Barbara's Book Blog : THIRD by Robin Covington

THIRD

By Robin Covington

Blurb:

Dr. Carla Androghetti is not interested in compromise.

With a thriving psychiatry practice in Washington, D.C. and a fulfilling position as a sexual third in a threesome with couples at Club D, she's living just the way she wants. When the murder of a famous former bedmate brings a sexy, tempting cop into her life, she indulges in an affair as sizzling as it is dangerous. Finding a man who can love her and accept her kink is a dream she’d given up a long time ago.

Homicide Detective Aiden Cross takes no prisoners.

Usually nothing can distract him from a case, but a sexy shrink with an unusual kink has him losing his laser-focus on the job. He’s been burned before by a cheating ex-wife and he doesn’t share, so why does he keep finding himself in the bed of a woman who breaks all his rules?

Passion will force them to take a risk.

When forbidden desire takes them to the edge of their personal limits, their walls will need to crumble if they have any chance together.

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Excerpt One:

She was one cool customer.

Dr. Carla Abdroghetti sat across the room, surrounded by four homicide detectives, in a chair specifically designed to guarantee that suspects would confess to anything just to get the hell out of it.

Not her.

She was relaxed, loose and her expression was placid. She had not asked for attorney. She didn't even look annoyed. Most of the suspects in this room fluctuated between scared and anxious to angry and belligerant. Some of them even threw up in the nearby trashcan because their nerves got the better of them.

Not her.

Carla . . . Dr. Androghetti looked . . . gorgeous. Sexy. Tempting. Delicious. I couldn't quite name the thing about her that made my heart race and my blood warm under my skin. It wasn't the dark red dress that hugged her curves or the determined shape of her full mouth. It wasn't the way she casually looked at her watch before slicing my boss with a look that would have most men cowering behind something thick and sturdy.

No, it was something about her. Something that didn't come from clothes or an Ivy-League education or a particular background. You were either born with her type of calm, unshakeable charisma or you would never have it. And fuck me, she had it.

And, fuck me, I would not let it cloud my judgment and keep me from finding out if she'd murdered a U.S. Senator. Because right now she was the number one suspect on a short list of one.

Excerpt Two: NSFW

He cursed and spun me around, not letting go of his hold on my wrists. In this position, we were pressed together from chest to thigh and neither one of us struggled to put any distance between us. I looked up at him, my heels closing the gap between us but he was still taller, a towering bulk of muscle and man taking up all the available space.

“So, Senator Marsden wanted to fuck you? He wanted you all to himself?” He examined my face, the wicked grin tugging at his mouth incongruous with the unleashed anger that made his muscles tremor. “I don’t blame him.” He leaned in even closer and this time his words were spoken against my lips, each syllable laced with the sharp tang of forbidden lust. “I knew you were lying to me and I still wanted you.”

“And you don’t want me anymore?’ The words were sliding over my tongue before my brain could censor. Everything in them and the way they slid off my tongue with honeyed seduction was calculated to make something happen here that I didn’t know if either of us ready for.

“I shouldn’t.”

I recalled what he’d said the first time we’d met “Because I’m a dangerous woman.”

“Fuck yeah, you are,” Aiden leaned down closer, his lips brushing over mine before he pulled back slightly. “I’m going to do something really stupid here. Speak now if you don’t want my hands all over you.”

I stared at him, taking a moment to weigh my options but there was really only one choice. I tugged at the cuffs. “Leave these on.”

“Goddam,” he huffed out on the last breath before his mouth covered mine.

Bio:

A USA Today bestseller, Robin Covington loves to explore the theme of fooling around and falling in love in her books. Her stories burn up the sheets. . .one page at a time. When she’s not writing she’s collecting tasty man candy, indulging in a little comic book geek love, hoarding red nail polish and stalking Chris Evans.

A 2016 RITA® Award finalist, Robin’s books have won the National Reader’s Choice and Golden Leaf Awards and finaled in the Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice, and the Book Seller’s Best.

She lives in Maryland with her handsome husband, her two brilliant children (they get it from her, of course!), and her beloved furbabies, Dutch and Dixie Joan Wilder (Yes – THE Joan Wilder)

Drop her a line at robin@robincovingtonromance.com - she always writes back.