CHEATING
JUSTICE by Misty Evans and Adrienne Giordano
Title:
Cheating Justice
Series: The Justice
Team (#2)
Authors:
Misty Evans and Adrienne
Giordano
Release
Date: July 21, 2014
Genre: Romantic
Suspense
Book
Summary:
~ The
second novel in the exciting and bestselling Justice Team romantic suspense
series!! ~
While
investigating a government cover-up, former FBI agent Mitch Monroe is framed
for murder. A wanted man, Mitch has no choice but to stay off the grid, and he
needs Special Agent Caroline Foster—the FBI’s top sniper and a woman who wants
nothing to do with him—to clear his name.
After
sharing a single night of simmering passion with Mitch a year ago, Caroline
hasn’t been able to get him out of her head. Or her heart. He's jeopardized her
job once…helping him now could end her career. But a friend has been murdered,
and no matter how Caroline feels about Mitch, he's not the killer. She needs
answers, and she needs Mitch Monroe out of her life once and for all.
On the
run and with no one to turn to, Mitch and Caroline can’t fight the reigniting
passion between them. She’ll lose her career if she proves Mitch is
innocent…he’ll lose his life if she doesn’t.
Misty Evans:
USA Today bestselling Author Misty Evans has published over twenty novels and writes romantic suspense,
urban fantasy, and paranormal romance. As a writing coach, she helps other
authors bring their books – and their dreams of being published – to life.
The books in her Super Agent series have won
a CataNetwork Reviewers’ Choice Award, CAPA nominations, the New England
Reader’s Choice Bean Pot Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2010 and the ACRA
Heart of Excellence Reader’s Choice Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2011.
Her Witches Anonymous series was dubbed a
Fallen Angel Reviews Recommended Read. The Super Agent Series, Witches
Anonymous Series, and the Kali Sweet Series have been on multiple Amazon Kindle
bestsellers lists. Her culinary romantic mystery, THE SECRET INGREDIENT, and
the first book in her Deadly series, DEADLY PURSUIT, are both USA TODAY
bestsellers.
Misty likes her coffee black, her conspiracy
stories juicy, and her wicked characters dressed in couture. When not reading
or writing, she enjoys music, movies, and hanging out with her husband, twin
sons, and two spoiled puppies.
***
Adrienne Giordano:
USA Today bestselling
author Adrienne Giordano writes
romantic suspense and mystery. She is a Jersey girl at heart, but now
lives in the Midwest with her workaholic husband, sports obsessed son and Buddy
the Wheaten Terrorist (Terrier). She is a co-founder of Romance University blog
and Lady Jane's Salon-Naperville, a reading series dedicated to romantic
fiction.
There will be a tour-wide giveaway of a
$25.00 Amazon Gift Card and a Justice Team Series Swag Bag
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Adrienne will be hosting a week-long Facebook Party on the Justice Team Series
page which will include several giveaways each day! Details will be announced
on page as they are available.
Excerpt from Cheating
Justice
“I always said
you had the best ass in the FBI.”
Her body froze.
Eleven months, five days and—she did the math—twelve hours had passed since
she’d heard that voice. The one she’d thought about time and again after his
last brief visit to her apartment, and she still managed to be equal parts
pissed off, concerned and flat-out heartbroken. That voice could only
belong to one person. Thus the remark about her ass and—wow—she always
knew he had a set of stones, but this was too much even for Mitch Monroe. The
man she’d spent all these months trying to forget. Months of burying herself in
cases, months of begging her boss for every available opportunity to keep her
mind occupied, months of a busy life that didn’t allow for downtime.
Or thoughts of
Mitch.
Without
turning, she picked up her weapon. “Well, look what the cat dragged in. A girl
puts her career on the line for you and you don’t call, you don’t write,
nothing. To say the least, your technique needs work.”
And then he
laughed. She’d waited months to hit him with that line and he laughed.
Classic Mitch. She closed her eyes and—forget that he was a federal fugitive
now wanted for murder—she’d kill him herself and be done with the whole affair.
Mitch, a
murderer? She couldn’t believe it. No matter what the White House was spinning
about Kemp Rodgers’ death, Mitch wouldn’t kill his friend.
Then, again,
she’d been Mitch’s friend once…
Finally, she
turned, bracing herself for whatever disguise might greet her, but found none.
