intriguing? Patti O’Shea, a very good friend of mine, is the author of Wicked Obsession, which features Langley and Ryder. You can find Wicked Obsession here!
Here’s the blurb and a sneak peek.
The Special Forces Sergeant
He’d known they couldn’t last. Langley was Monte Carlo-scented soirées and champagne brunches. He was beer and barbecues. A blue-blooded beauty and a working-class warrior…yeah, right. As if that would work. Still, he wasn’t ready when she dumped him. And then news rolled down that someone wanted her dead. Some bastard intended to take her away from him for good. Wasn’t going to happen. Not to Langley. Not on his watch.
And the Ambassador's Daughter
What they had couldn’t continue. She wanted to be more than a convenience. She wanted forever with Ryder. He wanted sex and distance, while she craved connection. When it became painfully obvious that he never intended to let her into his life—or his heart—she broke it off. Then a threat and a kidnapper brought them back together, offering them a second chance…if they lived long enough to take it.
Sneak Peek
Langley Canfield hated confrontation. Sometimes, though, there was no choice. Leaning back in the car’s seat, she stared at the sleeping city through the windshield. It was a ridiculous time of the morning, but she was catching the first flight out of Tampa International, and Ryder had to report early.
Thinking of him had her turning her head, taking in his profile. The dashboard offered meager light, but she had his face memorized—the strong square jaw, full lips, high cheekbones, sleepy hazel eyes, and longer-than-regulation, tousled dark hair. Her lips curved. Ryder Pienkowski was half Italian, half Polish, and all gorgeous. She wished she could add all hers to the list, but honesty prevented it.
Her gaze drifted forward again. They needed to talk. Seriously talk. She loved him, and after more than a year together, she was seeing forever. Langley wasn’t certain Ryder shared that vision. Her hands tightened around the strap of her purse.
“You okay?” Ryder asked, voice husky.
She swallowed a sigh. Damn it, he was too observant. She’d hoped that between the dark and the early hour that she’d be able to work things through in her head before broaching the topic. She should have known better. While Ryder wasn’t a morning person, ten years in the army had honed his observational skills to a sharp edge, and sleepy or not, it shouldn’t have surprised her that he’d notice even the smallest detail.
Shifting in her seat to see him better, Langley said, “Yes, just thinking.”
“About what?”
After a split-second hesitation, she said, “Sarah’s wedding.”
It wasn’t a lie. Sarah’s wedding was what had started her questioning Ryder’s commitment to their relationship.
“What about it?” Ryder glanced over briefly.
“Something feels off,” she offered slowly, “and I didn’t like her fiancé when we talked on the phone. He seemed…slick. I didn’t trust him and I was uncomfortable the entire conversation.”
“He might not be good on the phone. Some people aren’t.”
Logical, but this was about feelings. “Sarah and I are like sisters and have been since we roomed together in college. We text each other at least a few times a week, call each other frequently, and she never once mentioned Mitch Armstrong. When she was going out with this Brett guy, she talked about him constantly.”
“So? Maybe she didn’t bring up Armstrong because he was too important to her to chatter about.” The light went green and Ryder’s focus returned to the road.
“Right. She’s been dating this man for two years and never once referenced him, even in passing?” Langley shook her head. “They’re engaged for heaven’s sake. It was Mitch who asked me to be her bridesmaid, and what was the reason? Because she didn’t want me to have to spend money on a dress and fly across the country to San Diego. Please.”
Ryder took another quick glance at her. “That does seem strange. She has to know that you don’t have a job to worry about, and that you have enough money to stand up to a thousand weddings.”
Langley looked at him squarely now, but his face was inscrutable. “I wanted to fly out last week. She wouldn’t let me. I had to argue with her to let me come out four days early. Sarah wanted me to arrive the day before the wedding. Nothing about this feels right, and I think it has something to do with her creeptastic fiancé.”
“Talk to her when you get there. You’ll get a better idea what’s going on if