Steamy Excerpt – Falling In Danger by Kaylie Newell

A journalist stumbles onto the story of a lifetime. And finds herself falling in danger…

When young, naïve reporter Jessica Brady is kidnapped and held for ransom by the head of an illegal dog fighting organization, undercover police officer Ian Cole realizes he's got his hands full. He's on the verge of busting the ring when he's assigned to babysit her, which isn't an easy feat. She's neurotic, feisty, and also happens to be scared to death of dogs. Now he has to figure out a way to get them both out alive.

Jessica has no idea the thug she's becoming attracted to is actually a cop, but it's clear he's not like the rest of the men in the organization. Particularly Albert Mancini, the disturbed only son of the ring boss, who has an appetite for alcohol and women. Especially Jessica.

When Ian's cover is blown, he's forced to bust the ring early. Weeks later, Jessica can't stop thinking about the experience that has changed her forever. She wonders about the tall, sexy detective who saved her life. And the mobster's prize-winning pit bull, Bruta.

An idea for a story is born. What if these dogs were given a second chance at life?

As Jessica digs deeper into their troubled world, she ends up falling for the police officer who rescued them. And discovers layers of her heart she never knew existed.

But when Albert escapes from jail, her happiness turns to terror. He hasn't forgotten about the detective who put him behind bars. Or the beautiful young woman whose every move has become his obsession.

Content Warning: Contains sensual sex and explicit language


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"You don't know me," Jessica said. "You know nothing about me, except what you saw for a few days when you were pretending to be someone else."

"I know enough." His voice softened and so did his expression. He reached out and she ducked away.

"Don't touch me."

Ian reached for her again, this time catching her by the arm. She tried yanking free, but he held on. He was strong and big and warm. Pulling her close, his eyes moved over her.

"Let me go."

"I may have been pretending to be someone else, but it wasn't all an act, Jessica."

She squirmed, her breasts pressed against the unyielding muscles of his chest. "Oh, yeah? Like what?" Her pulse hummed in her ears. One of his arms snaked around her waist, and she instinctively arched her back.

"We almost kissed. Remember that?"

"Barely." She'd always been a terrible liar.

"And I saw you naked. What about that?"

Her body was beginning to react on its own. She let him pull her closer. And didn't turn away when he lowered his mouth to her ear. The lingering effects of the margaritas warmed her blood, even as he warmed her body.

"I remember," he said, his voice husky against her earlobe. "I remember every detail."

Her belly tightened. Her heart rammed itself against her chest bone as if looking for a way through. He moved his lips across her cheek, the stubble from his chin leaving her skin tingling.

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, a tiny sound escaping her throat. The wind caught her hair and whipped it across her face. He brushed it away and tilted her head back.

"Look at me," he said.

She opened her eyes, every ounce of anger gone, leaving only lust to fill the void. She wanted him. Probably more than she'd ever wanted any man in her life. And she didn't care if he saw it all over her face.

"Say my name," he said. "I want to hear you say it."

Her eyes dropped to his parted lips, the top slightly thinner than the bottom. Strawberry blond stubble darkened their edges. She'd wanted his kiss for so long she could almost taste it.

He remained just a few inches away, his eyes roaming her face, her neck, her hair, as if committing them to memory
"Ian," she said. Oh God.

With that, he slid a hand under her tank top, trailing it slowly up her bare spine. At the same time, he bent to kiss her, softly, until she whimpered for more. Closing her eyes, she breathed him in. She caught the faint scent of cologne mingled with the sea air. As she touched her tongue tentatively to his lips, she tasted a hint of the dark, amber beer he'd had with dinner. He caught his breath and opened his mouth wider, luring her tongue in with his own.

She could scarcely believe she was kissing him, here, on the cliffs of the Pacific Ocean. It was like a movie, the moon hanging like a spotlight in the star-speckled sky, the parking lot suddenly the most erotic set on the face of the earth.

His arms were strong and steady around her back, the hand which was up her shirt, warm and rough against her skin. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, something she'd wanted to do since she'd sat across from him in his office, all cockiness and sex appeal. The soft blond fuzz tickled her fingertips.

Groaning, he pulled her closer, moving his hips against hers until a slow throbbing built between her legs. She reached down and touched him where he strained beneath his clean, starched khakis.


She smiled against his mouth and caught his bottom lip in her teeth.

Making a raw, visceral sound, he pulled away long enough to look down at her. His eyes were the exact color of the water behind them. Deep and blue, and full of the unknown.

"I can't stand the thought of anyone hurting you," he said. The wrinkle between his brows was back, and he looked so incredibly handsome that her breath hitched in her throat.

She swallowed, trying to choose her words carefully, wanting him to understand and knowing how much rode on this moment. "I'm just…tired of being afraid. It's more than wanting to prove that I'm not like my dad. I need this. For me."

He searched her face and after a long minute, nodded solemnly. Still holding her around the waist, he reached up and brushed her cheekbone with his thumb.

Below, insistent waves crashed against the dark, rocky shore and the breeze kicked up a notch, as if wanting to fill the silence.

"Just promise me one thing," he said.

"Name it."

"Promise me you won't do anything careless."

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