Death is preferable to what awaits in her forgotten past.
Coffee is the only thing standing between Grace Debry and a straight-jacket since she gave up swearing in honor of her foster mom. A rash of break-ins make her wonder if caffeine is enough. Especially when the notes left behind make it personal. Her brand-spanking new life is more nightmare than dream-come-true.
All Matthew Duncan has wanted since hiring Grace is to have her in his passenger seat, his arms, and his bed. As they grow closer, the feisty brunette proves to be a handful—one Matt is happy to hold. He’s determined to give her the happily ever after she stopped believing in years ago. Unfortunately for Grace, it will take more than Matt’s considerable resolve to keep her safe.
Three’s a crowd—not that he cares. Every move she makes, every breath she takes … he’s watching. Waiting to reclaim what he lost.
Angel Nicholas pens another wildly passionate romantic suspense with Dying for Love.
Thank you so much for celebrating with me the release of Dying for Love! I’m extremely proud of this story, in part because it’s set in a city near and dear to my heart—Boise, Idaho. Boise is an evolving city with diverse art programs, a happy mix of upscale shops and restaurants and cozy local boutiques and cafes, and the occasional curious mountain lion who wanders down from the foothills. A few hours to the north you’ll find an array of charming, unique towns nestled at the base of mountains where you’ll be welcomed by friendly folk eager to make your stay a pleasant one.
Matthew Duncan was born and raised in Boise, and it’s where he established his successful building company. Grace Debry, on the other hand, is a fairly recent transplant from the Mid-West. I can tell you from personal experience that the big skies, laid back natives, and endless mountain forests of Idaho can be a bit of a culture shock compared to the bustling flatness of the Great Lakes regions. Idaho residents are by and large friendly and welcoming, if a little stuck in their ways, and you can’t beat the accessibility to the wilderness! :)
Below is an excerpt from Dying for Love, explaining in Grace’s own words what drew her to the area.
“So.” Desperate, she searched for a safe topic of conversation. She lifted the cup to her mouth, sipped and absently licked a stray drop of coffee from the rim. “Did you grow up in Boise?”
His gaze, which had been on her lips, returned to her eyes. She had a sudden urge for lip
liner and glossy lipstick. Mr. Duncan settled back. He seemed relieved, as if he’d been afraid she would abandon him.
Wow. She totally needed to get a grip.
“Yes. What about you? I know you graduated from Purdue then worked in the Chicago area for several years before moving here. Did you grow up in Lafayette?”
She blinked. Did he pay such close attention to everyone he hired? Duh. Of course he did. No reason he’d pay special attention to her.
“I grew up in Northern Indiana by Lake Michigan. I lived in Michigan City for a while, then spent all of high school with a family that lived near the border of Michigan City and LaPorte.”
“That’s right. You grew up in foster care. Not an easy childhood.”
Her eyes had to be as big as saucers. She shifted uncomfortably. “How did you know that?”
Amusement brightened his eyes. “You did consent to a full background check, Miss Debry.”
“Well, yes. But I…that is...” She cleared her throat. “I didn’t know the extent of what such a check would reveal. Or that you would remember it.”
He inclined his head. “You interest me.”
Grace blinked. Interested him like an insect squashed between two slides and pressed into the plate beneath a microscope lens? “No.”
His eyebrows rose. “No?”
Her face heated. “No, it wasn’t difficult growing up in foster care.”
She fiddled with her cup. That was a lie, but she didn’t share her past. Besides, her mind had gone completely and utterly blank. In a gulp, she finished her coffee and gently set the cup and saucer on the low table.
Mr. Duncan met her gaze. “What brought you to Boise? It’s a long way from the Midwest.”
“I got tired of the crowds. Chicago is a beautiful city, but it’s congested and rundown. I wanted a change.”
“Why Boise?” He leaned forward. “You could have gone anywhere. You have excellent references. You’re young. The world is your oyster.”
A slight smile revealed a dimple on his left cheek. Attraction zipped through her veins without permission.
Stomach tightening, Grace licked her lips. “I Googled it. Boise sounded small enough to offer room to roam, yet large enough to offer the amenities and shopping I enjoy. Plus, the athleticism of the area appealed to me. Skiing, cycling, hiking. The Greenbelt.” She gestured toward the river. “I was able to find a great condo overlooking the Greenbelt and the Boise River, just past Katherine Albertson Park.”
A great condo easily broken into... The scene in her kitchen flashed in her mind. Her hands shook and she tucked them beneath her legs, focusing on the here and now. She chewed on the corner of her lip. Reduced to rambling. Time to go. She didn’t care how lonely he seemed. He was handsome and wealthy. No way was he lonely.