]
Words: 96800
Reading time: 276-387 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
"4 Stars ... a well-written thriller where the characters expose their flaws and weaknesses. Ms. Rasey has real potential for suspense."--Jill M. Smith, Romantic Times
"Another racy romantic thriller by Pat Rasey ... will keep the heart pounding, the blood boiling, and the most hardened of readers entertained. Combining extremely sexual and sensual moments with the pursuit of a ruthless killer who's parting deceitful kiss means murder, this novel is a must read."--Cindy Penn, Word Weaving "4 Stars! I liked this book and would put it on my keeper shelf. It's not for the faint-hearted and the author gets into the mind of the killer very well. She gives us a riveting story that is hard to put down and you'll find yourself busy turning the pages to find out the identify of the killer and cheering for the unlikely love between LeAnn and 'Snake.'"--Brenda Gill, Simply eBooks "Powerfully written characters, morally challenging situations and emotionally twisting plots have become a trademark of Patricia Rasey's writing. Once started, this book is nearly impossible to put down. If the good ol' whodunit mystery doesn't snare your interest, the forbidden sexual attraction between Snake and LeAnne will. With enough detail to run the imagination screen inside your head, Kiss of Deceit is a definite must-read!"--Aimee McLeod "Rasey weaves a whole host of intriguing characters throughout her story. Creating the challenge of trying to guess who is really guilty and who is innocent. And just about the time you think you have it, she throws in a hairpin curve and you're right back where you started. I read this book in one sitting, unable to tear myself from its clenches. And I got to the end thinking, all was right with the world once more, the good guy wins, the bad guys loses, the lovers live happily ever after. Then Rasey, threw in a curve. Powerful, Sizzling and Taunting. This is a volatile read!!!"--PJ Johnson
CHAPTER 1 2000 "Marcus Gallego." Marcus's ominous form turned slowly on his bar stool, then rose to his full six-foot-four height, glaring down on LeAnne McVeigh. His eyes, dark as night, bore something akin to evil. Clearing her throat, she continued. "You are under arrest for the murder of your wife, Jillian Gallego. You have the right to remain silent. If you give up the right…" Her gaze swept the bar as her voice went through the motion of reading him his rights. She had done this many times before and could probably do it in her sleep. Except, this time was different–this time the man was strong enough to take off her head, and good-looking enough to sweep her off her feet. Marcus simply chuckled, mocking her. The sound, deep and rumbling, seemed to travel from the soles of his worn leather boots up through the broad expanse of his chest. Of course, the two deputies accompanying her could have done this, saving her the trouble, if not the embarrassment. But she had wanted to be in on the arrest. This was her case. Besides, the deputies were here to watch her back. LeAnne knew better than to enter a bikers' bar alone to arrest one of their kind, and certainly would not have dared, had the bar been full. "Place both hands on the bar, Gallego," she instructed, motioning for one of the deputies to pat him down. He simply crossed his arms over his chest and grinned. "You got the wrong man, lady." LeAnne clenched her teeth. Sure, she was a woman, but she would be damned before she would allow him to think her any less of an adversary than the deputies accompanying her. "Hands on the bar, Gallego," she repeated, taking a step forward. The two deputies fidgeted, obviously nervous at her putting herself within the tall man's reach. His jaw twitched as he seemed to weigh his options, then finally did as she instructed. Tom, the larger of the two deputies, kicked Gallego's feet farther apart, then frisked him. Tom laid Gallego's change, keys, and wallet on the bar as murmurs from the other patrons increased. Tom stepped back. LeAnne grasped Marcus's wrist, wrenching his taut arm behind his back. She slapped the cuff around it, the sharp clack easily carrying through the now-hushed room. "What the–" he gritted between his clenched teeth as he jerked on his arm, nearly tearing it from her clasp. But with a strength someone her size could not seemingly possess, she pulled his arm back behind him, pushed his chest down on the polished but scarred bar, and cuffed his wrists together. "Don't push me today, Gallego," she hissed. "I sure as hell am not in the mood." Then snatching a fistful of his worn brown leather, she jerked him upright. "You're going downtown." "What about my bike?" LeAnne wanted to laugh. Here she was hauling his sorry hide to the station for the murder of his wife and the only thing he could think about was his precious Harley. "Not my problem now, is it? Get someone else to take it home," she stated in a stern voice, daring him to argue. She knew she posed no threat to a man of his caliber, but with two armed men accompanying her, he might think twice before harming her. He nodded his dark head at a salt and pepper-haired biker with a beard reaching to his chest. A beer-belly parted his vest as the sides of his rear spilled off the stool. This man held no similarities with the one she held in her grip; she doubted Marcus Gallego sported even an ounce of fat. Copyright © 2002 by Patricia A. Rasey
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