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WATCH ME (Dangerously Intertwined #2) by Kimberly Knight
Release Date: August 26th
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Ethan Valor thought he had it all with a career he was meant for, and the perfect family at home. But when his wife unexpectedly filed for divorce, he moved into his sister’s condo. Needing a nightcap after a long day on the police force, Ethan decided to go to the neighborhood bar that, in his family, was known to bring people together. Or, in his case, bring his first love back into his life.
Reagan McCormick moved back to Chicago after twenty-three years. Divorced, and with a daughter in college, it was time for Reagan to focus on what made her happy. Wanting to make new friends and extra cash while in school, Reagan gets a job as a bartender. A blast from the past blows into her bar one night proving that moving back to the Windy City was the right decision to make.
What Ethan and Reagan didn’t expect was how easy it would be to start over together. Or how their career paths would dangerously intertwine …
When a serial killer strikes Murder City, Ethan will stop at nothing to keep Reagan safe. But how safe could they be when someone was always watching?
The game of love always goes on.
And their game was just beginning.
The very first person I gave my heart to was sitting across from me.
The same person who first broke my heart, and the person who still carried a piece of it
after all these years. When I’d thought about seeing Reagan again, I always thought I would turn
the other way. After all, she’d ripped out my heart and never looked back. But when I saw her at
Judy’s, all those thoughts went out the window, and then she was in my condo, drinking my
apple juice as if nothing had ever happened.
I didn’t hate her. It was the complete opposite. I …
I still loved her.
A part of me always had. They say you never forget your first love, and that was
definitely true. Just the thought of Reagan walking out my door and never coming back again
was messing with my head. I needed to prolong the reunion even though it was getting close to
one in the morning, and I had to be at work in less than eight hours. I wasn’t ready to let her
leave my sight.
“I’m sure I can. I know people in this town.” I winked.
“A job at your precinct?” she asked.
“Maybe. I’ll see what I can find out.”
“I just have to get through nine more weeks of school.”
“Maybe I can be your study buddy?” I proposed. “I do know all about crime scenes.”
Reagan smiled. “You’d do that for me?”
I shrugged and picked up my glass of juice before walking to the other side of the island
to sit next to her. “Sure, why not? It’ll be like old times.” I smirked.
She bobbed her head and chuckled slightly. “Old times that used to lead to not studying
or doing homework.”
That was true. After school and before our parents arrived home from work, we’d hang
out and study. We were each other’s firsts—in more than one way.
“You never complained,” I reminded her.
She threw her head back, laughing. “No. No, I didn’t.”
Her laughter made my palms itch to touch her, to pull her into my arms and feel her lips
on mine again as I kissed her. Instead, I said, “So, tell me what Reagan Hunter has been up to the
last twenty-some-odd years.”
She took a deep breath. “Well, I graduated from Stanford, moved to Denver, got married,
had Maddison about a year later, and have just been doing the mother thing since then. She kept
“And now you live here?”
“Yeah. Moved far away from my ex and closer to Maddie.”
“And me,” I stated.
“And you, but I didn’t know you still lived here. What have you been up to?” Reagan
took a sip of her juice.
“As I mentioned earlier, I became a cop, then got married, had my two boys, dedicated
most of my time to the job so I could one day be chief like my father was, got divorced, and then
went to a bar that has a reputation for people finding their soulmates.”
“What?” she asked, dragging out the word and scrunching her eyebrows.
I chuckled. “My sister met her husband at Judy’s.”
I nodded and then took a sip of juice. “About three years ago. Didn’t realize that the one
time I go there, I would run into the only woman I still dream about.”
She didn’t speak.
I didn’t speak.
The clock on the wall ticked …
About the Author:
Kimberly Knight is a USA Today Bestselling author who lives in the mountains near a lake in California with her loving husband, who is a great research assistant. Kimberly writes in a variety of genres including romantic suspense, contemporary romance, erotic romance, and paranormal romance. Her books will make you laugh, cry, swoon, and fall in love before she throws you curve balls you never see coming.
When Kimberly isn’t writing, you can find her watching her favorite reality TV shows, binge-watching true crime documentaries, and going to San Francisco Giants games. She’s also a two-time desmoid tumor/cancer fighter, which has made her stronger and an inspiration to her fans.
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