About COLD MALICE
ASAC Steve (Mac) McKenzie is out to prove himself by leading a task force investigating a series of murders in the heart of Washington, DC. His undercover work in an antigovernment compound twenty years earlier is related—as is the sweet, innocent girl he befriended back then. Now that girl is a beautiful woman, and she has something to hide.
Tess Fallon spent a lifetime trying to outrun her family’s brand of bigotry, but someone is threatening her anonymity by using the anniversary of her father’s death to carry out evil crimes and she’s terrified her younger brother is involved. She sets out to find the truth and comes face-to-face with a man she once idolized, a man she thought long dead. As the crimes escalate it becomes obvious the killer has an agenda, and Tess and Mac are running out of time to stop him.
Will the perpetrator use a decades-old dream of revolution to attack the federal government? And will the fact that Tess and Mac have fallen hard for each other give a cold-hearted killer the power to destroy them both?
He took a half step closer and lowered his head toward hers. Her heart kicked against her ribs as she glanced up, startled. She held still, not daring to breathe.
He paused with his lips about a millimeter from her mouth, restraint evident in the tense lines around his eyes. “You scared the shit out of me with that phone call earlier.”
His breath brushed her lips. Her heart tried to escape the bars of its cage.
His grip tightened. “I thought you were going to die.”
She swallowed, never taking her eyes from his lips. Her blood fluttered in her veins like a thousand humming birds taking flight.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he told her. “You have a problem with that?”
She gave the slightest shake of her head— permission or acknowledgement, she wasn’t sure which. Then waited as he took forever to close that tiny gap. For some strange reason, she’d imagined it would be a gentle kiss, a restrained, polite peck, like the one they’d shared outside the cabin when Henry Jessop had been watching. A light caress like the glancing stroke of a feather. But there was nothing tentative about this kiss.
When his lips finally met hers, his tongue slipped along the seam of her mouth like he owned her. It was as if he was done thinking, done waiting. Her hands were trapped between their bodies as he stepped between her legs, pressing ever closer. Her mouth dropped open on a shocked gasp at the feel of his hardness pressing against her core. His tongue explored the texture and taste of her mouth, as if he was imprinting on her flavor.
He tasted like coffee and strength and sin.
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