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Thursday, September 12, 2013

LitConnect Blog Tour: Lethal Confessions by V.K. Sykes (Excerpt & Giveaway)

It's always a treat to work with Tanya from Lit Connect, she's always easy to talk to and has everything ready with days to spare! Today I have an excerpt from Lethal Confessions by V.K. Sykes and a great giveaway for you all to enter!

Meet Author V.K. Sykes:

V.K. Sykes is really two people - Vanessa Kelly and Randy Sykes, a husband and wife team who write USA Today Bestselling contemporary romance and romantic suspense. The second book in their Philadelphia Patriots Series of sports romances won the Kindle Book Review Best Indie Books of 2012 Contest, in the romance category. Vanessa also writes award-winning, Regency-set historical romance for Kensington Zebra under her own name. Her first novel, Mastering the Marquess, hit the shelves in April 2009, and she was subsequently named by Booklist as one of the "new stars of historical romance."

Website: www.vksykes.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/VKSykesBooks
Twitter: https://twitter.com/VKSykes
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4095695.V_K_Sykes

Vanessa Kelly info:
Website: www.vanessakellyauthor.com
Blog: http://www.vanessakellyauthor.com/vanessa-blog/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/vanessakellyauthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/VanessaKellyAut

Genre: romantic suspense
Tone: gritty and sexy
Heat Level: hot
Elements/Tags: romantic suspense, sexy romantic suspense, serial killer, police procedural, baseball, Palm Beach, homicide detectives
Publisher: V.K. Sykes
Publishing Date: September 10, 2013
Series: #1 in Palm Beach Homicide
Format: PDF, Kindle
Words: 135,450

A gripping new romantic suspense from USA Today Bestselling author V.K. Sykes

The brutal murder of her twin sister drove Amy Robitaille into a career as a homicide detective for Palm Beach County. When a serial killer targets the wives of local baseball players, Amy has more than just a professional interest at stake—her only surviving sister fits the profile of the other victims. Amy’s hell-bent on catching the killer, not only to protect her sister but to destroy the demons haunting her since the death of her twin.
Baseball star and former soldier Luke Beckett has just retired from the game and is looking to move on with his life. When he’s asked to consult on the serial killer case for the local police, he finds the challenge he needs—despite the objections of lead detective Amy Robitaille. But Luke has no intention of backing away from the job and every intention of getting to know the intriguing detective.
Amy has no time to babysit a celebrity consultant while trying to catch a serial killer. But Luke is not the man she assumed him to be and he threatens to become a powerful distraction. That’s the last thing she needs, especially when the killer starts closing in on her family. But without Luke’s help, Amy stands to lose everything.

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Luke Beckett, hired as an expert consultant on a serial killer case, is determined to overcome lead detective Amy Robitaille’s resistance to working with him.

     Robitaille’s ten minute briefing was clear, concise and, as far as Luke could determine, pretty thorough. When she’d finished, he asked her the same question he’d put to Cramer at lunch. “Have you checked which teams played in Lakeland and here on the nights of the murders?”

     “Hell, yeah.” Her voice was laden with sarcasm as she reached for a note pinned to a strip at the top of the divider that separated her desk from that of the next detective. “Poushinsky got it. On June twenty-ninth, the evening before Krista Shannon’s murder, the Lakeland Flying Tigers played the Palm Beach Cardinals in Lakeland. Shannon’s husband, Kevin Kasinski, plays for the Lakeland team. And last evening, the Palm Beach Cardinals played the Tampa Yankees at Roger Dean Stadium in Jupiter.”

     He raised his eyebrows at the obvious connection, even though it surely wouldn’t be that easy. “So, the Cardinals were in the area of both murders on the evenings before the killings,” he said. “That sounds like a pretty good place to start.”

     “I knew you were more than just a pretty face,” she replied in a sarcastic tone.

     He frowned at the low blow. He got that she was pissed off over Cramer forcing him onto her team, but something else seemed to be going on. Something personal.

