Re-Release Available Available April 2014
ISBN B00JJ7RK1C
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Reviews
- Chicklit RomanceWriters: 9/10. “With a little bit of mystery, a good dose of loving, and a lot of great girl talk. . .a novel that all chick lit readers will want to add to their collection!”
- Fresh Fiction: “It should be the dream of all women to have friends such as these characters. The relationships between the men and women of this story are passionate and solid. Caridad Piñeiro captures character qualities and weaves them into fresh fabric of paper print, page after wonderful page.”
- Harriet Klausner: “(A) terrific South Florida investigative romantic suspense thriller. Sylvia is a superb protagonist as she distrusts Carlos although attracted to him; partly she believes deeply men leave as her father proved, but also thinks he is hiding the truth especially his role in a cop shooting.”
- SingleTitles.com: “The stories of Caridad Pineiro always showcase her wide range of abilities. Whether the story is darkly intriguing and features one of her original paranormal beings or concerns topics faced by today’s women, Ms. Pineiro deftly handles the subject and captivates readers with her storytelling ability. When depicting the lives of these four friends, there is often a constant emotional battle to be won or a significant decision to be made, one which will often affect all of their lives in some way. . .speaks to women everywhere with its powerful story about friendship, where emotion is sincerely portrayed by the unforgettable characters.”
- FictionScribe.com:”Even though this was a sequel, I didn’t feel particularly put off during reading it because of that. I, of course, now want to read the first one, but I don’t feel it’s a necessity to do so to enjoy this book. I enjoyed this book a lot not only because . . .it showed five (watch out for Sylvia’s mum!) successful women who built it all themselves and are now enjoying the best out of life. Caridad does well not only exploring the relationships of younger women but also in exploring the relationships of the forty-somethings who society sometimes forgets about in the romantic realm. This book is perfect for a bit of light (and hot!) reading for the last days you can manage to get on the beach this season or during your candlelit baths.”
- Fallen Angel Reviews: “(A) tale of friendship, family and finding the trust that dwells within the heart. I loved this book, loved the way Sylvia evolves with each page turned. Her friends are more than friends, they are sisters of her heart. They never fail to support her, especially when she needs it most. Carlos is the perfect hero. Tall, dark and sexy, with a heart that shines through despite Sylvia’s denial of her growing feelings. He is patient, thoughtful and compassionate. Caridad Pineiro has a winner with this book. I loved it and I am sure others will, too. . .wild and witty with a generous helping of romance. A truly wonderful book!”
Teaser
Truth tries the bond between a reporter and the detective who nearly died for her.
Handsome cop Carlos Ramirez nearly lost his life protecting reporter Sylvia Amenabar after her investigative report went south. Carlos knows Sylvia is a tough nut with lots of relationship issues, but he’s never been one to give up without a fight. Even if Sylvia has a lot of luggage she’s carrying into their new relationship.
Sylvia has never had time for a real relationship. She’s too busy trying to make a name as one of Miami’s top journalists. Besides, she’s seen what can happen when you make bad choices. Her mother had made that kind of mistake with Sylvia’s playboy father. But when her mother warns her that some men can start an itch that no amount of scratching can stop, Sylvia worries that Carlos might just be that itch.
When her latest investigative report threatens to ruin her best friend’s boyfriend and implicates Carlos as well, Sylvia finds she must discover the truth and clear Carlos—or lose the things she holds most dear.
Excerpt
Chapter 4
“Can’t sleep?”
Carlos stood in the hallway leading to her room, light limning the silhouette of his lean-
hipped body.
There was no sense denying it. Her mind had been busy processing so many things, from her mother’s surprise visit that Sunday afternoon to another ominous message that had been left on her office voice mail earlier that day.
Much like the one before, it had insisted that Carlos wasn’t a hero. That he was a killer.
Words she didn’t believe, but that didn’t lessen the impact they’d had on her.
She sat up on the couch, creating another loud cacophony as she did so. “Thinking about work and things. How about you?”
He walked toward her, the limp in his gait less noticeable than it had been a few days earlier when he had moved in. He had improved a lot in that short time even though she had noticed after their morning walk that he had taxed himself. He had been tired and in pain when they had returned. Even then, Carlos had toughed it out for her mother’s visit and the three of them had shared a nice dinner.
