Dead Air Series Book 1
by Amy Romine
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Special Agent Kate Weiss is hiding from a kidnapping she doesn’t remember.
Jack Tucker’s life as a morning radio host is uncomplicated, attachment free, and without regret.
Brought together by a mutual friend, the pair are at odds from the moment they meet. She finds his confident swagger arrogant and beyond reproach, while he in turn sees her as a self-righteous controlling dictator.
As Kate struggles with her confidence, Jack begins to realize his life without strings is missing something, or someone. Adversity quickly becomes attraction. Jack and Kate find themselves flirting with the flames of unexpected desire.
As emotions rise, scars are revealed and secrets are uncovered. Will the reality of their very different worlds bring them together or rip them apart?
Heated bodies were pushed together like fish caught in a very expensive net. Jack maneuvered his way to the bar, and requested a whiskey sour. He stood waiting patiently, his eyes staring unfocused at the design etched into the marble top of the bar. He felt a heat on his back. He turned in curiosity when his shoulder smacked into something.
“Whoa,” he heard, and then saw Kate, her drink dripping from her hand.
“Sorry,” He found himself staring at her, a lump in his throat, his neck heated. “I didn’t see you.”
“It’s okay.” She moved to the spot next to him at the bar. She placed her drink on the bar and began to clean the alcohol from her hands and dress.
“You should know better than to try and navigate through a crowd with a full drink.”
“I’ll make a note for next time, thanks.” She tossed the used napkins on the bar and then looked back to him. “This is quite a place.”
“It stands out.” His focus went back to the crowd.
“Are you having a good time?”
“I haven’t seen Chris. Is he having a good time?”
“Wouldn’t know, he disappeared about an hour ago.” The bartender arrived with his drink. Jack laid some money on the bar before grabbing the glass.
“I’d better get back to Mike.” She excused herself stepping away from the bar.
“I’ll go with you.”
What are you doing?
They made it halfway across the floor, before engulfed in a deadlock of people. Jack instinctively grabbed Kate’s hand pushing a path through to the other side. Not realizing the warmth of her hand within his until they reached Mike, he quickly released and shoved his own in his pocket.
“Hey, Jack, I see you found her,” Mike said with a grin, scotch in his hand. “I thought you got lost.”
“Not exactly, just delayed.” Mike’s Blackberry lit up and he grabbed it and began to read.
“Crap,” Mike said, looking to Jack and Kate. “There’s a problem at the station. I have to go. Jack, will you do me a favor and take Kate home?”
“I can grab a cab, Mike. Jack doesn’t need to–”
“You’re not taking a cab, Kate,” Mike looked to Jack for support.
“It’s fine,” Kate’s expression crinkled in discomfort. “We have plenty of room.”
Kate finally nodded in agreement and Mike smiled.
“Great, you guys have fun and I’ll see you later.” He stepped forward squeezing Kate’s hand. Mike moved away from them and Jack looked to Kate, his heart pounding uncontrolled.
“We should probably get back to the VIP room.” The area around them began to fill with an overflow of people.
“Okay.” Jack led the way to where their party was congregating. Once again, they ran into traffic between point A and point B. Jack consciously kept his hand to himself, letting her push her way through behind him. The crowd swayed taking them with it and he found himself trapped against the far wall. He looked to his left and saw Kate in the same situation. She made her way along the wall toward him. A tornado of thrashing dancers erupted around them and Jack instinctively used his body to protect her. The crowd once again crashed like a wave against the wall. He felt the pressure lessen and he looked down meeting her emerald eyes. His body tingled, reacting to the softness against him. “They really need to do something about crowd control.”
“I’ll be sure to mention it in my review,” he said, her scent filling him.
“Should we try and move?” She pushed her hair off her shoulder, revealing a gently curved neck begging to be nibbled.
“I don’t know.” Catching her eyes. “Usually, this where I get thanked for my selfless act of chivalry.”
“You’ve already gotten one blow-job this evening, Tucker,” she hit back. “I would have thought the Viagra would’ve worn off by now.”