Brave.
As usual.
She took in his
long brown hair pulled back in a low ponytail, his dark eyes and ripped jeans,
and shook her head. “You’re insane for coming here.”
He shrugged.
“It’s a private range. Not like I walked into Quantico.”
It wasn’t
enough that he’d almost destroyed her career when he’d first started working
The Lion case, now he wanted to have a second go at it. He was a fugitive
wanted for murder and she was an FBI agent. She should arrest him.
Yet, she stood
waiting for him to say something that would make a damned difference. I’m
sorry? I didn’t do it? Anything that would erase the idea that he could have
murdered his friend.
She set her
rifle on the table behind her, slid the bolt open. Not loaded. She knew
it wasn’t, but she checked anyway. Always.
Mitch shuffled
behind her.
Too bad. He
could wait like she’d waited for him all these months.
Her canvas
carry case sat on the bench seat. Like many people, she preferred canvas over
hard plastic because the softer material didn’t make the rifle sweat. She dug
through the case for her lens covers, popped them on, set the rifle into the
case—bolt upward—and zipped it.
She’d clean the
rifle later. For her, keeping a weapon in top working order meant cleaning it
after every use. Even if only one shot had been fired, her weapons got cleaned.
Every time.
She sensed
Mitch moving closer, stirring the air around her, upsetting the energy, letting
her know he was near. He had that way about him. Sometimes good, sometimes not.
“I need your
help.”
Of course he
did. Should have known. Radio silence for eleven months and now he wanted her help.
“I should shoot you and dump your body in the Reflecting Pool.”
“Yeah, you
should.”
She spun and—crack!—smacked
him, sending his head sideways and making her hand sting. She’d never
physically attacked anyone before and she couldn’t say it felt right or just,
but unleashing it felt good. To let him know he’d hurt her. “We were friends. I
helped you and you disregarded me.”
“Disregarded
you?” Mitch slid a hand over his cheek. “I’ve stayed away and I’m sorry. But
what, Caroline? You want to do lunch or hit the shooting range with me? A guy
wanted for assaulting your boss and now a federal fugitive?” Gently, he knocked
on her head. “Think about it. I was protecting you.”
She didn’t need
his protection. “I’m mad at you.”
“Atta girl.”
God, he was
annoying. “You had a good reason to take a swing at Donaldson when he
threatened you during The Lion case, but honest to God, Mitch, I think he
should have swung back and ended it right there instead of trying to throw you
in jail. But you should have manned up and never run from the charges, so
whatever this is, I can’t help you.”
“Tommy Nusco.”
“You murdered
him, too?”
Surprisingly,
he blanched. “I didn’t kill anyone. I need to know what went down with Tommy.”
Oh, please. He
really had lost his mind if he thought she’d touch that subject. That involved
ATF and the State of New Mexico and she wasn’t about to step into that snake
pit. “You better worry about what went down with Kemp Rodgers and why the White
House is after you. Turn yourself in, Mitch.”
“Kemp told me the
White House is buzzing about Executive Privilege being invoked on Tommy’s case.
A few hours later, he’s dead. Put two and two together, Caroline. There’s a
cover-up in the works and what happened to Tommy is at the heart of it.”
She faced him,
still hating that he stood a good six inches taller and managed to make her
feel small. She folded her arms and stepped forward, got right into his space.
“No.”
“Whatever
they’re concocting about Tommy is bullshit.”
“I don’t know
that.”
“Yeah, you do.
When we all worked together, we hung out. You knew him.”
“Not that
well.”
He rolled his
eyes in that typical I’m-Mitch-Monroe-and-I’m-bored way of his. “He was not
dirty. Whatever he was doing, the government is letting a dead agent take the
heat. Why not? He’s dead anyway. Doesn’t matter that he was a decorated
officer. The government obviously needs to clean up a mess and—”
he inched closer, tilted his head and stared right into her eyes “—I know all
about how the government cleans up a mess.”
Back away. She should,
but that would play into what he wanted. He wanted to control this
conversation. His looming presence used to be enough that she’d give him that
control.
Not this time.
She tilted her
head the opposite direction, eased out a half-smile. “Mitch?”
“Yes?”
“Screw you.”
She turned her
back to him and scooped up her rifle case. Right now, she needed to walk away
and not let him talk her into something that would wreck her career.
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