Intimate Secret
by D.C. Stone
(Empire Blue, #6)
Publication date: April 17th 2025
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense
A murder was captured on satellite and multiple law enforcement agencies are trying to solve it. One of the detectives on the case, Jake Gonzalez, is led right to the front door of a local author, Francesca Conti. Sparks fly as Jake realizes he’s insanely attracted to his primary suspect, and her father is one of the most ruthless mafia bosses in the city, and someone he’s been investigating for years.
Francesca wants to escape this life her father has set for her and has been putting money away, looking for her opportunity to disappear. And much to her dismay, lately her father has been pushing her toward marrying his right-hand man, someone no woman has ever been able to say no to.
Just when she thinks she’s getting closer to escaping, Detective Gonzalez lands on her doorstep asking alarming questions, and making her heart race unlike ever before.
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There’s only so many times one could say they’d been shot by the woman they loved.
Jake stared at Francesca’s shaking hands wrapped around the butt
of a SIG .229. She held the gun with as much confidence as one would
expect with someone who had little to no experience with such a
weapon. Like a toddler taking their first wobbling, unsteady steps. Or
a young child holding a chicken’s egg for the first time and being told
they could break it if they weren’t careful.
Under the full moon, silver tears trickled down her face. A moderate
wind teased at hair that had escaped the messy bun held low at the back
of her head. Russet tendrils brushed along her neck and cheeks like
phantom fingers. She ignored those things. But he saw it all, as if the
world moved in slow motion, tracking the shifting of her eyes and
hands from one person to another. Saw the way her finger tightened
ever so slightly over the trigger.
The safety was off, so if she applied a touch of pressure to that metal
hook, approximately ten pounds for the first shot to go off, the gun
would fire the bullet waiting within.
“Frankie,” he called in a soothing yet firm voice, using the
nickname he’d started saying a few nights ago. One he’d discovered
she liked when he whispered it in her ear as he sank slowly inside the
heat between her legs. Her attention shifted to him for only a fraction of a second before
she refocused on Dante, her father’s right-hand man. A man many did
not want to fuck with. One who’d killed his fair share of folks both in
and out of the city. A man who was known to be one of the most ruthless
enforcers around. Dante did things in the most violent way to set
examples or make a point. It was the only way he communicated. And
it was the way he got into the position he did, leading one of the most
ruthless organizations in New York City.
And lucky, lucky Jake was currently in a three-way face-off, like
something from the Wild Wild West, with a woman he loved and a man
he’d been hunting for years.
And as if his luck couldn’t get any worse, the two had a serious
history he hadn’t been able to wrap his mind completely around.
He quickly glanced around, wishing for that backup he’d called for
about ten minutes ago to show up. But with how deep they were in
Central Park, that wish would never come to fruition in time. The dull
light coming off the yellow haze of a streetlamp reflected dark shadows
of trees in the standing puddles leftover from the rainstorm earlier. The
only sound outside the passing cars on the streets lining the park and
Frankie’s harsh breathing was that of leaves hitting the ground, the
season of fall in full swing.
“Frankie, listen to me,” he tried again, his chest growing tight with
unease. “Put the gun down. Let’s talk about this.”
“I don’t want to be a woman you love,” she said, lips trembling.
Her arms shook with either fear or adrenaline, both equally dangerous
when holding a weapon.
Jake Gonzalez’s heart clenched at the words, but he pushed them
away. He had to stay focused, had to sort through this mess and prevent
any additional loss of life. As it was, there’d already been too much.
And if she pulled that trigger, there was nothing he could do. He
wouldn’t be able to protect her. As frustrating as it was, he had an oath
to uphold. Even against a woman he loved.
Francesca Conti looked broken, disheveled, and cornered. The first
two had him angry and concerned. The last…frightened.
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About Author D.C. Stone:
D.C. “Desi” Stone is a best-selling romance author and full-time fraud investigator. She lives in the northeast with her incredibly supporting husband, two kids, a cat, and the ever-growing family of dogs.
After serving eight years of service with the United States Air Force, she went on to transition into the world of financial crimes and became a lead investigator for many years.
Reading has always been a passion of hers, getting lost in a good, steamy romance is one of her favorite past times. She soon after discovered her own love for writing and recreating stories and characters in her head. Her writing concentrates on romantic with specifics in paranormal, suspense, and erotica.
Now, when she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, Hudson Valley Romance Writers, New Jersey Romance Writers, RomVets, RWA Kiss of Death, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. She served as the 2014 NJRW Vice President and Conference Chair. Come stop by on Facebook, Twitter, or her website and say hello!
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