More Trouble in Twin Rivers

As I wrapped up the final version of A Good Kind of Trouble, I realized that I wasn’t remotely done. There were too many interesting characters hanging around Twin Rivers to leave that world alone. I started planning a series to explore those characters’ lives.

Ben and Lindsey, the main characters of A Good Kind of Trouble, were a lot of fun to get to know, but so were some of the minor characters in the book. Especially Fiona Larkin, Ben’s new co-worker at the Fields Law Group. She’s a lawyer, and a single mother who lost her husband last year.

And there was also an FBI agent who makes an appearance in A Good Kind of Trouble, Matt Pritchard. I didn’t know much about him, but as soon as I started writing the opening scene of their story, everything fell into place. Soon there was a murder at an exclusive resort that was hosting a seminar on international law, missing evidence, and a whole lot of chemistry between Fiona and Matt.

What is their story about? I’m glad you asked:

Fiona Larkin is a criminal defense attorney and a single mom. She doesn’t have time to deal with an inconvenient FBI agent who keeps popping up in her life—even if Special Agent Matt Pritchard is easy on the eyes. She really doesn’t have time for the dead body that she just tripped over, either. Matt Pritchard needs Fiona to cooperate with him, even if they are usually on opposite sides of the courtroom. She may be the key to unraveling how an undercover informant was killed—or she may be the murderer’s next target.

And here’s a snippet from book two of the Trouble in Twin Rivers series, which will be out next summer.

 

Fiona turned back to the empty glass in her trembling hand. She should have ordered a double.

“Get you another drink?”

She looked up to see Matt Pritchard behind the bar. He was back to his federal agent look—all business and tense. In the five years she’d known him, his expression hadn’t varied. If he would just relax, he’d be really handsome. But every time Fiona saw him it seemed like he was either angry or anxiously waiting for someone to piss him off.

“I think it’s past last call,” she said.

He put two glasses on the counter. “What are you drinking?”

“Well, if you’re buying, I’ll have the Laphroaig.”

Matt smiled, the expression softening his rugged features. She’d been right—he was handsome when he wasn’t scowling at her and her clients. Matt reached for the bottle.

“On the rocks?”

“No, straight up. Make it a double.”

He poured two neat scotches and pushed one toward her. She took a sip and closed her eyes, savoring the liquor’s warmth and smoky goodness. When she opened her eyes, Matt was staring, his glass paused halfway between his mouth and the bar. He quickly took a drink.

“Yep, that’s good scotch,” he said. “Sorry you got dragged into this.”

Fiona shrugged. “It’s not your fault.”

“Yeah, well, I’m sure you and the professor had plans that didn’t include this.”

She looked away and sipped her scotch again. She didn’t want to talk to Matt about her personal life, or her pathetic lack of one. There was enough speculation about that in Twin Rivers’ small legal community. No need to add fuel to that fire.

“Did you get a chance to talk to everyone at the conference?”

Matt nodded. “For the most part. A few had already left, but we sent some local officers to track them down.”

“I’m surprised that they all spoke to you.”

“Why?” He sounded so defensive that it made Fiona laugh.

“Because they’re all criminal law experts. They know how to invoke their rights,” she said.

“Well, a few of them did that. But they’re not all lawyers. Like, her, for instance.”

Matt nodded toward the doorway, where three young male agents were interviewing a woman with long platinum blond hair.

“You mean the woman in the spray-on silver dress with the world’s most preposterous set of fake knockers?” Fiona asked.

Matt grinned at her, cocked an eyebrow and took a sip of his drink.

“Yeah, she’s a professor of criminal law at the University of Johannesburg,” Fiona said.

Matt choked and his smile disappeared. “Really?”

“God, no. She’s a hooker.”

He laughed and Fiona smiled, ridiculously pleased with herself for wringing that laugh from him. He raised his glass toward her and she felt a jolt as their gaze met over the rim of the scotch. His eyes were warm, and rather than the intense stare she was accustomed to, this was a lingering and curious look.

 

Look for Matt and Fiona’s story in Summer 2016. In the meantime, sign up for my newsletter to be the first to learn about release dates, sales, cover reveals, and more!

(Originally published at Queen of All She Reads)

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