Romantic Suspense Feature plus Guest Post: Crazed Reckoning by Valerie J. Clarizio

Book Title: Crazed Reckoning, a Nick Spinelli Mystery
Author: Valerie J. Clarizio

Publisher: Melange Books, LLC

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Length: 120 pages

Release Date: March 5, 2015

Blurb:

After experiencing a murderous Christmas and Valentine's Day with love interest Shannon O'Hara, Detective Nick Spinelli assumed Saint Patrick's Day couldn't be any worse.

He was wrong.

While out on a geocaching adventure in Door County, Shannon and her friend Anna find more than a clue in the cache box. When Shannon disappears, Spinelli is sent racing to find her. Amidst the chaos of an unruly Irish celebration, and a decades-old Irish family feud, he must rescue her from the hands of a madman.

Authors Bio:

Valerie is a writer of romantic suspense, contemporary romance, and women’s fiction novels.  She lives in beautiful Door County Wisconsin with her husband and two very spoiled cats.  She loves to read, write, and spend time at her cabin in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.  She’s lived her life surrounded by men, three brothers, a husband, and a male Siamese cat who required his own instruction manual.  Keeping up with all the men in her life has turned her into a successful hunter and fisherwoman.

She is a member of Romance Writers of America and the Wisconsin Romance Writers of America. Additionally, she was a finalist in the 2011 Celtic Hearts Romance Writers, Novellas Need Love, Too! Contest.

Website:  https://valclarizio.wordpress.com/

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/Valerie.Clarizio

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/VClarizio

Guest Post:

Why romantic suspense is my favorite –

Growing up I loved watching cop shows: CHIPS, Simon & Simon, and Remington Steele to name a few.  Perhaps it was the thrill of the catch that drew my attention or maybe it was the handsome officers and detectives that caught my eye.  After all, what female in her right mind didn’t fall in love with Ponch or Jon, Rick or AJ, and that awesome Remington Steele?  While most of my friends oohed and aahed over the bad boys – Ponch, Rick, and Remington, admittedly, I fell for the good boys, Jon and AJ.  Something about those straight-stick blonds really tripped my trigger.  

When I was young I always said I was going to marry a blond haired, blue-eyed man.  As it turns out, for the past 24 years I’ve been married to a dark haired man with brown eyes, and of Italian descent.  Hmm.  What did I know back then anyhow?  

Back to modern day.  I still love watching cop shows and movies.  I would love to be a guest on Castle, perhaps a suspect, but not the guilty one.  Though Richard Castle/Nathan Fillion cracks me up and Javi/Jon Huertas is easy on the eyes and has an awesome body, it’s that cute, straight-stick Detective Ryan/Seamus Dever that does it for me.  I love his bright blue eyes.  I guess some things never change.

I’ve written Detective Nick Spinelli to be both, the straight-stick, and then the bad boy when need be.  In other words, he tries to play by the rules, but if anyone lays a finger on his precious Shannon O’Hara there are no rules, and he’ll go apeshit all over them. 

Just like me, Detective Spinelli loves a good cop movie.   

Here are some of his favorites:

Dirty Harry

Cobra

Tango and Cash

Lethal Weapon

Striking Distance

Diehard

Excerpt

Caving to his selfishness, Spinelli lifted his hand and combed his fingers through Shannon’s smooth, silky strands of hair before his hand came to rest against her warm, inviting, cheek. Her eyes fluttered open but quickly closed again. He tilted her head slightly for better access to her soft, irresistible lips. He touched them lightly with his before he pulled his head back in hopes to catch a glimpse of her beautiful emerald eyes. It took but a moment for her lids to rise, and the sea of green staring back at him instantly swallowed him whole.

Wasting no time, he dipped his head and fully took her mouth. The heat of her tongue nearly set him to flames. Her fingers wove through his hair; his hand cupped a breast through her shirt. Her back still pinned one arm between her and the chair. As if reading his mind, she shifted her position more upright, freeing his arm and his hand for roaming. He nearly chuckled at her mind-reading skills in the few short months they’d been together. At this rate, he’d soon have no private thoughts left.

Her scorching tongue turned his mind to mush. She sent every nerve ending in his body to the highest point of arousal he’d ever experienced. He couldn’t think anymore. He could only react and deepened his kiss.

Straddling him in the chair, she placed her hands on his cheeks and locked her smoldering gaze onto his. He needed a crowbar to tear his gaze from hers, as he glanced at her letter still on the arm of the chair. Unless she saw it in the last few seconds, she would have no way of knowing he’d seen the letter she wrote to him. Shifting his gaze back to her, he found her looking at the paper. Her breath held for a moment.

The sheer intensity of her concentrated gaze bored into his soul. “I meant every word of it, Nick.”

A thrill snapped through him like a lightning bolt as if this information was new to him. Deep down he’d known it for a while, but the letter confirmed his suspicions. Hearing her say the words, with such sincerity and assurance, rendered him speechless. His heart pounded in his chest.

Shannon’s green eyes darkened as she leaned forward and pressed her fiery-hot and needy lips to his. Spinelli’s greedy hands went to work, pulling her shirt up and over her head so quickly their lips hardly parted to complete the task. His fingers loosened the hook on her bra, freeing her small perky round breasts from their confinement.

Pulling his lips from hers, he fastened his mouth around one breast as he cupped the other in the palm of his hand. Her breath hitched and released with a soft moan. If that was the last sound he ever heard, he’d die a happy man. She had the most beautiful breasts.

Shannon’s small hands floated down and fluidly worked the button and zipper of his jeans. If she took any longer, the force of his erection would take care of that task.

He somehow found enough sense to lift himself to his feet with Shannon in his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He took the four steps needed before playfully tossing her onto the bed. Kneeling before him, she tugged at his jeans as he pulled his shirt over his head. She eyed his erection. He always loved how she looked at him. Only two things were better. Yep, wrapping her mouth around him was one. Her sizzling tongue slid around and over the tip of him before taking him in completely. The escalating pressure was nearly more than he could bear and she’d hardly started. His pulse pounded in his ears as his aching body begged for release. His concentrated effort to hold out nearly failed him as she freed him from the depths of her knowing mouth.

Shannon scooted up on the bed. Her skin flushed at his gaze. He tugged her jeans and panties from her before he crawled up beside her. Before he knew it, his mouth covered hers, probing, exploring, as if it had never been there before. He was ready, so ready to dip inside her velvet opening.

Teaser

Spinelli fixed his gaze on Walker.

“I’m going to marry her.” Walker risked a glance away from the road. “I know you are. Jeana and I have known all along. Christ, even Marsh figured it out. Mad Dog calls me at least once a week to make sure he doesn’t miss the wedding. Captain Jackson prays for the miracle that you figure it out before she retires so she knows you’ll be taken care of when she’s gone.” Walker chuckled. “We’re all just waiting for you to shit or get off the pot.”

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