This romantic suspense will take you a roller coaster ride you won't soon forget.
Barnes & Noble.com
Toni Noel, Author
Zoe Westmore fell in love in high school, then something happened and the love of her life abandoned her. Now she's returned to San Diego to house sit and that love, now a deputy sheriff, is back in her life to stay. Can Jon Sutherland keep Zoe safe long enough to stand up to her father this time around? Two very big if's. The bad guys threatening Zoe's well being will stop at nothing to get what they want. Who do you think will win, the Law Breakers or the Love Makers?
Zoe Westmore glanced around the living room of her parents' new home. She'd have no problem obeying the first of her mother's house sitting rules. No sex in the living room.
Not in this sterile expanse of white on white.
Even if her mother hadn't put her foot down, Zoe had no plans for sex in the immediate future. Not while her parents were in Europe and she was responsible for the care of their exquisitely appointed home.
Since she'd moved to LA, her parents seemed determined to think the worst of her. Zoe knew better. In all of her twenty eight years, she could count on one finger the number of times she'd been with a man, the one college decision she still regretted.
She'd only returned to San Diego because of her parents' emergency. Their regular house sitter broke her leg and would be off her feet for several weeks. "Could you possibly help us out?" Mom had asked when she called.
Already thinking about moving back to San Diego and weighing the possibility of resigning her now dull position with a small public relations firm, Zoe had jumped at the chance. On the flight down, she'd even started a list of ways she might earn her father's respect. It pleased Zoe that she'd agreed to house sit without any hesitation. Perhaps her quick acceptance had already scored some points with Dad.
"Just turn a light on at night so it looks like someone is home," her father had said. "Use this code to deactivate the security alarm before you enter the house." He'd then forced a folded paper into her hand.
Down the hall the phone began to ring. Let the answering machine get it. No one knew to call her here.
Zoe turned toward the large panel of blinking lights beside the front door. All right, time to learn to disarm Dad's alarm.
She pulled her father's instruction from her jeans pocket. Just like the retired Superior Court judge -- always thinking every one needed constant instructions, and always judgmental.
At least he'd made this list as simple as possible.
Still thought of her as a little girl, she saw. Some things never changed.
Use the remote clipped to the Volvo's sun visor to open the garage door.
Now, drive in. Always enter the house through the garage.
Oops. First mistake. She'd parked in the driveway and come in through the front door.
May as well read the rest of his instructions and hope she hadn't made another wrong move.
Disarming the panel at the front entrance takes too long. If you're slow, it activates a silent alarm.
Zoe risked another glance at the now fully lit panel near the entrance.
Busted. Two mistakes already and all she'd done was walk right by the panel and out onto the deck, too awed by the idea of lolling beside her parents' pool for a whole month to note those flashing lights.
Last night, she'd dreamed her father hugged her when they returned from their trip. That wouldn't happen. Not now.
Perhaps all is not lost.
She marched over to the panel, undaunted but the array of flashing lights and held up her father's instructions.
Eight, four, three, seven turns off the motion sensors.
Seven, three, four, eight sets them.
Leave it to Dad. Always thorough.
"Eight, four, three, seven turns the motion sensors off," she repeated, her index finger poised to poke the eight.
"Hold it right there," a deep voice boomed from the doorway.
Zoe stilled at the sight of a George Clooney look-alike in a sharply-creased khaki uniform standing in her parents' doorway.
"Don't move. You're under arrest."
I really am busted.