“What did you want to talk with me about?” she asked, trying to steer her thoughts away from sex.
Vincent leaned forward and rested his elbows against the table. “I want you to stay out of this case.”
“Excuse me?” she said with a scowl.
He certainly didn’t beat around the bush. Anger simmered deep in her gut as she stared at him.
“It’s too dangerous for you.”
She rolled her eyes. Typical man. “Give me a break.”
“Stacy, I’m serious.”
“So am I,” she snapped. “I’m a detective, Vincent. A damn good one. I’m not staying out of it. Finding whoever did this is too important to me, and I won’t let you or anyone else stop me from solving it. What do you know that I don’t?”
Vincent sighed and sat back, his brow creased into a frown. “Why is this so important to you?”
Stacy grabbed the glass of ice water and brought it to her lips. After a couple of swallows to cool her rising temper, she set it back down. “My best friend died after taking that drug. Like the others, she thought she could do things she really couldn’t.”
“I’m sorry, Stacy.” She nodded, and he continued. “But my request still stands. I want you out of this.”
She scowled at him. “Why?”
The waiter came forward and started to place two menus in front of them, but Vincent held his hand up, stopping him. “We know what we want.” Stacy stared in shock as Vincent placed both their orders.
“Belay that,” she snarled and grabbed the menu from the waiter. “I want the lasagna, not the fettuccine, and a glass of tea. I’m on duty—I can’t have wine.”
Closing the menu with a snap, she glared at Vincent. Her anger only grew at the sight of his lips twitching in amusement.
“Where the hell do you get off?” she sneered as the waiter walked away.
“Habit,” he replied.
“I don’t mean the menu,” she snarled.
“Stacy,” he said and sighed. “You have no idea what’s going on here.”
“Then why don’t you tell me? What are you hiding, Vincent?”
“I’m not hiding anything,” he argued. “Just call me old-fashioned. I don’t like the idea of you putting yourself in danger. And anyone that deals with drugs is dangerous.”
“I’ve gone after drug gangs and murderers before. It’s what I do.”
“I have a feeling this is different.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“No.”
“Then our discussion is over.” She sat back in her chair, crossed her arms over her chest, and dared him to argue his point any further.
Vincent’s gaze suddenly glowed with a hunger that set her very soul on fire.
“Our discussion isn’t anywhere near over,” he growled. “I suggest you come with me so we can finish it.”
“Let’s finish it here.”
Vincent stood and, without another word, grabbed her arm, tugging her up from her seat. She glanced around, hoping they weren’t causing too much of a scene, but no one seemed to be paying any attention as Vincent tugged her along behind him to the women’s bathroom.
“What the hell are you doing?” she snapped, trying to free her arm from his grasp.
He threw the door open and shoved her through. His manhandling shocked the hell out of her, but what shocked her more was the rising lust screaming through her veins like a runaway train.
“Damn you, Vincent,” she snarled. “If you wanted to get into a damn screaming match—”
Vincent’s mouth slanted across hers before she even realized what he was up to. Strong hands cupped her face, holding her still as his tongue thrust between her lips and into her mouth. She gasped as his tongue touched hers, sparking to life a hunger she only dreamed existed. He tasted of mint and coffee, smelled of musk and man, and she couldn’t seem to get enough. She met his challenge, her tongue mating with his, twirling, tasting, teasing.
She raised her hands and fisted her fingers in his T-shirt, bunching it within her grasp just above the waistband of his jeans. She wanted to touch him, feel his hot flesh beneath her fingers. This was insane. They were in a public bathroom where anyone could walk in.
The danger of being caught only fueled her desire. Her anger evaporated, leaving only a burning hunger that threatened to singe every inch of her.
Walking her backward, Vincent moved her into one of the larger stalls and locked them inside. He pressed her back against the cold tile wall, his hips grinding into the V of her thighs. She whimpered, wanting to lift one leg so he could fit his hard cock more firmly against her pussy, but her skirt prevented it.
Sensing her desperation, Vincent slid her skirt up her thighs and bunched it around her waist. His hands cupped her ass, squeezing and massaging. She lifted one leg, and his hard length pressed against her clit, making her moan in pure delight, but it wasn’t nearly enough. She needed so much more. She needed him inside her.
“What are you doing to me?” she asked breathlessly against his lips as her fingers slid between them to fumble with the zipper of his jeans.
“Right now, whatever you want,” he murmured.

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We had a great time for a small vacation, sort of…:) The big one comes later this summer when we head out to visit the mouse. This time, we took a few days to just wander and visit hubby’s family.

Our first stop was the gulf coast, where we dipped our toes in the water and played in the sand. The gulf coast isn’t as pretty, but it’s also not as rough. Especially for little ones that get knocked around easily by waves…:)

Then we headed over to see the USS Alambama.

Check out the view from the top of the ship. It was just gorgeous.

Then we headed over to see the sub, the USS Drum.

Here’s my baby girl at the wheel.

And here’s hubby and son plotting the next battle strategy…:)

After the ships, we headed into New Orleans to visit with hubby’s family. Here we are at lunch in the French Quarter. The kids love Bubba Gumps. I think it’s because of the movie..:)

I just love the Quarter. The crowded streets, the carriages…

the cool buildings and balconies. And of course, you can’t go to the Quarter without a stop at Cafe Du Monde.

After the Quarter, we spent a day with family at the crawfish boil. Just check out all those crawfish…:) That was just the first batch…lol.

We had a great time and I really enjoyed seeing everyone. I can’t wait to do it all again next year…:)

A five angel, recommended read from FAR for Entwined Fates Captive…:)

It’s like a sci-fi movie has come to life before Mikayla’s very eyes. Hostile aliens have invaded Earth. A captive on the destroyer orbiting her planet, she can only helplessly wonder what has happened to her home and the people she loves. With little hope of escape, she’s fighting her own internal war when Captain Marcone provokes much more than her anger with his wicked good looks and intoxicating appeal. Mikayla can’t seem to control the way she responds to her enemy and she hates herself for it.

Captain Sidious Marcone needs this feisty little minx like he needs a hole in the head. Distractions like her can get a man killed, especially a man working as a rebel spy. He knows he should leave well enough alone, but her sharp tongue and lithe body are enough to drive him insane. She presents a challenge too enticing to ignore. Seducing Mikayla, completing his mission and dodging the dangerous suspicion of those around him can be hard work. He takes huge risks that will hopefully make everything he’s done for the past decade worth it and help him win the heart of the one he loves.

Trista Ann Michaels has done it again! Captive grabbed me by the throat and did not let go until I turned the very last page. Riveting, passionate and full of suspense, I simply could not put it down.

Ms. Michaels has an extraordinary ability to create characters that evoke strong emotional attachments in me. I love female leads that are aggressive, intelligent and sarcastic but still manage to be very likeable. Mikayla definitely struck a chord in me. Sidious is a hero taken directly from my fantasies. Flirtatious, driven and a bit tormented, it was very easy to fall for him. The tension between these two was palpable and the suspense in the story had my heart pounding as I frantically flipped pages. I am absolutely dying to get my hands on the rest of the Entwined Fates series. I highly recommend this book!

Reviewed by: Heather

Big thank you, Heather…:)