Book Title: Never Surrender
Author: Rosie Miles
About
the book: Police officer Maggie Sinclair prides herself on her
independence. She doesn't need anyone, especially her ex-lover. Working
undercover to expose a prostitution ring, Maggie rescues two teenaged girls—but
blows her cover in the process. Now she's in deep, and the only person who can
help her is the last man she wants to call...
Detective
Quinn Keller remembers Maggie telling him Hell would freeze over before she
needed him. He offered her everything, and she rejected him. Now he has the
opportunity to show Maggie they're stronger as a team—even as their attraction
becomes increasingly hotter. But this passion won't just bring them together or
tear them apart...it could get them both killed.
About the Author: Rosie
Miles has always been fascinated by cops. If she didn’t hate guns with such
passion, she would have joined the force. Instead she writes about the cop
behind the badge and the loves that challenge them.
She enjoys overseas travel but relishes
the road trips she takes with her forever man, to different destinations
throughout Australia, looking for settings for her next story.
Married with three adult children,
Rosie believes that: Life is to be lived, You never stop learning, and you
never, ever, give up on your dreams.
Excerpt
He wanted to rise,
meet her, but he was afraid, of what he wasn’t sure. She needed him, and that
was what counted. She had sent for him, and like the fool he was where she was
concerned, he’d come running. Maybe he should have handled it by the book and
alerted his superiors. Maybe. Gut instinct had decided him against it.
The tip-tap of heels
halted directly before him. Then the heartbeat of the street ceased, as though
the world stopped breathing.
His gaze started at
the four inch stiletto heels, slid up over well-shaped calves and thighs that
stretched on until they met the hem of her short, short skirt. Heat crawled
over his skin, and his breath caught. Beneath her open coat, welcoming hips and
a tiny waist beckoned him. He scanned upward until his eyes feasted on full
breasts failing to hide behind a slinky, black camisole. He didn’t need to look
further. He knew.
“Maggie.” Her name
sounded so good on his lips. For a mere second, the memory of their taste
filled him with naked longing for another time, a happier time, but he pushed
it away. She hadn’t called Quinn-her-ex, she’d called Quinn-the-cop.
“Maggie’s dead,” she
snapped.
“Really?” He quirked
a brow. “You look a hell of a lot like her.”
“I look like a
two-bit whore. Trust me, Maggie’s long gone.”
Quinn pushed to his
feet and stepped toward her. For a moment they stared at each other. Quinn’s
breathing stalled as he gazed into her haunted eyes. Distance and time might
have separated them physically, but she’d lived in his heart, his thoughts,
constantly. Her face accompanied him to sleep most nights. Damn, he’d missed
her. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket and stepped back.
“Why did you contact
me? It’s been over twelve months. Why now?”
Maggie closed the gap
and linked her arms loosely around his neck. “Because I need your help,” she
whispered against his cheek.
Quinn withdrew his
hands from his pockets and tugged on her arms, wary that the familiar contact,
any contact, would shred his resolve.
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