Her eyes breathed fire. She shoved him away and dove into the crowd. Jack followed and arrived on the steps of the VIP area a few moments behind her arrival. He saw Melissa meet her with a wide smile.
“Kate!” Melissa cooed while embracing the woman. “I was looking for you, when did you get here? Where’s Mike?”
“He had to take off. Kate is going to hang out with us for the remainder of the evening. I offered to give her a lift home,” Jack said with a little too much enthusiasm. Like a dog that caught a rabbit and was proudly displaying it to his master.
“Awesome, this gives me a chance to introduce you to some of our friends!”
Dead Air Series Book 2
This book picks up where Shockwave left off…
They were worlds apart, drawn together by an undeniable passion. Ripped apart by fear, they ran from each other and now struggle to stand alone. Tragedy descends and they are pulled together in search of a killer.
Kate returns to Dallas in search of Mike’s killer. Within hours of her arrival, events quickly spin out of control. Jack struggles to keep his distance, but when Kate becomes a suspect, his instincts take over and he rushes to her defense. As danger looms, all of the reasons they walked away from each other disappear, leaving the passionate fire that brought them together.
Unknown forces set their sights on Jack and Kate and the pair soon realizes that their names are next in a long line of victims. In a desperate search for the truth behind Mike’s murder, they fight their way through the lies, discovering that not all is as it seems.
Kate Weiss pushed her way through the doors. She just wanted to get this over with. After three weeks of being undercover, she’d gotten the collar and closed the case. Now all she wanted was a glass of wine and a nice long, hot, bath.
She would have to wait, paperwork first, always. She made it halfway through the bullpen when she heard her name. She turned seeing Andy waving her down.
The sight of him stabbed at her, the memory of her return from Dallas creeping from the back of her mind. She tried to push the memories of her time in the lone-star state out of her head. It was the whole reason she’d jumped back into work. Taking the first deep cover assignment she could get. It was ironic really she’d gone to Dallas to regain her memory. Not only did she fail at that attempt, but she also managed to mangle her own heart in the process.
Jack She pushed it away and made a u-turn toward Andy’s office. “What’s up?” “Come in and close the door.” “Is everything okay, you don’t look like the boss of someone who just broke a two year old case?”
“Kate, there is something I need to tell you.” His face was hard and set in a pained expression. Her stomach immediately dropped when he met her eyes, and she pushed the air from her lungs.
“What is it, what’s wrong?” “Kate…I…” “What is it, Andy? Spit it out!” “Mike’s dead.” Kate felt all of the blood draining from her face and her body became unbearably heavy. “How?”
“He was shot in the head, it looks like a hit.” She was speechless. She stared at him, feeling the walls closing in and sat in the chair behind her. Clasping her hands together, she tried to collect her thoughts and bring her buzzing mind under control. “There has to be some kind of mistake, Andy. There’s no way…”
“It’s been confirmed. They just finished the autopsy. We should have the ballistics in a few days.”
“What— wait, autopsy? When did this happen?” “Ah…we got the news last week.” “Last week, and you are telling me now?” “Kate, there was no way to get a message to you without compromising your cover.”
“God damn it, why didn’t you…” Her body began to shake but she reeled herself back in, not wanting to show the weakness in front of him. “So I assume Washington is handling the investigation?”
“No, the Dallas office is handling it,” he replied looking at her, somehow knowing she was going to object. “Don’t start, there is no way to transfer it here I have already asked.”
Kate decided to leave it. The less she involved him the better. “Do we know when the funeral will be?” “Not yet. I have a call into the AD in Dallas. A lot of it is going to depend on when they release the body.”
“Yeah.” She stood from the chair hiding the shaking of her limbs. “You okay?” “Yeah,” she said with a nod. She watched him move around the desk. He touched her arm before pulling her toward him.
Andy wrapped his arms around her, and she reluctantly let him. He was trying to comfort her, so she humored him, laying her head on his shoulder. They stood silent before she pulled back. “Thanks, Andy.”
“Why don’t you take the rest of the day off? Let it settle in,” he suggested and she nodded in agreement. “I’ll stop by later and see how you are doing, okay.”
