A Shot at Love by Peggy Jaeger

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A Shot at Love

by Peggy Jaeger

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Nothing’s impossible when love is on the menu. In Peggy Jaeger’s luscious series, the only thing more tempting than a delicious meal is a truly delectable romance . . .

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Photographer Gemma Laine is looking for arresting faces on the streets of Manhattan when her camera captures something shocking—a triple murder. In that moment, she becomes a target for the mob—and a top priority for a very determined, breathtakingly handsome, FBI special agent. With deadlines to meet and photo shoots on her calendar, Gemma chafes at the idea of protection, but every moment she spends under his watchful eye is a temptation to lose herself in his muscular arms . . .

With two of his men and one crucial witness dead, Special Agent Kyros Pappandreos can’t afford to be distracted. But Gemma is dazzling—and her connection to Kandy Laine’s high-profile cooking empire makes her an especially easy mark for some very bad people. Keeping her safe is much more pleasure than business, but as the heat between them starts to sizzle, Ky is set to investigate whether they have a shot at love…..

  

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A Shot at Love

 

            “That’s her.” The officer pointed to a police vehicle in the middle of the barricaded street a moment later. “Name’s Gemma Laine.”

            A woman stood next to the vehicle, a cell phone at her ear, her back to him. Tall, maybe as tall as him, and slender, her back tapered down to a miniscule waist, her legs clad in tight, faded jeans. When she turned Ky almost stopped midstride, the questions he intended to grill her with jumping out of his head. His breath caught as he simply stared at the loveliest woman he’d ever seen.

            Hair the color of midnight, straight as a board, fell to just below her shoulders, blowing back from her face in the gentle afternoon breeze. Blunt, chopped bangs, fringed a pair of large, bright blue eyes. Plump, coral colored lips moved as she spoke into the phone and for a brief, hot second, Ky wondered if they’d taste as delicious as they looked.

            Her gaze stayed on him as she spoke.

            “I’ve gotta go,” she said into the phone. “Yeah. I’ll call when I’m done. Love you, too.”

            “Miss Laine?”

            She tucked the phone into her back pocket.

            “I’m Special Agent Pappandreos. I need to speak with you about what you saw.”

            “Special Agent?” Those delicate brows furrowed under her bangs. “Like, FBI?”

            Jesus, where does a woman get a voice like that? Whiskey laced with honey and rolled into one smooth pitch.

            “Yes. I understand you witnessed the shooting? You photographed it?”

            She nodded. “I was working when it all started. I took a series of shots while it was happening.”

            His gaze flicked to the camera she held in one hand.

            “I need to see those pictures.”

            His first impression of her height had been correct. She was maybe three or four inches shorter than his six foot one frame. As she moved closer, the hairs on the back of his neck stood straight at attention. She smelled as good as she looked and his nostrils flared from the scent of sweet cherries blended with some hot exotic spice.

            “It all went down so fast,” she said. “But I got some good shots.” Handing him the camera, she added, “Press this button to advance.”