Cover Reveal: The Detective

She’s a woman on the run and desperate to avoid her hot, nosy detective neighbor.

Artist Savannah Cole has secrets. She can never stay anywhere too long or let anyone get too close. An obsessed stalker has her in his sights, and to protect her family, she can never go home, never share her art, and never fall in love.

But when she plays her music a little too loud, she collides with her good-looking, inquisitive, and far-too-hot neighbor, Detective Hunter Morgan. A man who makes her want things she can never have.

After an injury ended his military career with Delta Force, Hunt Morgan found his place at the San Francisco Police Department. He may not have been there for the men of his team, but now he does his bit to keep his city safe. But his mysterious, new neighbor is disturbing his peace. One look at the beautiful blonde and Hunt knows she has secrets…

When a spate of mysterious attacks threaten Savannah’s life, Hunt steps in. He’ll keep her safe and he’s not going to let her run again.

As Savannah’s stalker closes in, she finds herself with her own private protector. Even with his brothers and friends at Norcross Security at his back, she’s terrified he’ll become the next target. But Hunt isn’t afraid of her deadly stalker, because he knows the hardest challenge will be convincing Savannah to take the biggest risk and stay.

Brynn saw Hunt walk in, loosening his tie. He had a rather impressive scowl on his face.

She snagged a bottle out of the ice-filled bucket on the deck and strode over. “Hey, need a beer?”

“Yeah.”

“You look tired.”

Her cousin’s scowl deepened. “Thanks to my new neighbor. They play their music too loud, at all hours of the day and night.”

“Oh.” Brynn smiled. “Surely a visit from the friendly neighborhood detective should sort that out.”

“She’s hard to pin down.” He sipped his beer. “Every time I knock, she’s not home or doesn’t answer.”

“She?” Interesting. Brynn narrowed her gaze on Hunt’s face. He seemed way more bent out of shape about this than her normally solid, in-control cousin should be.

“There’s something off about her. She sticks to herself. She’s cautious. There’s a story there, and I don’t trust her.”

“Mmm.” Brynn saw the interest in her cousin’s eyes. This looked much deeper than just a curious cop who didn’t like loud music. “What’s she look like?”

“I don’t know. Five foot five, slim build, blonde hair with a bit of a curl.”

In other words, he knew in great detail. “Did you run her?”

“Of course, I did. Clean as a whistle. Too clean.”

Brynn raised a brow. “You think her ID is fake?”

He took another sip of his beer. “If it is, it’s good.”

Hunt was on the trail now. Her cousin was stubborn, and he wouldn’t give up until he had answers.