The Scent of
Humanity
Author: Margay Leah Justice
Publisher: Margay Leah Justice
Pages: 552
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Women’s Fiction
Format: Kindle
Book Description:
Lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice. In
theory. But in one small town, in one family, that theory is put to the test.
Growing up in a rural town in Massachusetts
It is a dilemma shared by NICK FAHEY, the
detective assigned to the case. Arriving on the scene of the abduction attempt,
Nick expects to run a routine investigation. Until he meets the victim, the
niece of a woman he once considered a dear friend. Unfortunately, these days
Silvie Childs can barely stand the sight of him.
Once there was a time when Silvie Childs
worshipped Nick Fahey, believing he could do no wrong. Until the accident that
nearly killed her brother; the accident that Nick reportedly caused. Coming on
the heels of her own near abduction, the accident skewed Silvie’s ability to
trust men – especially Nick. But now, with the attempt on her niece’s safety,
Silvie finds herself in the untenable position of having to trust Nick to bring
the kidnapper to justice.
That trust is severely tested when, after only
two months, the case is closed for lack of new evidence. Feeling betrayed by
the system in which she works as a paralegal and by Nick, Silvie takes matters
into her own hands. Contacting local news stations to generate interest in the
case, allowing herself to be filmed hanging sketches of the suspect on
telephone poles, she will risk her own safety to protect that of her niece.
When her efforts re-open the wounds of her past, she is once again forced to
put her trust in the one man who still has the power to hurt her – Nick
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“What’s this?” he asked, cupping her face in
his hand and running the thumb along the lower edge of her too-full lips. “A
little hint of maturity? Silvie Childs apologizing?”
She nipped his thumb at the jibe, not hard, just enough that he hissed out a
breath in reaction. All hint of humor fled from him. He was intent, serious
now, every nerve in his body on high alert. “Is that how you want to play it?”
he whispered, his voice guttural. “Huh?” He moved a little closer to her,
maneuvering her up against the open door. Slipped his thumb between her lips,
parting them. “You think we’ve danced around this enough for one day, hmm?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” Her lips brushed against his thumb as she spoke,
igniting a spark within him. Interesting.
“Liar,” he said as he dipped his head close enough to replace his thumb with
his lips. But he didn’t. Instead, he skimmed his lips along her cheekbone to
her right ear, flicked his tongue along the rim of the opening. Into her ear,
he whispered, “When you stop lying to yourself, I’ll give you what you want.”
She grabbed the hand he still cupped her face with, the gesture almost – convulsive.
Hmm, what was that about? Her breath in his ear sent a shiver
throughout his body. “And what,” she whispered against his cheek, “do you think
I want?”
He nipped her earlobe, smiled at her shocked gasp. Soothing the nip with a
flick of his tongue, he murmured, “Oh, I don’t know.” Into her ear, “Think about
it.” Sliding his lips along her cheek as he withdrew, he couldn’t resist
allowing the tip of his tongue to flit across her lips in parting. When she
opened her mouth as if in protest, he warned, “Uh-ah, you’ve got to stop lying
to yourself first.”
She slipped her fingers into his hair, grabbing hanks of it to anchor his head
and prevent his retreat. He resisted the urge to smile – and to kiss her when
she made the overture to him. He merely slipped his thumb back over her lips,
using it as a barrier between them. When she cast him a pleading look, he
asked, “Do you still hate me?”
“Yes,” she admitted when he slid his thumb away, releasing her lips from
captivity. “More than ever.”
He smiled and angled his head, as if preparing to kiss her. “Why?” he asked
instead.
“You know why!”
“Mm,” he murmured, accepting that as her answer. “And who do you hate more
right now?” He dipped his head a little closer. “Me, because I won’t do what you
want – or you, because you want it?”
“Me, all me,” she whispered as she swooped in close and took what she wanted
from him. What he allowed her to take from him. Voraciously.
Good
Lord, he thought moments before she pulled away, shock at her own actions
clearly written on her face. Where had she learned to kiss like
that?
“Ah, Silvie,” he said, dragging his thumb over her full lower lip before he
favored her with a lingering, open-mouthed kiss, “I don’t think you hate me as
much as you think you do.” He pulled back before she could
respond – to his words or his kiss – and jogged down the three short steps from
her front porch to the walkway. “Goodnight, Silvie,” he called over a shoulder.
“Lock the door behind me.”
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About the Author
Descended from the same bloodline that
spawned the likes of James Russell, Amy and Robert Lowell, Margay Leah Justice
was fated to be a writer herself from a young age. But even before she knew
that there was a name for what she was doing, she knew one thing: She had a
deep and unconditional love for the written word. A love that would challenge
her in times of need, abandon her in times of distress, and rediscover her in
times of hope. Through her writing, Margay has learned to cope with every curve
ball life has thrown her, including the challenges of single parenting, the
harsh realities of living in a shelter, coping with the diagnosis of Multiple
Sclerosis, and the roller coaster ride of dealing with a child who suffers from
bipolar disorder. But along the way she has rediscovered the amazing power of
words.
Margay currently lives in Massachusetts
For More Information
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Justice’s blog.
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