Excerpt from Her Dark Angel, a contemporary romantic suspense set in Reno, Portland and Tahoe.
“Is there something there you don’t want me to see? Are you the reason my uncle’s business is failing?"
He didn’t flinch nor turn away from her appraising gaze. “You never know, do you.” His smile was lazy, self confident. She knew now for sure-- her first impulse had been right. She didn’t like him. His features were nearly perfect, but there was a sneer under the surface that could turn them almost ugly. Was she seeing his soul? There would be no middle ground with how someone saw Dill Delaney—angel or devil.God, she almost hated him as he coldly met her gaze with that harsh, masculine toughness, those cold eyes, but something was worse about him. Under it all she saw vulnerability. Damn. She hated seeing that. There was a quality of boyishness that called out to be nurtured.She turned away, not wanting to find anything good in that face. She was sure of it. He couldn't be trusted. He was the type who would use whatever weakness he found in others."You’re right, he said, “don’t trust me.”That was infuriating. He was reading her mind. “I won’t.”"Good. Don't trust anybody down here.""Except Uncle John," she corrected. She looked back and saw the muscle twitch in his jaw."Love your uncle," he said, "don't trust him either."She glared at him. "I've known Uncle John all my life. If I can't trust him, who can I trust?"He shook his head, his hands spread. "Don't ask me. I've never found trust gained me much."
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