     “Look,” he said, edging deeper into the Louisiana drawl that had a habit of reappearing when he was annoyed. “I’m not blind or stupid. You seem to have a problem with me for some reason. That’s your right, but we’re going to have to work together—close together—for the next little while, Detective. So, why don’t we try to get off on the right foot?” He leaned back in his chair. “How about we start by exchanging cell numbers?”

     Robitaille squared her shoulders and straightened her back into a rigid posture. He knew she’d probably rather eat her cell phone than give him her number, but there was no way she could refuse. Not after what Kellen said. She reached into an inside pocket of her jacket and pulled out a white and green business card with the PBSO badge in the top right corner. She scratched a number on the back and handed it to him.

     “Thanks,” he said, pocketing the card. He took her pen and wrote his cell number on a post-it note he took from the little dispenser on her desk. “There. That was easy, wasn’t it? Now, why don’t we take the next logical step and start calling each other by our first names? Like I said before, just call me Luke.”

     She glanced down at her phone and clicked a few keys as if she couldn’t be bothered to reply. Finally, she raised her smoky-gray, irate eyes to meet his. “Thanks, but I’d prefer to stick to Mr. Beckett. Or maybe just Beckett. As for me, Detective Robitaille will do fine. Or just Robitaille, if six syllables is too big a mouthful for you.”

     No doubt about it, Detective Amy Robitaille had a bug up her pretty posterior. Too bad she didn’t realize that he was more than up to the challenge she was throwing his way.

     Luke shook his head, making sure his expression was suitably mournful. “Okay, Robitaille and Beckett it is.” He leaned back even farther and propped his feet against the base of her desk, getting comfortable and sending a message that he wasn’t going anywhere soon. “Do you eat, Robitaille?”

     Those eyes flashed again. Angry or startled, he couldn’t tell.

     “What kind of question is that?”

     “A simple one,” he drawled. “Yes or no will do fine.”

     “Yes, but only when absolutely necessary,” she said, sounding exasperated.

     “A high-powered crime fighter like you needs to keep her strength up. And since both of us have to eat, why don’t we try doing it together? That way we can discuss the case some more, and maybe de-stress a little at the same time.”

     She looked horrified, her mouth dropping open just enough for him to glimpse her pink tongue. “You’re actually asking me out to dinner?”

     He made a big show of rolling his eyes. “Yes, but not a date, for God’s sake. Just dinner. Pushy can come, too, if that would make you feel more comfortable.”

     She shook her head, a frown creasing her brow. “I think not, Beckett. I have a serial killer to catch. And for you to start off this…whatever it is we’re supposed to be doing…by hitting on me, well, it’s unprofessional.”

     “We have a serial killer to catch, Robitaille,” he said, maintaining his relaxed posture. “I’m just suggesting we grab a bite to eat. And it’s not unprofessional to be human, you know.” He got to his feet. “Thanks for the briefing.”

     As he turned away, she got up, muttering under her breath. “Hold on a minute.”

     He glanced over his shoulder, giving her a slow smile. “Dinner sound good after all?”

     She looked irritated but resigned. “Poushinsky and I are driving up to Bartow tomorrow morning to meet with the Polk County detectives about the Shannon case. I heard what the captain said about you riding along, so, you’re welcome to come if you want to. We’re leaving from here at eight-thirty.”

     The way she sprang that on him now, as he was leaving, made him think she might have been planning to ignore the boss’s directive before suddenly changing her mind. Gutsy. Kellen Cramer wasn’t the kind of guy whose orders you ignored.

     He turned fully around. She stood with her hands on her slim hips, looking fierce yet somehow unsure of herself. It was an intriguing combination.

     Luke smiled. “I wouldn’t miss it, Detective.”

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  1. Love how you and your husband work so well together. :) And if my job allows it, I want to be a snowbird like you too!

  2. Hello Randy & Vanessa! Hope your tour is going well and that you're having fun. Fun is important, you know! Romance, intrigue...and fun. What a combo! I wish you much success on your duo-writing career. jdh2690@gmail.com

  3. Wow, I love romantic suspense novels and would love to read this. I have added it to my reading list.


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