Despite this morning’s seeming setback, she could already notice not just his increased mobility, but that he seemed to have more strength. Even his color was better.
Afternoons spent lazing in Lummus Park and the morning walks they were able to occasionally take had added a nice healthy glow to his skin and replaced the hospital pallor.
“Can’t sleep. Too much noise coming from in here.” He sat on the couch beside her and it creaked loudly. He met her guilty gaze. “There’s no reason that we both can’t get some sleep if you come to bed.”
“Come to bed? I was worried I might disturb your rest.” Feeling decidedly exposed, although the Victoria’s Secret cotton pajamas she wore were rather tame, she pulled up the comforter to just below her neck.
Carlos dragged a hand through his hair and sank back against the couch, prompting another squeak. “Yes. In bed. With me. This way I can finally rest because I won’t be awake listening to you toss and turn all night long. Maybe you’ll even be able to get some sleep.”
She hadn’t realized she was keeping him up. “I’m sorry. I thought you were comfortable.”
“I am. But I’d be better if you just stopped being . . . .”
“Pigheaded?” she offered when he hesitated.
“Okay, if pigheaded is the way you’re feeling. And what does that mean anyway? Pigheaded? How stupid a way is that to describe your stubbornness.”
“Stubbornness? How about understanding that I’m trying to be considerate,” she shot back, anger flaring to life at his annoyance.
“Considerate? Your bed’s big enough for an army.”
“Do you really think we would get much rest if I got into bed with you?” she said because she wanted him more than she cared to admit, but was smart enough to know that she also possibly wanted more than something physical.
He sighed harshly and faced her. He wore a white muscle shirt and dark-colored sweats.
The shirt did nothing to hide the immense breadth of his shoulders or his well-defined muscles.
The sight of them reawakened the desire to feel those strong arms around her and just confirmed to her that getting in bed with him might lead to nothing but trouble.
“Do you think you’re that irresistible?” he said, surprising her.
“Huh? Me? You think this is about me?” she nearly yelled.
“Yes. Do you think I can’t resist you?”
Well, that was a big ouch in the ego column.
“You’re right. You’re a big boy. No reason to think you can’t keep your hands off me,” she said as she regally rose from the couch and wrapped the comforter around herself.
“If that’s what you want, my love,” he said and even in the dark, she could see the
amusement and satisfaction in his blue-green eyes.
I’ve been played.
“What I want? I don’t know what I want. Maybe that’s the reason I’ve tried to be sensible and grown up about this,” she finally admitted.
Carlos shook his head. “Sensible? Grown up?”
He stood slowly, a bit of a hitch in the action as his leg protested the rise from her low-slung sofa, but then he stood before her. He leaned impossibly close and in a low, sexy tone said, “I think I like you better when you’re less sensible. When you follow your heart.”
He didn’t wait for her reply and headed for her bedroom, leaving her to stand there and think about what her heart wanted. To think about giving in to her itch and finally doing all those things she had only just thought about for months now. Thought about every minute for the five days he’d been in her home.
As she walked toward her bedroom, she reminded herself that scratching too hard wasn’t a good thing. That if she maybe waited a bit, the itch might just go away.
But as she saw him waiting for her, his gaze hot as he tracked her rush to the far edge of the bed, she realized just how hard it was going to be to resist him.
She walked to the bed, tossed aside her comforter, and got beneath the covers. He eased in on the opposite side and then they lay there, on their backs. He had his fingers laced together and his hands tucked behind his head while she dug her hands into the mattress.
Rest? she thought, but then he muttered a curse and said, “Roll over.”
She did, shifting onto the side she favored for sleep, and a second later he was spooned against her back, his one arm tossed around her waist.
“That’s better,” he mumbled, the warmth of his breath stirring the wisps of hair by her forehead. “Relax,” he said as he noticed the stiffness in her body.
She took a deep breath and smelled him. Holding the inhalation within her, she slowly released it, allowing it to take the tension from her body. She laid her arm over his, twined her fingers with his and slowly, peace filled her.
“Good night, my love,” he whispered into her ear.
“Good night,” she said, grateful that he wasn’t pressing the issue, but also battling the
desire to raise his hand to her breast and get something started.
With a shaky breath, she reined in her desire and reminded herself, One small step at a time.