Title: A Low Blue Flame
Series: Indigo Knights Book III
Author: A.J. Downey
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 22, 2018
Cover Model: Chase Ketron
Photographer: Golden Czermak
Cover Model: Chase Ketron
Photographer: Golden Czermak
Cover designed by: Dar Albert from Wicked Smart Designs
Lillian Banks’ career took off like a house on fire and she’s on top of the world. Great job that she loves, moved to a great city, into an opulent new condo, in one of the world’s premier smart buildings no less; all she was missing was the kind of romance to set her soul aflame. She thought she’d found it but instead, found herself burned.
Backdraft knows what it’s like to get burned and not just by fire. His ex, Torri, did quite the number on him recently by banging one of his firehouse bros behind his back. He’s sworn off love and dating altogether for the time being and is happier for it. He just wishes he could get the time he wasted with that crazy skank back again.
Out of the ashes, an unlikely friendship is formed. Backdraft and Lilli could find themselves rising if only they can get past their hurts and give things a chance. Of course, lasting happiness is no guarantee, no matter how much they might burn for each other. After all, sometimes what was doesn’t want to let go.
I missed Lil, like a fractured ache in my chest, but that was probably because the revelation that I’d read her book. Goddamn, I’d never been so in tune with another woman in my life. The look on her face. I knew I’d done something unexpectedly profound, but I had never seen someone fall completely in love and had that look trained on me. That was exactly what I’d seen, though, and it affected me like nothing else ever had.
She’d looked at me the way Chrissy looked at Youngblood, the way Aly looked at Yale, and I had craved it like a drowning man craved air. I’d been a little sad to realize I had never seen a look like that on Torrid, but at the same time, I could honestly say, I’d loved her but not in the way I was falling for Lil. This was something so deep, so profound, that if I were drowning? Well, if this was what drowning in another human being was? I’d die a happy man and I hadn’t even gotten to so much as kiss her yet.
I showered and when I got out, I lay on my back on my side of the bed mindlessly channel-surfing in a pair of my boxer-briefs. I had nothing else to do while I waited on Lil to come back to me. I had to say, it was a special kind of torture. I didn’t see or hear a goddamned thing playing out over the hotel’s TV set. All I kept seeing was that look she’d given me; all I could hear was that stunned dream-like quality to her voice. “You read my book?”
Such an innocuous sentence, but one that changed me forever, soul deep. I shut off the TV and sat up when I heard her key card in the lock, leaping to my feet when the door handle depressed. I waited, my heart damn near in my throat, as she rounded the corner and stopped just a few feet from me.
She looked up at me, those storm-swept gray-blue eyes of hers calling me home, like some sort of siren and I slowly closed the gap between us. I cradled her face in my hands and just drank her in by silent sight for several moments. It was the first time that I’d ever been with a woman where literally nothing needed to be said. Instead, I let my body do the talking and my lips do the walking as I lowered my face to hers.
Her breath, sweet with champagne, fanned over my lips as she let out a relieved little gasp and then we were kissing. Slow and sensual, neither one of us wanting to be rushed, her skin smooth as silk under my hands as I smoothed them down her graceful neck and over her shoulders, leaping from her arms to her ribs to caress that hourglass shape through her gown.
She let out a light little sigh of relief and I let my hands sweep to her back to find the hidden zipper there, lowering it, even as her hands fluttered lightly onto my heated skin, slightly cool to the touch and setting me further aflame from it.
Chrissy Franco has every reason to take one hell of a victory lap around the courtroom. She’s just defended her client to the best of her ability and what’s more? Her client was actually innocent. Oh, she’d killed her husband, baseball legend Skip Maguire, alright; but he’d been about to hit a homerun with Miranda’s head.
His rabid fan base doesn’t agree with the verdict, and they’ve set their sights on Chrissy as the one to blame. One of them is about to set into motion a dangerous game when he publishes poor Chrissy’s address online…
Enter Tony McCormick, a detective with the right kind of attitude and Chrissy’s sort of ex-boyfriend. When he’s called to Chrissy’s apartment, he’s prepared for the worst. He’s a homicide detective after all. When he arrives, it seems that someone might have forgotten to check to see if Chrissy was still alive… now it’s everything he can do to find the man who did this and the other behind it all before it’s really too late.
Assistant District Attorney Damien Parnell leads a double life above and beyond his membership with the Indigo Knights. Driven by dark desires considered shameful by most, he covets the one thing he can’t allow himself to have – a real relationship.
Enter Ally Blaylock, an innocent by Yale’s standards. She’s the sweet and beautiful girl who makes his coffee at the café across the street from his office. She’s done her best to flirt off and on with the high powered attorney and he can’t help but be drawn to her whimsical charm.
When Ally finds her world tipped on its axis, Yale goes against his better judgment and offers her some unlikely help. He knows better than most that the road to hell is paved with good intentions, but in this particular case, could it be the opposite? Could Allison Blaylock be the start down the road to his salvation?
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