“Call me if you hear anything else?” “Definitely.” Kate opened the door and exited the office. She moved through the bullpen, grabbed her things from her desk, and headed out of the building. Once she reached her car, she pulled out her cell and dialed.
“Jane. Hey, it’s Kate. Are you busy, I need a favor?” *** Jack’s cell rang and he answered seeing the number from the mortuary. “This is Jack Tucker,” he said into the phone as he cleaned out the coffee pot. “Yes. Yes, please that is fine. Thank you.”
The entire situation was frustrating, and he was glad it was almost over. Everything was put on indefinite hold until the FBI released Mike’s remains. Something they were told would take a few days had dragged on for over two weeks. He’d found his boss and friend dead in his own kitchen two weeks ago. He had dropped by to deliver his laptop as requested and that was when he found him. The memory chilled him to the bone, and everything since had been a dizzy haze. Mike had no immediate family, so Jack and his on-air radio co-host, Melissa, took it upon them-selves to make all of the funeral arrangements. This, if nothing else kept them both busy, stalling the impending shock of emotion going to rain down soon enough. His mind went to Kate. He’d attempted to call her several times with no response. He wasn’t sure why he would have expected her to answer. He’d gone to California to apologize for the way he rejected her when he discovered she was an FBI Agent, but she shut him down and walked away. Telling him that she wasn’t who he thought she was. Despite their recent history, he was sincerely worried about her. Jack knew how much she meant to Mike, he could only imagine that the feeling was reciprocated.
Jack shook himself out of his head and immediately got to work. His first order of business was to call Melissa, and let her know that they were a go. He started at the top of the list and worked his way down. He had accomplished half of it when his phone rang.
“This is Jack.” “Jack, it’s Elisa.” “Hey, what’s up?” “The FBI is here, and asking about Mike’s laptop. Do you still have it?” Her voice was strained and he could only imagine how she was handling things. She was, after all, Mike’s assistant. All of this must have been horrible.
“Ah, yeah, do they want me to bring it there?” Jack heard her asking someone something in the background, and then she came back to the phone.
“They want you to bring it to the field office downtown.” “Yeah okay I can run by there. No problem.” “Okay, I’ll tell them, thanks.” He decided it was a good excuse to get out of the house, and he grabbed his keys. Half way to the federal offices, his phone rang again and he saw Melissa’s smiling face.
“Hey Miss, what’s up?” “Are you busy?” “Not really, I was just going to drop something off downtown. What do you need?”
“I am at the funeral home and I have no idea what I am doing,” she replied sounding frustrated and breathless. “Do you think you could come by and help me with all of this?”
“Sure, where are you?” Melissa gave him the address and he veered off course to the funeral home. When he arrived, she was shaking her head in indecision. He didn’t offer any suggestions just acted as a sounding board and support. This enabled her to make the necessary decisions.
Two hours later, he was able to walk out of the funeral home knowing that the arrangements were all made. Now it was his job to send everyone the information. He wanted to put together a respectful email so he decided to head to the federal office and then back home. Melissa wanted him to meet him for dinner later, so if he hauled ass he should have time to get everything done, and be able to clean up before dinner.
Jack pulled into the parking lot, grabbed the laptop off the back seat, and headed to the main doors of the federal office. As soon as he walked in, he saw a reception desk. He stood behind a man, and a woman, who were both waiting their turn while the receptionist talked on the phone.
A few minutes later, it was his turn and he looked to her with a smile. “Hi, my name is Jack Tucker. I was asked to bring this down,” he said, motioning to the laptop.
“Mr. Tucker,” she said scanning her computer screen. “There you are. They are expecting you. Just go through security and up to the fifth floor. Talk to the receptionist, and ask her to direct you to Agent Mitchell.”
“Great, thanks.” He turned and moved to the security station. Once through, he made his way to the fifth floor. “Hi I’m here to see Agent Mitchell, my name is Jack Tucker.”
