Perfectly
Innocent
Publication
Date: October 1, 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Suspense
Synposis
Innocent or guilty—there’s nothing perfect about it.
Phoebe Davidson is a good girl who’s been through some bad
times. Her life changed forever when she learned that her husband was living a
secret life. Now, six years later, she’s just going through the motions of her
life, afraid to let anyone in. When a horrific crime occurs in her home, she
meets Logan Matthews, a police detective working the case. When Phoebe herself
is charged with the murder, can she trust Logan? Can she, and should she let
him into her life?
ExcerptI open the door slowly, not sure what my reaction should be at seeing him here. It probably shouldn’t be the tsunami that forms in the pit of my stomach. It whirls and churns and then explodes, taking over everything as a wave of nausea flows through my body. The tidal wave subsides, leaving only the back-and-forth of small, choppy waves that my stomach must somehow navigate. I know that I shouldn’t be experiencing any fluttering, but yet it’s there.Maybe it is just a nervous reaction to the fact that a policeman is here to see me. That would be understandable, warranted even. When the flutters travel lower, I have to admit to myself that they’re for reasons other than his occupation.He’s dressed in charcoal slacks and a bright white dress shirt. No tie today. He didn’t shave this morning. The dark stubble on his cheeks looks somehow sexier than a clean shave. That definitely is not the case for us girls. The only giveaway that he isn’t about to pose on some hot-guy calendar are the dark shadows under his eyes. He looks fresh-from-the-shower delicious, and I’m still dressed in the same sweatpants and t-shirt that he saw me in last night, only now they’re wrinkled from sleep.Well, they’re wrinkled from tossing and turning. It’s not like I actually slept. I realize that he’s still standing on the porch studying me, and neither of us has said a word.“I thought that we weren’t supposed to talk without a lawyer present.” Did those words just come out of my mouth? I grimace internally, maybe externally too. Way to go Phoebe. Give him a reason to leave.“That’s true. We aren’t allowed to talk about the case without a lawyer present.” Detective Matthews pauses and looks down at his clasped hands. “But I’m not here to talk about the case.” His beautiful brown eyes meet mine again. “I really just wanted to make sure that you are okay. You went through so much last night, and well…I’ve been worried about you.”I feel the corners of my mouth break into a smile. He’s been worried about me. Is it normal for cops to check up on people? Maybe. Probably. I hope not. He smiles back. I place a hand on my stomach to calm the trembling tsunami that is now wreaking havoc on my insides.
About
Tamra Lassiter
I live outside Washington, D.C. with my wonderfully
supportive husband and two daughters, one of which is approaching her teenage
years. Help us all! If that isn’t enough, we have a Great Dane and an English
Bulldog to keep us on our toes. It’s crazy around here and I love every minute
of it!
Writing is my third career. I didn't set out to be a writer,
it was just meant to be. My Mechanical Engineering degree from Virginia Tech
prepared me well for my first career as an Engineer/Program Manager.
My second career was in Human Resources. Long story, but I
figured it out. I believe the best start for a writing career is to be a reader
first and I’ve been an avid reader my whole life. I've loved to read ever since
I picked up my first Nancy Drew mystery in the fourth grade. Now I love reading
just about everything, but I don’t read sad books and I don’t watch sad movies
either for that matter, no matter how many awards they’ve won. Life’s too short
and who needs all that strife to bring us down?
Many of my words have been penned late into the evening,
which explains why I’ve never viewed whatever television show you recommend to
me. I would, however, love to hear your recommendations for a great read!
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