Petty Thief of Hearts
A man fell into the seat next to her, reeking of alcohol and mumbling under his breath as he bumped into her. Jessie pushed him away from her hard, trying to not gag on the stench, and she felt a slight pressure on her lap before the man stumbled away and in that instant she knew he’d just pilfered the last of her cash.
“Hey!” she yelled and gave chase.
The man suddenly straightened and the stinky jacket he’d been wearing fell away and she was no longer looking at a decrepit drunk. She was staring at young man, probably around her age, staring at her with piercing dark blue eyes and a face that artists would kill to sculpt. Jessie’s breath hitched in her throat as she looked at what possibly was the most handsome man she’d ever seen. He was tall, streamlined, with a mop of black hair and dark brows. Something happened to her, probably the last of her brain cells popping from stupidity, but her body flushed hot as a heaviness invaded her limbs. Her nipples pebbled and she saw his gaze glance down at them before lifting to give her a sardonic half grin, revealing a charming dimple.
And then he turned and ran, leaving with her money.
No fucking way!
Jessie shook off the strange erotic lethargy that had gripped her and dashed into hot pursuit. Without that money she couldn’t get to Philadelphia. She wouldn’t be able to testify and the monster might walk. She couldn’t let that happen! She wanted her life back!
Jessie Ciottie has been in protective custody for almost a year. She’s due to give testimony in a few days but suddenly, her location is found. She goes on the run, determined to testify but when men come hunting for her at the train station, it’s a petty thief that hides her.
The electricity is instant between Jessie and Ethan, and he promises to get her to the courthouse on time. But the path between her and safety is dangerous, and Ethan is the only thing that stands between her and a bullet.
I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers. I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.
I’ve been pretty fortunate in life to experience some amazing things. I’ve lived in France, traveled throughout Europe, Australia and New Zealand. I am a mom to an amazing little boy. I live in Los Angeles, surrounded by friends and family. I hate washing dishes but I love cooking. I hate washing clothes but I love wearing them. Writing my bio is difficult because I never know what to say so I hope you like this one. My favorite color is red but I look best in black (it’s slimming). I hate people who don’t pick up their dog’s crap in public places, people who don’t use turn signals, and I really hate people who are rude and condescending. I especially hate discrimination in all and every form. And although I love holding a book in my hand, I absolutely adore my ereader, whom I’ve named Ruby. I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web:
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