“Mr. Tucker, if you can fill this out for me I can take the laptop for you.” The receptionist handed him a clipboard and a pen. He looked over the form and began to fill it out. Abruptly Jack heard the faint echo of shouting voices followed by the slamming of a door. Looking up, he watched a suited man cross the room of cubicles. The man, seemingly irate, stopped, yanking open the door of a glass walled office. “Get Andy Whitaker in Los Angeles on the phone now!”
Jack watched in curiosity while the surrounding agents scurried through the cubicles like frightened mice looking for a place to hide.
“All set, thanks for bringing this down, Mr. Tucker.” “Sure, no problem,” he replied with a nod before turning toward the elevator. “Carol, Nighton wants the files on Kate Weiss,” a man said as he leaned over the counter. A chill went up Jack’s spine, and he turned to get a look at the man. He was a bald middle age man, but he quickly disappeared into the maze of cubicles. Jack turned back to the elevator and stepped on just as an angry male voice bellowed through the office…
Dead Air Series Book 3
Jack and Kate struggle to navigate through the web of lies surrounding them. Chasing shadows, the truth is closer than they realize. Isolated and hiding from unknown forces, can they uncover the buried secrets that killed Mike and put a price of their heads? When Kate makes a deal and leaves Jack behind, will she make it back, or will one misstep destroy all of their hopes for the future?
Jack and Kate struggle to navigate through the web of lies surrounding them. Chasing shadows, the truth is closer than they realize. Isolated and hiding from unknown forces, can they uncover the buried secrets that killed Mike, and put a price of their heads? When Kate makes a deal, and leaves Jack behind, will she make it back, or will one misstep destroy all of their hopes for the future?
Speechless, Jack watched her turn away, and flee to the back porch. He stood staring, her words piercing him like a molten blade. He wanted to back her up, be the man. He didn’t care what happened to him, and when she said she didn’t want him to go he assumed it was because he was a hindrance. It was completely beyond him that she didn’t see him that way at all. Her decision was defensive. She was protecting him, to protect herself.
Her decision of not allowing him to go with her had nothing to do with him and everything to do with her fear of losing him.
Jack’s stomach dropped and he felt like an idiot.
Taking a breath, he reigned in his guilt and self-induced frustration, before moving to the back door. Stepping out the cool lake air hit him and a chill ran up his spine. He breathed it in seeing her stare out at the water.
“It’s cold out here.”
“I’m not changing my mind, Jack.”
“I know.” Jack caught her shining eyes in the moonlight.
Her gaze was open and trusting of him. There was nothing hidden, just her, and his heart stopped in devotion. He caressed her cheek, wiping away the tear that slid across it. Jack encompassed her within his arms before caressing her lips with a loving tender kiss. He pressed his forehead to hers and she closed her eyes against him. “If you say I need to stay here, than that is what I need to do. You go do what needs to be done and I will be here when you get back.”
“I just want to love you, Katie. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
Her emerald eyes opened looked up at him in complete love and hope. He brushed her lips again, and she melted into him. The cold around them disappeared. He wanted to stop the moment in time and keep it forever. After losing themselves in each other they took a breath. His arms held her tightly against him, and a grin spread across his face. “It’s really cold out here.”
She hugged him a little tighter. “Oh it’s not that bad.”
“My nose is frozen.” She laughed and he released her before taking her hand leading her back into the house. “Time to go inside.”
He led her back inside and she ventured into the kitchen starting a pot of coffee. Jack loaded some logs into the fireplace and Kate appeared next to him with a cup of coffee. Jack took it, and put it on the table. Then he took hers and did the same. She smirked at him before he pulled her down against him. He claimed her lips and didn’t let go. Her softness against him was intoxicating. His body burned and her passionate kisses fueled the fire. He tugged on her shirt before raising it over her head. She unbuttoned his shirt and he nibbled on her neck. He lifted his torso upright, her legs wrapping around his waist. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders. He shrugged it away, his hands lining her spine. He undid the clasp of her bra sliding the straps down her arms. He dropped it on the floor, the sight of her beautiful body taking his breath away.
