You Can’t Always Trust the Ones You Love. . . Legends of Havenport Featuring USA Today Bestseller @R
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    • Oct 18, 2018
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You Can’t Always Trust the Ones You Love. . . Legends of Havenport Featuring USA Today Bestseller @R


Title

Legends of Havenport

Authors

Emma Kaye

Lita Harris

Nicole S. Patrick

Ruth A. Casie

Genre

Contemporary Romances, Military, Mystery, Paranormal

Publisher

Timeless Scribes Publishing

Echoes of Betrayal by Ruth A. Casie Blurb

You can’t always trust the ones you love.

Ryan Livingston thinks she has the perfect career as an attorney and campaign manager for her brother, Peter Livingston, the up-and-coming Senate candidate. But when an ex-con is murdered and gives a deathbed accounting of secret incriminating evidence, she teams up with longtime boyfriend Police Chief Jim Kanter, determined to find the documents and the truth behind them.

Jim Kanter has a good life. He’s respected for his unwavering integrity and fierce devotion to his job. Ex-military, he’s haunted by his failure to save his team from an Iraqi sniper.

Their investigation leads them to a well-entrenched drug ring, forgers, blackmailers, and a bombshell, a betrayer targeting them both. In this game of betrayer and betrayed, Ryan is the killers’ next target. But Jim is determined to not let any of that happen.

Excerpt

“I didn’t know Livingston and Livingston represented traffic violators,” Brian said as he stood with Jim in the back of the courtroom. Jim scanned the defendant’s table.

“I thought the law firm was more high profile,” Jim said. “You go on to the office. This should be quick. State the facts and leave. I want to be on the road to Providence as soon as possible.”

“Thanks for your support, but there’s no need for you to come to the police academy. This is not the first time I’m teaching the class. I can handle it,” Brian said.

“I’m well aware you can handle the class. If I thought otherwise, I wouldn’t have recommended you as an instructor. You better leave. I’ll meet you there later.”

As he hurried past the defense table, he sent some papers onto the floor. He and the attorney reached for them at the same time. When he looked up, papers in hand, he stared into the most compelling ice-blue eyes he had ever seen, serious and playful at the same time. He recognized intelligence mixed with understanding and a softness that took his breath away. Short and cropped almost boyish platinum-blonde hair framed her oval face. He wondered how it would feel in his hand, and how she would look with long hair, way past her shoulders.

“Are you going to give those to me? I promise I’m not hiding anything.” Her lips curved into a smile that went all the way to her eyes, which warmed into a more fantastic blue, if that was possible.

All thoughts of meeting Brian in Providence faded.

He smirked at her playful tone and handed her the papers.

She stood next to him, her expression all business. “Chief Kanter, would you consider a bargain? My client has a clean record. A young boy with his first car got carried away on the very tempting straight road right after that awful curve.”

“The speed limit on that part of the road is forty miles an hour. I clocked him going thirty-five miles over the speed limit. That section of road is deadly at the marked speed. I’m sure Mayor Henry would rather I speak to him about a traffic ticket than about a funeral. Listen, I’m not here to scar the kid for life, just protect him from himself, if necessary.”

“Would you recommend community service?” The attorney’s blue eyes held him captive. He had a reputation of recommending work in lieu of a hefty fine. It pleased him she asked rather than expected him to be in favor of fifteen to twenty hours of service. He liked her more by the minute.

“All rise,” the bailiff said. Jim went to the prosecutor’s table as the court was called to order.

“Will the attorneys please approach the bench,” the judge said.

Jim admired the confidence in the defense attorney’s stride and took her in from his place at the prosecutor’s table. She wore a dark navy suit and crisp white blouse with a red print scarf. He noticed her reasonable high heels. It wasn’t just one thing about her he found attractive, it was the whole package. This woman was sexy as hell.

At the end of the day, the boy paid his adjusted lower fine and was assigned to work fifteen hours at the animal shelter. He took the defense attorney to dinner. It didn’t take long before he was head over heels in love with her.

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Author Biography

RUTH A. CASIE is a USA Today bestselling author of historical swashbuckling action-adventures and contemporary romance with enough action to keep you turning pages. Her stories feature strong women and the men who deserve them, endearing flaws and all. She lives in New Jersey with her hero, three empty bedrooms and a growing number of incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before she found her voice, she was a speech therapist (pun intended), client liaison for a corrugated manufacturer, and vice president at an international bank where she was a product/ marketing manager, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now—writing romance. She hopes her stories become your favorite adventures. For more information, please visit RuthACasie.com or visit her on Facebook, @RuthACasie, Twitter, @RuthACasie, or Pinterest RuthACasie.

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