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The last time Detective Genie Green let a man humiliate her was her college sweetheart—never again. Yet, when former high school lothario Rafael Santiago returns to town as the consulting detective on her case, Genie’s rule of never allowing another man to best her is challenged. Can she trust him long enough to solve this case and get the glory?
Rafa can’t seem to outrun his delinquent past. When The Snakes, a criminal organization he used to belong to, begin murdering people from his hometown, he has a chance to right some of his past wrongs. Will arresting the murderers be enough to redeem him, or will a certain beautiful detective pay the ultimate price instead?
A Christian interracial romantic suspense.
Read an excerpt from the book:
“Wow. You know, you have a real talent with women.”
Rafa gave her a sideways glance but didn’t answer. She saw the corners of his mouth fight an upward pull.
“I bet they have you working all the female subject interviews.” Genie tugged hard on the door handle.
“You don’t have to be jealous Genie,” came his smooth reply.
“Jealous? Ha! Why would I be jealous of her? Over you?” She got in and slammed the door closed.
Rafa slid effortlessly into the seat, calmly closed the door, and jerked his seatbelt on when the car surged forward. Genie nearly forgot to brief the surveillance team, and she whipped the vehicle around and pulled alongside the other car. She rolled down her window. “Let’s give it another day fellas. I’ll let the Lieutenant know and if there is any change to the plan, then we’ll give you a call. Until then, your relief will come as scheduled.” They nodded in affirmation, and Genie drove away.
“Watch your speed,” Rafa teased.
“My speed? What about your speed?”
“My speed?” His voice feigned innocence to her insinuation.
“In another minute Ms. Flores Cera would have forgone the call and invited you in. I’m sure she could whip up some fajitas and rice in no time.”
Rafa roared with laughter. “Do you hear yourself? Fajitas and rice? Who knew Ms. Church could toss around stereotypes.”
Genie blinked. Did she truly say that? Shame swept through her. “I’m sorry,” she murmured. “That was unkind. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Genie heard the smile in his voice. She wasn’t jealous.
She. Wasn’t. Jealous.
Jealousy was an emotion for the weak...for a girl who couldn’t keep her man interested in her. Sure, plenty of women fell all over Jeff. He was classically handsome, a jock, and destined to follow in his parent’s footsteps and be a doctor or a high-powered attorney. Genie’s parents were middle-class, not poor, but not rich. She was considered pretty but not the stunner that should have been on Jeff’s arm. But Jeff chose her. She had no reason to be jealous, but she was. Those women who fell all over Jeff? He fell all over them, too. Wherever smoke rose, fire always followed. Always.
“Wait a minute. Ms. Church? What is that?” Her anger suddenly rekindled.
“Oh, just what we used to call you in school.”
“Who used to call me?”
“Me and some of the other boys,” he said casually, as if it were a time long past.
He had noticed her! I must have looked cute. Plaid skirts and flowered blouses came to mind. And her hair...always in a braid. I did not look cute.“That’s not very original,” she muttered. But it was news to her, and it stung.
“Well, weren’t you president of the Chastity Club?”
“Chess Club!” Genie flushed hot. “And the Bible Club.”
His triumphant laugh enveloped her. “Close enough.”
Genie resisted the urge to stare at him, knowing if she did she wouldn’t be able to stop glaring and then they would run off the road. Instead, she silently counted to ten. Then she counted to ten again. She heard Rafa chuckle softly. Genie gripped the steering wheel. I can’t believe I even considered him a changed man. I even felt guilty! Her prejudgments were correct.