Title: Grant Me
Author:
Em Perna
Genre:
Romance / Mystery
Neva
Mathews and Jason Grant came from seemingly different worlds. She is a
tattooed, single mother of one and he is a hardboiled detective who has sworn
off on relationships. But when they cross paths, attraction becomes inevitable
and the two find themselves falling hopelessly and dangerously in love…
Neva Mathews
It was a dark and
stormy night. Not really. More like a bright and muggy afternoon, in a grocery
store parking lot, that I met him. He was larger than the sun at
that moment. Could be because he stood at six glorious feet and five
extra inches. Or it could be because I’d just fallen to earth after
slamming into him, allowing his big body to eclipse the sun. I didn’t
know it at the time, but this beast of a man would take me out of my peaceful
life, and catapult me onto the roller coaster of a lifetime. I never saw
myself falling in love again, having lost my childhood love five years
before. I mean, I come as a package deal with my best friend Shelly and
handsome son Drew. But meeting Grant softened my heart and made me fall for
him. Too bad he didn’t come with a warning label.
Jason Grant
I had one
mission. There’s a reason I’m one of Miami’s best detectives; I always
accomplish my mission. But then I met her, and my world suddenly shifted
on its axis. I watched her from afar for several months. Watching and
waiting for the right moment to make my move. Yet being around her has
changed things. My blackened heart is beating again, craving this woman, making
me want for things I’d given up on long ago. She reminds me of a porcelain
doll. The only difference is the vivid colorful tattoos along each arm. She’s
so small. If I’m not careful, I may be the reason she breaks.
Author Bio
Em Perna is a sarcastic
35 year old with a penchant for hot pink hair. She was born in sunny
Florida, but has moved several times, while following her husband as he
advances in his career. When she's not writing, she's kept quite busy by being
a wife, a boo-boo kisser, a football team mom, a dog walker, teacher of ABC's,
home chef, chauffeur, and a Superhero's personal assistant.
She's
an avid reader, but prefers a romance novel above all others.
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Excerpt #1
The grocery store is a mad
house today. The blistering heat must be sending everyone indoors, and it feels
like my corner store is the best place to be. As I stand staring at the
hair color selections, I can’t help but wish I’d been born a redhead. Or
maybe a dark brunette. Shoot, any color would really do to keep my skin
from looking so pale. I do this once a month and still I’ve never colored
my hair. But I always dream one day I'll have the guts to try something
different. As I put the black hair color box back on the shelf, I feel
the hair on the back of my neck rise up. Reaching up, to rub away the goose
bumps, I shift slightly to my left and look down the crowded row in search of
the cause. Everyone seems to be zoned out in their shopping, but I make
another sweep through the mass of busy customers just to make sure. I’ve never
had this persistent sensation of being watched before, and my nerves are on the
proverbial knifes edge because of it. Turning my concentration back to my task,
I grab the requested bottle of wine, finish grabbing the rest of my goodies,
and head to the front of the store. Forty-five dollars and change later,
I’m back into the muggy Florida sun once again. Juggling the two full
bags on one arm, I'm looking through my cluttered purse in search of my keys
when I slam into a wall. Oomph. As I land hard on my backside, the bags and
purse fly out of my arms, scattering around me. I look up and blind myself, by
looking directly at the bright globe in the sky from my seated position.
Seriously, what in the hell was that? The seat of my jeans
has started to catch fire from the hot ground, but I try to get my bearings
before jumping up and beating the nearby wall with my purse. After
assessing that yes, I was indeed on the ground in the parking lot, I look up
again, and up some more, to the reason for my fall. Nope. No not a wall, but a
man. A huge man, by the look of him. So large he may as well be a wall.
His body shifts to block the sun completely, disguising his features from my
vantage point down on the hot asphalt. I watch him bend down to reach for
one of the bags closest to his feet, and this new position places him close
enough for me to catch a whiff of his cologne. My body moves without me
telling it to and I take a subtle sniff to revisit the fragrance, while my
brain plays make-believe. I don’t know him, or even what his appearance is, but
that doesn’t stop the sudden urge to lick his neck, only inches from my
mouth. He has the most enticing smell. It’s like taking a shot of pheromones
straight up the nose. The musky fragrance has me fantasizing about hot
sweaty sex in the back of a steamy car. Maybe sex in a newer Ford Shelby, with
red leather seats, so smooth they cause you to slide against them. Hmmm. I had
no idea cologne could smell like that, or why my brain automatically went
there, but evidently my imagination wants to have a little fun with his scent.
He sets the bags, upright, next to my knees and stands again.
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