The Stroke of Midnight
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Secrets and late nights were as much a part of the man as his badge and black leather
Detective Riker was six feet tall with a lithe body and dark eyes that gave new meaning to the word seductive. He was an intriguing package, concealing something behind an emotional barricade. And while Devon Tremayne was sure she could trust him with her safety, she couldn't be certain about her heart.
A serial murderer had targeted Devon as the next victim and promised to strike at midnight on the eve of Christmas. Posing as an undercover cop was the only way Riker could expose the killer and protect Devon. But could Riker control his mounting desire for Devon before Christmas came....?
Detective Riker was six feet tall with a lithe body and dark eyes that gave new meaning to the word seductive. He was an intriguing package, concealing something behind an emotional barricade. And while Devon Tremayne was sure she could trust him with her safety, she couldn't be certain about her heart.
A serial murderer had targeted Devon as the next victim and promised to strike at midnight on the eve of Christmas. Posing as an undercover cop was the only way Riker could expose the killer and protect Devon. But could Riker control his mounting desire for Devon before Christmas came....?
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Growing up, romance always had a strong appeal for Jenna Ryan, but romantic suspense was the perfect fit. She tried out a number of different careers, but writing has always been her one true love. That and her longtime partner, Rod. Inspired from book to book by her sister Kathy, she lives in a rural setting fifteen minutes from the city of Victoria, British Columbia. She loves reader feedback. Email her at [email protected] or visit Jenna Ryan on Facebook.
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