If you love romantic suspense or if you're a Criminal Minds junkie, you have got to get your hands on Toni Anderson's Cold Justice series! Both incredibly sexy and suspenseful, this series is a must-read. Find out about the second book in this stand-a-lone series, COLD PURSUIT, below!
About COLD PURSUIT
2015 Winner of National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award ~ for Romantic Suspense. Finalist in the National Readers' Choice Award, & the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence.
Single mom Vivi Vincent is thrust into her worst nightmare when she’s trapped inside a mall during a terror attack along with her eight-year-old son. With the help of Jed Brennan, an FBI special agent on enforced leave, Vivi and her son survive the assault. But the danger is far from over.
Vivi’s son may have witnessed critical details of the terrorists’ future plans and is targeted for death, but he’s mute, and he’s traumatized. Still someone launches a strike against the FBI’s safe house, and Jed fears the bad guys have an inside man. No longer knowing who to trust, he hides mother and son in a log cabin deep in the heart of the Wisconsin Northwoods. There Jed and Vivi try to figure out how to unlock the information inside her son’s head. What they don’t bargain for is the red-hot attraction that flares between them, or the extent of the sinister plot that threatens to rip apart not only any chance of happiness they might have together, but also the very fabric of American society.
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Read an excerpt from COLD PURSUIT:Since she’d first met Jed Brennan her body had been slowly waking up from a long sleep. It was making her short-tempered and angry at herself that she couldn’t ask for what she wanted— a chance to make love with a man she trusted. To recover some of her femininity. To give him back what he’d given her that morning. Even just once.
She stood in the shower, warm water cascading over her. She washed her poor abused feet, pleased they were starting to heal. She imagined it was his hands slipping down her body in a soapy glide. His big, strong hands cupping the weight of her breasts, pinching her nipples into taut nubs, sliding lower, over her navel, between her legs to hot, dark, secret places that wanted him so badly. She squeezed her thighs together, and her legs trembled as she remembered what he’d made her feel that morning. It had been so long she’d almost forgotten she had needs and desires only a man could meet.
There had been a time when she’d been confident of herself in bed. Before. Before Michael had needed every scrap of energy and concentration. Before her husband had turned on her and made her feel like a failure as a woman.
She’d withdrawn into such a pathetic ball of hurt she was almost ashamed to think about it. The control she’d let her ex have over her self-worth was staggering. She touched herself then, and her head dropped back, her dark hair plastered to the tile. Her finger slid over herself and inside and it felt wonderful, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted a man. She wanted Jed.
She gritted her teeth in frustration. Her son was in danger, and she wanted someone to screw her? What sort of mother did that make her?
Flawed. Weak. Needy. Like the rest of the human race.
The events of this week had obliterated her nice, safe, little world. It had reminded her about a place that existed outside school schedules and specialists’ appointments, outside working her butt off to make ends meet. Surviving had become paramount, blowing aside all the reasons and fears she usually had about opening up to a man, about trusting one. Heck, there was now a handgun in her bedside drawer ‘just in case’— life didn’t get any more surreal than that. So she shouldn’t feel guilty for thinking about sex. It was perfectly normal.
It might be the only normal thing about her life right now.
Everything else went against human nature. Blood. Death. Murder. But wanting to feel Jed Brennan’s weight pressing her into the mattress, pushing between her legs, was normal and healthy and OK. It was OK.
The water started to cool so she turned off the faucet. Still aching and frustrated and hungry for a man who was determined not to get involved with a woman he was ‘protecting’. She climbed out of the shower, dried off, and towel dried her hair. Then she wrapped a fresh towel around her torso and walked out of the bathroom, steam billowing in her wake.
Jed stood in the shadows placing a glass of wine on the nightstand.
“You forgot your… I thought you might like…” He trailed off as he looked up and seemed to become aware she was only wearing a towel.
The light from the bathroom was enough to show his eyes darkening with desire. He wanted her. Even though he’d held her at arm’s length since that morning, he wanted her. Even though he’d said he wouldn’t get involved. He wanted her. And she wanted him.
Was that selfish? Probably. But their time together was coming to an end.
He started to back out of the room, so Vivi made a decision and let the towel drop.
His jaw clenched. Lust shone clearly in his eyes, almost violently, but he was determined to resist her, and he didn’t move from the spot. Still trying to be noble. Still trying not to take advantage of her. Well, she intended to take advantage of him. She wanted to be a woman again. To make love. Have sex.
She didn’t need a lifelong commitment, just mutual respect and a whole lot of like. She walked toward him, and his eyes glittered darkly as he tilted his head to one side, clearly disappointed in her. Because she’d tempted him, and she intended to take it further than temptation, much further, and he knew it.
About Toni AndersonNew York Times and USA Today international bestselling author, Toni Anderson, writes dark, gritty Romantic Suspense novels that have hit #1 in Barnes & Noble's Nook store, the Top 10 in Amazon and Kobo stores, and the Top 50 in iBooks. Her novels have won many awards. A former Marine Biologist from Britain, she inexplicably ended up in the geographical center of North America, about as far from the ocean as it is possible to get. She now lives in the Canadian prairies with her Irish husband and two children and spends most of her time complaining about the weather.
Toni has no explanation for her oft-times dark imagination, and only hopes the romance makes up for it. She's addicted to reading, dogs, tea, and chocolate.
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