By Elizabeth Nelson Editions: ebook, paperback Publisher: Bristlecone Books, June 3, 2012 Genre: Adult Suspense
Katherine (“Kat”) thought she had the perfect marriage to International Lawyer Steven Flynn. Until he tried to kill her.
Katherine was the perfect obedient wife. She would do anything for her husband. That is, until she discovers he’s the ring leader of a human trafficking organization. The action is fast and furious, the dialogue smart and the sex scenes hot. Meet Katherine in Curiosity Killed The Kat as she goes farther and farther down the rabbit hole of political intrigue, sex, and revenge. Will she let herself be saved by love or will curiosity and a thirst for killer justice kill the Kat?
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“The next day was beautiful, bright and sunny with the promise of summer in the air. I greeted it with a new found sense of purpose. Today I was going to do what I could to get to the bottom of this mystery. Last night I had been tired and confused. I’d let Steven distract me from the problem, but I’d hidden my head in the sand for the last time. This wasn’t just a question of me and Steven or my safe and secure lifestyle. There was another person involved, an innocent girl that was desperately afraid of Charlie for some reason. I couldn’t allow myself to take the easy way out and push it aside. I was going to do something about it.
This feeling felt both strange and familiar, like a putting on an old shirt again after not wearing it for awhile. It had been awhile, a long while, since I’d done something I knew Steven wouldn’t like. Pleasing him had started out of a sense of love and desire, but had turned into something more closely resembling a habit. I simply didn’t know how to behave any differently. But his comment last night had piled on top of my boredom and loneliness and ignited a spark of anger in me that hadn’t been there for a long time. The truth was, it felt good.
I took my time showering and dressing in a light blue shirt dress I saved for days when I just wanted to be comfortable. The cotton felt great against my skin and I luxuriated in the feeling for a moment. Looking around the comfortable home Steven and I had built over the last year, I almost changed my mind. Maybe I shouldn’t rock the boat. After all, if Steven were to find out that I was probing further into this he might not like it. He’d never hit me, but he showed his anger in other ways. I didn’t want to be on the receiving end of his temper. Was this worth it?
Just then the phone rang. It was my mother.
“Hello.” I answered.
“Katherine? How are you dear?” She sounded tired and older than I remembered. I hadn’t spoken to my mother in a few weeks and our last conversation had been brief. I had called her to discuss the possibility of bringing her to Boston for a visit.
“I’m fine mother. Is everything okay?”
“Yes, fine. I just wanted to talk to you about the trip.”
“OK. What’s the matter?”
“Nothing Katherine. I’m just a little tired is all and I don’t think I can manage a trip to see you. Would you like to come here instead?”
“I don’t think Steven can take the time off.” The truth was that Steven didn’t like my mother and I knew he would never agree to taking time off from work to visit her.
The feeling was mutual. My mother had never liked Steven. Not that she spent a lot of energy worrying about my relationships, in fact the first time she’d met him had been at our wedding. After spending some time talking with him she’d told me I’d made a mistake. We didn’t talk for a year after that.
“Of course he can’t. That’s fine. I’d rather spend some time with just you anyway.” My mother had gotten much more affectionate as she’d gotten older. They say people mellow with time and that had never been more true when it came to my mother.
“Mom, I’d like to, but you know that Steven needs me here. I take care of him just like he takes care of me, remember.” I knew my voice had an edge to it, but I couldn’t control it. I felt defensive of my relationship. I knew she didn’t like him, and at that moment I wasn’t sure I liked him much either – especially after hearing him tell me he liked me silent and stupid.
“When are you going to start being your own woman? I raised you without a man, without help, and with only myself to rely on. I’m shocked that my daughter would throw away her independence and her intelligence to act as housewife and nursemaid to an unfeeling control freak like Steven.”“
About the Author & Links:
Elizabeth wrote her first romance novel at age fifteen when she discovered writing about boys was way easier than actually talking to them. Since then, her flirting skills and relationship techniques have helped hundreds of others find their mojo. After earning a master’s degree in secondary education from UNC, she worked abroad teaching English, bar-tended at late night clubs in Chicago, and continues various philanthropy projects that focus on empowering women. But she always returned to writing.
Though she’ll forever be a free-spirit at heart, she now lives in Los Angeles with her two dogs. If she’s not working on her latest sexy story, you can find her reading, watching reality television, or indulging in her unhealthy addiction to rock concerts.