Genre: Dramatic Contemporary Romance
Summary: Betsie Wolfe was a small town girl who left her cozy little life for a job in the big city, but she never expected to become a witness to a murder or face vicious threats. Detective Jonah Pigg was immediately attracted to Betsie’s lavender eyes and small frame huddled in the gray wool blanket when he arrived on the scene of the murder. When threats on her life begin, he takes her into his home under the protection of the three Pigg’s who own the Pigg Agency. It will take all his detective work to keep her safe from the killer. Passion has a way of igniting when people are under stressful situations and lust leads Betsie and Jonah into each other’s arms. But is their relationship only a matter of desire or is it something more?
So focused on the noises around her, Betsie tripped over a patch of broken concrete and went sprawling on the floor, her purse hit the concrete and one lip stick tube rolled across the garage floor. Crawling on her hands and knees, Betsie yells at herself in her head for her accident. Oh no. Isn’t that my luck! Everything has gone wrong today! Where is my purse? What fell out?
Suddenly a car appeared around the back of the garage and screeches to a halt. The sounds of yelling and gun fire erupt in the silence of the parking garage. Diving flat on the ground, Betsie begins to say all the prayers she remembers from the past twenty three years of Catholic Mass. As a body crashed to the ground, the black sports car with the silver trim drove away.
Betsie hid on the ground near the edge of a large blue sedan, praying no one could hear her. The silence after such a deafening noise grated on Betsie’s nerves. Without thought for herself, she rushed over to the body to see if they needed help.
“Oh, my, gosh, it’s Johnny from the warehouse. Johnny, Johnny, are you okay?” She placed her hands on his chest to see if he was still breathing, only to pull away abruptly when she felt the wetness of his shirt.
Looking down at her hands, “Oh no. Blood! Johnny!”But his death was as evident as the large hole in the front of his shirt gushing blood on the pavement.