The Adult Contemporary Romance/Mystery, Collared (Book #4, Going to the Dogs) by Zoe Dawson has release! To help celebrate, we have an excerpt and giveaway below.
Collared by Zoe Dawson
Going to the Dogs #4
Adult Contemporary Romance/Mystery
Release: October 14, 2013
Diamonds are a dog’s best friend.
Harper Sinclair discovers that her champion, award-winning standard poodle, Ch. Edgewood Sky High Blue is missing her $50,000 diamond dog collar that was given to her by Harper’s eccentric, indulging grandmother. Harper calls the robbery division of the NYPD and reports the theft. The detective they send is surly and tough with a pair of blue eyes that make even this calm, cool socialite’s lungs claw for air.
Rough and tumble Detective Caleb Shaw has better things to do than run over to the penthouse of a frigging socialite to find a frigging collar for a frigging pampered poodle—award winning or not. He has real cases to solve, but when he gets a load of the poodle’s owner, his interest in the case…heats up. Satin sheets or not, he wants Harper.
Can a lovely socialite collar a hard-boiled detective or are they worlds apart?
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About the Author
Zoe Dawson is the alter ego of Karen Anders, award winning, multi-published author. Her writing journey started with poetry and branched out into fiction. With a couple of college English courses under her belt, she penned a historical, then moved onto contemporary romance fiction. Today, she is happy producing romantic suspense, romantic mystery, urban fantasy and paranormal novels. The words feed her soul and the happily ever afters feed her heart.
Someone jostled him and pushed him roughly into her. He caught her against him to keep them both upright just as the music softened into a slow dance. She grasped his shoulders to maintain her balance and discovered they were rock-hard with muscle. Her breasts were pressed against his chest.
He didn’t let her go.
“What’s happening here, Ms.—”
“Oh, for God’s sake, call me Harper. I think you can figure it out. I heard you were a hotshot detective.”
He laughed and that earthquake inside her turned into a tsunami, an overwhelming force of nature.
“How about I call you princess? That tone makes you sound like you’re sitting on a throne and I’m your doting subject. As long as I don’t have to curtsy when I’m in your presence.”
“I have other ways to bring you to your knees.”
He bit his bottom lip and shook his head. “You are coming on to me.”
“If there was any doubt, I must be doing it all wrong.”
“Wrong isn’t exactly the word I’m looking for here. Stupid. Now that’s a word.”
Was he actually turning her down? That was something else that had never happened to her before. This man was full of surprises, but she liked it. Men didn’t really play hard to get. That was a woman’s thing, so what was going on with him? “Aren’t you attracted to me?
“F**k, yeah, but I like my job, and getting involved with you isn’t a good idea.”
“How would this affect your job?”
“I’m not exactly sure, but when the commissioner pulls me in from medical leave to work a case with a missing dog collar and a socialite, I have to think that he’s not going to be too keen about me messing with said socialite.”
She draped her arms over his shoulders as they moved slowly together. Her hand played with a lock of his soft hair. “You’re not afraid of the commissioner.”
He just stared at her.
“That would mean you were afraid of me.”
He gave a short laugh. “I’m not afraid of you.” She moved closer to him. “Look, I get it. We have some chemistry, and you’re a very beautiful woman, and a man would have to be blind not to notice.”
“Ooh, I like the compliments better than the sarcasm. You do both well, though.”
He chuckled. “Charm has its uses.”
“As you so recently implied, I’m a brat and I do like to have it my way, so I think I will call you Caleb.”
“As long as you say my first name with the same regally bored tone you use when you say ‘detective.’”
“There is nothing boring about you.”
“There’s always a ‘but.’”
“But, Harper, truth of the matter is you don’t fit into my life and I certainly don’t fit into yours. I work the streets and you live in the clouds. So you stay on your pretty side of the tracks my side is much too gritty.”
“I don’t accept that. If this was reversed, and you were a rich man and I was a cop, there wouldn’t be any need for this discussion.”
“But it’s not reversed. Like I said, you wouldn’t last five minutes in my world. So, Harper, back to the subject at hand. A list of your staff and friends.”
Anger suffused her and made her stomach churn. She was even more determined now to show him that he was wrong.
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