Her nails curled into his hair and he lined her collar bone with soft kisses. His mouth led a trail down to her sternum before he pushed a heat breath across her nipple. He kissed the delicate bud before swirling his tongue over the tip. Her head fell back with a moan and his arms braced her back.
He sucked her nipple between his lips, nipping gently with his teeth. Her hips ground against him and he increased the suction. She cried out and gasped. He released the inflamed bundle from his mouth. His palm rolled against the now overly sensitive breast. His mouth latched onto the neglected nipple, while his hand continued to tease.
Jack shifted, tucking her beneath him. She arched her back and he unbuttoned her jeans. His mouth left her breast, kissing his way down her body he nibbled on her hip before tugging her jeans off her legs. His dick rubbed against his jeans and he gulped back the need to be within her body. The anticipation was likely going to kill him. He pulled her to the edge of the couch, her dewy pussy making his mouth water.
He licked her lips before dipping his tongue into her, she growled lifting her hips. He gently placed his hand on her mound, pressing her back onto the couch. He explored her pussy with his tongue until she was almost crying.
In a swift move, his finger slipped into her pussy and his mouth covered her clit. A few flicks of his tongue, he curled his finger against her G-Spot and she exploded.
Jack brought her down, made his way back to her beautiful eyes, and captured her small whimpers against his mouth. Her hands freed his aching cock. He rose, discarding his jeans and boxers. She moved while he wasn’t looking. Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock and he thought he was going to explode. Her hand stroked him while her mouth teased. She must have known he was close. She held his base, and gave his cock a final wet kiss. He devoured her mouth, guiding her to the arm of the couch. He propped her up, her legs wrapping around his hips. He knelt on the couch teasing her clit with the tip of his cock. She squirmed, her breath coming in heavy gasps.
She wrapped her arm around his neck. “Jack, please…I want you inside me.”
“You want me to fill you up?”
“Oh God, yes.”
He dominated her mouth, his fingers digging into her hips. She tilted her pelvis and he pushed into her warmth. He groaned and she whimpered at the union. She used her grip on his neck as leverage to move her pelvis against his cock. It felt incredible, and his entire body shivered in rising pressure. “Jesus, Kate.”
His hands rested on the arm of the couch, he shifted his weight and took back control. His hips moved, his cock filling her completely. Her head fell back, her back arched and he pulled back and then pushed in again. His cock stroked her pussy as it gripped him. Each movement within her body brought him closer to heaven. “Harder, Jack, fuck me…”
Her call sent a thrill up his spine and his movement became longer and harder, he filled her again and again without restraint. Her pussy tightened around him and she screamed in ecstasy. The pressure in his cock reached its peak. She pulsed around him and he exploded.
Coming down from the euphoria he pulled her close, and her arms wrapped around his neck. He lay back into the couch, her head on his chest as they both caught their breath. He felt her shiver and pulled the blanket from the back of the couch. Jack shifted onto his side, facing her and the back of the couch. Her head on his arm she looked at him with a grin. He traced the line of her hair and her grin turned into a bright smile.
“I love it when you smile.”
“I love it when you touch me.”
“Well that’s good because it happens to be one of my favorite things to do.”
“I love you, Jack.”
He lined her cheek with his thumb, pressing a gentle kiss on her pink lips. “I love you too, Katie.”
They kissed and caressed, relaxing into the couch. Eventually her eyes closed in exhaustion. Her warmth against him, he reveled in the softness of her skin. She laid still, her beautiful, fragile, body curled against him. His heart raced when his thoughts drifted to what was ahead of them. Of all they had to lose. He desperately wanted to shield her from it but knew he couldn’t. He trusted her to do the right thing and come back to him. Jack did his best to let it go and savor her in his arms. He pushed the outside world away and continued to stroke her hair until he eventually drifted off.
Amy Romine has always wanted to be one of the good guys. From playing Charlie’s Angels in the backyard of her Macungie, PA home as a child to the pages of her unending projects, Amy has always dreamed of adventure and romance. Her need to make the characters truly deserve their happiness takes us on many a twisted journey. From serial killers to demons, Amy holds nothing back in the name of true enduring love.
