Romantic Suspense
Date Published: Jan 1, 2011 (Re-published June 2014)
Written in Blood: A dark and sensual, award winning, romantic suspense.
Lyndi Crisdean is assigned one of the hardest cases in her career as a defense attorney. A serial murder case. Investigating is Alek Trevian, the lead investigator for the district attorney, and a handsome and supremely dangerous man. Lyndi finds herself in over her head when she chooses desire for Alek over common sense. If they're caught, Lyndi will lose everything she's worked for. Circumstances beyond her control pull her toward Alek, for he turns out to be the only one who can help when threats start to mount against her.
Lyndi may be the key Alek needs to bring down a murderous cult running loose in his city. When her beach house is broken into and a man begins to tail Lyndi, Alek can't help but reason Lyndi may be next on the cult's hitlist. The question is, will he discover the identity of the cult, keep her safe, and still win the case against the serial killer she's defending, all while losing a battle against the strong, untamable desire she alone ignites within him?
“What floor?” he asked when the elevator began to descend.
“What floor?” Lyndi repeated, exasperated. Slamming her hand against the stop button, she brought the lift to a squealing halt. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
His lips shifted into a smile. He stepped closer. Lyndi braced her back against the wall. Her hands curled around the brass railing.
“You’re thinking I should have introduced myself last night,” he said.
“No, that would have been too polite for you.”
He grinned, and Lyndi wished he hadn’t. She thought him dangerously handsome before; now he was fatal.
“You just caused a scene in front of half the courthouse; I don’t think my behavior should be the one judged at the moment,” he said.
“I caused a scene because of your behavior, Mr. Trevian.”
“Ah, you know me… see, I said you did. Feel free to call me Alek.”
Lyndi wanted to smack him. The laughter dancing in his eyes made her stomach burn. “No, I don’t know you. My assistant told me your name.”
Leaning in closer to her, he braced a hand above her head. “My mistake. Allow me to introduce myself then. I’m Alek Trevian, lead investigator for the district attorney.”
“I know who you are,” she said between clenched teeth. A hint of leather, musky oak, cedar, and traces of citrus made her want to close her eyes and breathe in deep. Of course he’d smell as appealing as he looked.
“You just said…”
The man was infuriating. She couldn’t think with him standing so close. “I didn’t know you personally. I didn’t even know what you looked like until last night, and I wasn’t aware you were Alek Trevian.”
His dark brows drew together. “You say my name like I’m someone important.”
“In my world, you are.” She thought perhaps he’d step away from her then, because confusion lit his eyes and made the smile disappear. “You already know who I am, so surely you’d also know your name means trouble when mentioned in my circles.”
Cloth rustled when he shifted slightly and he pushed his free hand into his pocket. His body moved nearer as he crossed one ankle over the other. Lyndi tried to move farther back, but the railing bit into her hip. His eyes wandered to her mouth. Under his gaze, her lips parted.
“You didn’t come on this elevator to find out who I am, did you? You came to find out why I kissed you,” he said.
I'm Elaina Lee, romance writer. Since given an assignment in the 6th grade to write a fantasy story, I knew writing was a passion I'd never be able to do without. From that moment on my imagination took flight. Over the years I've written everything from the Dark Ages to Science Fiction, all with romantic elements, of course ;-).
As a mother of two boys, a kindergartner and high schooler, life is never boring in my house! When I'm not keeping a little one out of trouble, or trying to keep my sanity as a boy migrates into a man, I write. I'm very fortunate to have met my remarkable husband who has supported and encouraged my dreams of being an author since the day we met.
Thanks for taking the time to learn about me!
Romantic Suspense
Date Published: Jan 1, 2011 (Re-published June 2014)
Written in Blood: A dark and sensual, award winning, romantic suspense.
Lyndi Crisdean is assigned one of the hardest cases in her career as a defense attorney. A serial murder case. Investigating is Alek Trevian, the lead investigator for the district attorney, and a handsome and supremely dangerous man. Lyndi finds herself in over her head when she chooses desire for Alek over common sense. If they're caught, Lyndi will lose everything she's worked for. Circumstances beyond her control pull her toward Alek, for he turns out to be the only one who can help when threats start to mount against her.
Lyndi may be the key Alek needs to bring down a murderous cult running loose in his city. When her beach house is broken into and a man begins to tail Lyndi, Alek can't help but reason Lyndi may be next on the cult's hitlist. The question is, will he discover the identity of the cult, keep her safe, and still win the case against the serial killer she's defending, all while losing a battle against the strong, untamable desire she alone ignites within him?
“What floor?” he asked when the elevator began to descend.
“What floor?” Lyndi repeated, exasperated. Slamming her hand against the stop button, she brought the lift to a squealing halt. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
His lips shifted into a smile. He stepped closer. Lyndi braced her back against the wall. Her hands curled around the brass railing.
“You’re thinking I should have introduced myself last night,” he said.
“No, that would have been too polite for you.”
He grinned, and Lyndi wished he hadn’t. She thought him dangerously handsome before; now he was fatal.
“You just caused a scene in front of half the courthouse; I don’t think my behavior should be the one judged at the moment,” he said.
“I caused a scene because of your behavior, Mr. Trevian.”
“Ah, you know me… see, I said you did. Feel free to call me Alek.”
Lyndi wanted to smack him. The laughter dancing in his eyes made her stomach burn. “No, I don’t know you. My assistant told me your name.”
Leaning in closer to her, he braced a hand above her head. “My mistake. Allow me to introduce myself then. I’m Alek Trevian, lead investigator for the district attorney.”
“I know who you are,” she said between clenched teeth. A hint of leather, musky oak, cedar, and traces of citrus made her want to close her eyes and breathe in deep. Of course he’d smell as appealing as he looked.
“You just said…”
The man was infuriating. She couldn’t think with him standing so close. “I didn’t know you personally. I didn’t even know what you looked like until last night, and I wasn’t aware you were Alek Trevian.”
His dark brows drew together. “You say my name like I’m someone important.”
“In my world, you are.” She thought perhaps he’d step away from her then, because confusion lit his eyes and made the smile disappear. “You already know who I am, so surely you’d also know your name means trouble when mentioned in my circles.”
Cloth rustled when he shifted slightly and he pushed his free hand into his pocket. His body moved nearer as he crossed one ankle over the other. Lyndi tried to move farther back, but the railing bit into her hip. His eyes wandered to her mouth. Under his gaze, her lips parted.
“You didn’t come on this elevator to find out who I am, did you? You came to find out why I kissed you,” he said.
I'm Elaina Lee, romance writer. Since given an assignment in the 6th grade to write a fantasy story, I knew writing was a passion I'd never be able to do without. From that moment on my imagination took flight. Over the years I've written everything from the Dark Ages to Science Fiction, all with romantic elements, of course ;-).
As a mother of two boys, a kindergartner and high schooler, life is never boring in my house! When I'm not keeping a little one out of trouble, or trying to keep my sanity as a boy migrates into a man, I write. I'm very fortunate to have met my remarkable husband who has supported and encouraged my dreams of being an author since the day we met.
Thanks for taking the time to learn about me!
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