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Teaser Tuesday & Giveaway: THE CAPTURE by Adrienne Giordano

** Winner Update – Congratulations to girlfromwva for winning a copy of The Capture! **

Another Teaser Tuesday! Yay! Today I am excited to bring you one of my favorite excepts and giveaway from The Capture by Adrienne Giordano. This is the third and final book in her Justifiable Cause series and the best one yet! I loved this book! We get to see more romance happen between Gabe and Jo in this book while maintaining the suspense aspect and overall plot of the series. So, check out the excerpt below and enter for a chance to win a copy!

About the Book

 

94Title: The Capture (Justifiable Cause, #3)

Author: Adrienne Giordano

Release Date: February 17, 2015

Category: Romantic Suspense

Book Summary:

Sun, fun, and Jo Pomeroy, the sexiest, most-driven attorney around, await NYPD Sergeant Gabe Townsend in Los Angeles. A trip to the West Coast is the perfect vacation – he won’t have to hide his relationship with Jo from the NY anti-counterfeiting task force, and he can finally enjoy some overdue time-off with the woman of his dreams.

Jo makes undercover deals for fake merchandise, but her feelings for Gabe are all too real. Unfortunately, she isn’t the one on vacation, and while she can’t wait to get her heartthrob alone, she also can’t say no when the mayor of L.A. asks for her help in ridding the city of illegal knockoffs.

Being too dedicated for her own good backfires when Jo ends up on a killer’s hit list. Gabe wants Jo to back down; she’s not about to. As the danger escalates, so do their feelings for each other. All Jo’s ever wanted is to expand her task force nationwide. Now, with her life on the line, Jo must decide if heading the taskforce is worth sacrificing it all, including a future with the man she loves.

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Excerpt

Excerpt from The Capture

Jo scrolled to Wes Palermo’s name, tapped the little green phone icon and placed the call on speaker. With her shattered nerves, having Gabe listen in would only help in case she missed something. She glanced to where he stood, feet spread wide, arms loose at his sides, so in control and commanding that she said a silent thanks for every blessing that had this man in front of her. If this had happened yesterday, she’d have been alone. Don’t think about it.

She waggled the phone. “I want you to hear in case I miss something.”

“Good idea.” He sat next to her on the bed and dropped a kiss on her head. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. Could be it wasn’t the guy you saw.”

Wes’s ringing phone blared from the speaker. “You think someone else walked into that store within five minutes of me leaving and committed two murders?”

He shrugged. “Hey, I’m trying.”

“I know.” She kissed him quick. “And thank you.”

On the third ring, one away from voicemail, Wes picked up. “Hey, Counselor.”

Next to her, Gabe’s shoulders flew back. Oh, she knew what this was. From the moment they’d met, she and Gabe had a sarcastic way of communicating. When it came to humor, they shared the same wit and in those early days thrived on one-upping each other. In an attempt to rattle her, Gabe would call her counselor. She retaliated by calling him sergeant and the whole thing became a game. Now, it was part of their love language and often, when in bed, the dirty talk included use of counselor and sergeant. A playful reminder of how far they’d come.

At least until her beloved heard Wes Palermo use her moniker. Suddenly, Gabe was all tense and his stony face had the look of a man bent on war. Being the most self-confident, commanding man she knew definitely had its limits. But, really? Now he decides to get jealous?

She squeezed his thigh, then gave it a please-don’t-do-this-to-me pat. “Hi,” she said into the phone.

“I thought you had a friend coming in,” Wes said.

A friend. Great. Gabe would love being referred to as her friend. In the last ten minutes, her terrific day had not just disintegrated, it had been blown out of the atmosphere. Pow. Gone.

As expected, Gabe shot off the bed, prowled to an open spot on the wall, leaned against it and folded his arms. The go-to stance when he didn’t like the way a conversation progressed. She didn’t necessarily blame him. If the roles had been reversed and she’d heard him refer to her as a “friend” when talking to another woman, one who Jo might feel the teensiest bit professionally competitive with, it probably wouldn’t sit well.

But telling Wes she had a friend coming in seemed the only way to go. Back in New York, she and Gabe kept their relationship quiet. No use in flaunting it when they were both part of a task force that could make—or break—their careers. Chances were, if news of their relationship spread, the mayor would make one of them leave the task force. And neither of them wanted that. So, yes, in order to preserve their privacy, she’d told Wes she had a friend coming in.

And Gabe obviously didn’t like that.

“I did. Do. Whatever. He’s here.”

There. She’d said it. Put it right out there. Sort of. She locked eyes with Gabe, forcing him to acknowledge she’d made it clear her friend was male.

“Then why are you calling me? It’s Friday night. Take a night off, Counselor.”

And, again with the counselor nonsense. Why didn’t Wes just shoot a flaming arrow at her? Gabe propped a foot against the wall and tapped his fingers against his extremely large biceps. This just kept getting better.

“I think I have a situation,” she said to Wes. “I may need your help.”

“Sure. What is it?”

“I’d rather not talk on the phone. Can we meet somewhere? I know it’s Friday night and you’re probably headed home, but it’s important. I wouldn’t ask—”

“Jo, it’s okay. I’m still packing up at work anyway. Are you at your hotel? I could swing by.”

Gabe switched feet on the wall, and if Jo wasn’t in the midst of a full-blown crisis, she’d have laughed. The sex god of the century had finally revealed a weakness. Gabe hated weakness. His job pretty much dictated that weakness was a flaw. The man was always so confident and powerful she’d begun to wonder if he actually had any insecurities. In everything he undertook, even when she had a bomb strapped to her, he had never faltered.

Until now.

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About the Author

Adrienne photoUSA Today bestselling author Adrienne Giordano writes romantic suspense and mystery.  She is a Jersey girl at heart, but now lives in the Midwest with her workaholic husband, sports obsessed son and Buddy the Wheaten Terrorist (Terrier).

She is a co-founder of Romance University blog and Lady Jane’s Salon-Naperville, a reading series dedicated to romantic fiction.

Connect with Adrienne:  Website / Newsletter / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads / Street Team

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Giveaway

Adrienne is giving away a digital copy of The Capture to one lucky winner today! To enter the giveaway, just comment below and tell us about a time you went on vacation only for it to be hijacked due to something uncontrollable (someone got sick, car problems, etc). Giveaway is open until Saturday, February 28, 2015. Winner will be notified by email and announced on the website.

1 comment

  1. girlfromwva

    my parents took us to Canada when i was 12. we were having a fabulous time til our car decided to break down. we were running low on cash, had no credit cards, so we had to sleep in the car. we got car fixed and went home after that.

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