I’d like to thank Contemporary Romance Café for having me! My name is Stacy-Deanne (Dee-Anne) and I write interracial romantic suspense.
I would like to share a bit about my two April releases, The Devil Has Many Faces is book one in my new interracial romantic suspense series released April 4th from Amira Press!
Disturbed is the third installment in the Bruised interracial romantic suspense series from Sugar and Spice Press released April 12th.
While investigating the murder of Brett Myers, homicide detective Alexis Adams and her partner Penelope find a possible connection between Myers’ murder and Grant Copeland, the most powerful man in Tate Valley, California. Alexis has recently moved back to her hometown with one mission in mind: to destroy Grant whom she blames for ruining her mother’s life and recently killing her father.
Hungry for revenge, Alexis jumps at the chance to nail Grant for Brett’s murder. She’s sidetracked when the case leads her to Kevin Reed, a handsome executive who works for Grant’s company. Kevin and Alexis clash when they first meet but it does not take long for them to realize they are incredibly attracted to each other. Unfortunately, Alexis doesn’t trust Kevin and is determined to keep her mind off him and on the case, but the more she pushes Kevin away, the closer they get.
Alexis becomes torn between finding out what happened to Brett, her obsession with getting Grant, and her attraction for a man who seems as deceitful as he is irresistible.
Alexis walked barefoot across the soggy sand. A gull landed on the beach, picked at whatever it could find, then flew away. She usually had the beach to herself at night, but a couple was enjoying a picnic down the way.
A small wave rushed into shore.
“Ah.” Alexis shook water from the end of her white summer dress. She skipped over to the big rock she always sat on. She used the end of her dress to clean wet sand from between her toes.
The couple abandoned their romantic picnic and love-wrestled in the sand.
It had been a long time since Alexis love-wrestled with anyone let alone a man she really cared for.
She leaned back and rested on the rock.
The man pinned the woman down and kissed her.
Alexis closed her eyes, doing her best to remember how good it felt not to be just touched but to be wanted.
An image of Kevin almost taking her in his office earlier popped into her head for the millionth time that day. She’d barely gotten any work done at the station while thinking about what could’ve happened.
What was worse? That things almost went too far or didn’t go far enough?
She wiggled her toes.
He was persistent. He wasn’t easy to drive away like some men. In Los Angeles, she couldn’t go anywhere without being hit on and usually one look of her stink-eye let them know never to bother her again. But Kevin kept coming back for punishment. No matter how cold she acted, how rude she behaved, or how loud she yelled, he kept coming back.
She licked her lips.
And she liked that he kept coming back.
“Hey.” Kevin walked from behind the rock in snug jeans and a white shirt that hugged his pronounced pecks.
“Kevin?” Her long hair blew across her face. “What are you doing here?”
“You stood me up.” He stood in front of her. “You were supposed to make me dinner an hour ago.”
“Damn.” She checked her watch. “I came out here for a quick stroll and I guess the time got away. I’m sorry.” She jumped off the rock. “We can go now—”
“No, it’s okay.” He touched her arm. “I’d like to stay out here for a while. It’s so beautiful tonight.”
She scooted back on the rock.
“Let me guess,” he said. “You got a lot on your mind?”
“No.” She brushed a gnat off her dress. “I just like being out here.”
“So you didn’t have anything you needed to think about?” He rocked his head. “Like maybe what happened between us earlier? I know it’s all I’ve been thinking about.”
“That was a mistake.” The end of her dress blew against her toes. “I shouldn’t have let things go that far.”
“Things didn’t go far enough if you ask me.”
“You know we had no business acting that way.” She held her dress down when the wind swept through. “Especially not in your office. I don’t do stuff like that.”
“I don’t usually throw women on my desk and start to disrobe them either but that’s what happened.”
Baltimore Detective Lisa Swanson is stunned when Detective Winston Lewis informs her that Devon Barnes, a young man stabbed to death in a park, had her name and number in his phone. Lisa insists she never met or heard of Devon and has no idea why he would have her information.
As Winston investigates, he has an eerie feeling that Lisa’s information being in Devon’s phone connects to his murder as well as a belief that Lisa might be hiding something. Lisa remains adamant that she does not know Barnes, but when her fingerprints show up on the knife used in Devon’s murder, Winston finds himself choosing between his feelings for her and doing his duty as a police officer. Pushed into a corner, Winston arrests Lisa for Devon’s murder.
After Lisa makes bail, she teams up with Winston to find out how and why the evidence points to her as Devon’s killer. The investigation leads to Lisa questioning someone from her past who not only could have the answers to her questions, but could also be the reason for her recent nightmare.
“Are you moving in with Jake?”
She stopped. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” He turned around. “Are you moving in with Jake or not?”
“And didn’t I tell you that’s none of your business?”
“Well I think differently.” His eyes penetrated her. “Are you or are you not moving in with Jake?”
“And why is that so important to you?”
“You know why.” He grabbed her. “God, Lisa, how long do we have to keep pretending?”
“Let go of me.” She jerked back but couldn’t shake his grip. “Let…go.”
He did. “You know that moving in with Jake would be a big mistake. That’s why you wanted to think about it. Say I’m wrong. Say you aren’t having reservations about Jake. That’s because you don’t love him.”
“Oh, so you’re in my head now?” She sighed. “I’m sick and tired of going through this with you every day. I’m with Jake, and you’re going to have to get over it!”
“I’ll never get over it because you don’t belong with him!”
“This is crazy.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “What do I have to do to get through to you?”
“Convince me that you don’t have feelings for me.” He grabbed her by the arms. “But I know you do. I feel it every time we’re in a room together.”
“Jake knows it too. I saw how he looked at us at Salinger’s party. Hell, everyone there could feel the heat between us.” He let her go.
“Look, I love Jake and he needs me.”
“And I don’t?”
She stared at him. “What?”
He lowered his voice. “I need you too.”
“I’m tired of this, Winston. I can’t go through this every damn day.”
“If you’d stop pretend—”
“No, you need to stop ignoring what I tell you and listen to me.” She pointed at him. “Now this is it! There is never going to be anything between us, Winston.”
“You can’t keep denying—”
“Ah!” She gripped her head. “I can’t deal with this shit anymore! I can’t breathe so please…please stop this!”
“I can’t.” He pulled her close. “My heart won’t let me.”
“God, Winston.” She laid her hand on his chest. “You don’t need to chase me. You’re a man any woman would want, and you deserve a woman who wants you.”
He laid his finger on her lips. “You want me, and we both know it. What about when we kissed in the rain?”
She dropped her head and sighed.
“You wanted me then just like you want me now.”
“You don’t belong with Jake.” He moved his mouth toward hers. “You belong with me.”
He kissed her.
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Stacy-Deanne (Dee-Anne) is a published novelist of interracial romantic suspense and mystery novels. She started writing professionally in 1997 when she was nineteen years old. Stacy grew up loving the suspense genre. Her idols are Edgar Allan Poe and Alfred Hitchcock. Her love for Psycho and many of his movies fueled her fire for suspense.
She was born, raised, and resides in Houston, Texas.
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