A mother of three, Amy has spent the past sixteen years working in Operations for Ricoh America’s Corporation. She is an avid movie fan and enjoys books, television, theater, her dog Pip and all things romance.
How to Survive a Psychotic Killer Stalking You
By Amy Romine
Romantic Suspense Author
Some of you may be wondering, how do you keep from losing your mind when your entire life has been turned inside out and upside down? When everything once within the illusion of your control is now running amuck like a bull in a china shop. We here are a few tips, from someone who knows.
If you think you are in control, just let go of that right now. The more you try to control the situation the worse it is going to get! If you do find yourself the object of affection for some psycho lunatic, let’s be honest, there really isn’t shit you can do.
Tip # 1 – Buy a Laptop
First, if you don’t have a laptop consider investing in one. Most are fairly cheap, and you will thank your credit card later. This wonderful device will soon become your only link to the outside world, via email, online content and the occasional Facebook posting (although I would limit your exposure). You will also hopefully be able to salvage the remains of your life. Continue to pay bills, work remotely, maybe even buy a new pair of shoes (although you will need to set up a separate destination for delivery as you won’t to give yourself away). Laptops are also portable and can pretty much handle anything you throw at them, and most are water proof for the occasional melt down.
Tip# 2 – Prepare for the Late Night / Early morning crawl.
Next, I would suggest you get familiar with binge watching television. Netflix, Hulu, Amazon Prime, have all of these will keep you going for a little while at least. If you have regular cable, stick to TCM, USA, & TNT. I am not talking Jimmy Kimmel and Conan O’Brien. I am talking 230 AM TCM Abbot and Costello or my personal favorite, Tom and Jerry on Cartoon Planet. Rule of thumb, there is ALWAYS a Law and Order on somewhere. Also, just because it is black and white, doesn’t mean it sucks. Best channels for late night / early morning are going to be, TCM, TNT, USA, and Cartoon Planet (does anyone else see a pattern here?). If you go cable (HBO, Cinemax, Showtime) you are going to run into soft core and since you probably not getting any, probably not the best idea.
A second option for your sleepless night dilemma’s is going to be a good ole fashion book. Paper or digital catch up on your TBR piles! There are tons of authors out there wanting your review. Now you may be thinking that you shouldn’t be prepared for the occasion of insomnia. Trust me, it will happen, and better to be prepared than get stuck watching infomercials.
*Note – Do not try and work at 3 AM! First off, people are going to think you have fallen off the deep end. Second, although your eyes are open and your mind is spinning, how coherent are you really? Don’t be stupid and try to ‘keep up’, you don’t need to be sending drunk emails to your boss. (They found that people who drive after being awake for 17 to 19 hours performed worse than those with a blood alcohol level of .05 percent.)
Tip# 3 – Keep the little constants in your life alive and kicking
Moving on, try and keep some fragment of your life stable. (Impossible, right?) They say that children need a schedule for a sense of reassurance. Believe it or not Adults do as well. So obviously if you go running every morning you are going to have to put it on hold for a while (yes, I know it totally sucks!) but things, small things, like your favorite creamer in the fridge or keeping up with your favorite blogs online. Even something as small as having Taco’s on Wednesdays can make all the difference in your ability to cope with the upheaval.
Lastly, and most important, DO NOT GIVE UP, it will end eventually. As you are already realizing, your friends and family are going to be supportive and wonderful, but the fact of the matter is, you are going through this, not them.
So, do not give up, give in or let go of anything you want, wish and hope for. Those are the things that will keep you going. Things are never completely hopeless. There is always a glimmer of hope smiling back at you when you look into his eyes…hold onto the warmth of the memory, the sliver of belief that if it is meant to be it will happen.
God please make it meant to be…
So here are your tips to survival. I could go on and on but these are the must have’s in my opinion everything else is negotiable.
Stick to your guns and as Scarlett said…tomorrow is another day!
Author Amy Romine writing as Rebecca Gailen the Heroine of Trust Me Book 1 – Serenity Lost available at Amazon.com
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