"Spicy sexual tension and a storyline that grabs from page one and never gives up."
Reviewed by Sabrina Marino
Posted February 13, 2010
Romance Suspense | Contemporary
Cameron Lynde has the unfortunate luck to stay in a hotel
where a murder is committed next door and more unlucky to
see the back of the killer through the peep hole as he
leaves the room. Cameron, an Assistant U.S. Attorney in
Chicago, is not allowed to leave until the FBI agent in
charge interviews her.
After waiting several hours, Cameron is ready to leave the
hotel, no matter who wants to talk to her. Finally, of all
people to be in charge of the investigation, Special Agent
Jack Pallas walks into the room. Jack and Cameron worked on
a case three years before that went sour and Jack said
something on national television that embarrassed Cameron.
This behavior resulted in Jack being sent to Nebraska for
three years. Now he is back.
The murder is a high-profile case and Jack must work with
Cameron. Yes, he is still angry with her, but he is just as
much attracted to Cameron. Three years hasn't been long
enough to get her out of his head. They try to keep a lid
on the fact that Cameron saw the killer, but the killer has
connections and before they know it, attempts on her life
start to escalate. Jack puts cops on surveillance and
protection duty, but the only one he can really count on to
keep Cameron safe is himself. With a rookie partner who
sees right through all of Jack's flimsy excuses and denials
of attraction, to Cameron who has to admit she still wants
Jack with a passion, some spicy sexual tension promises to
entertain.
SOMETHING ABOUT YOU was a one-sitting read for me. I got
into the story on the first page and loved the characters
and their spicy digs at each other and soon realized I had
reached the last page. There's definitely something about
Julie James and her penchant for putting a smile on
the reader's face and a tickle in the middle. You may even
sigh a little over her hunky heroes. I think you will
definitely enjoy this one.
SUMMARY
FATE HAS THROWN TWO SWORN ENEMIES... Of all the hotel rooms rented by all the adulterous
politicians in Chicago, female Assistant U.S. Attorney
Cameron Lynde had to choose the one next to 1308, where
some hot-and-heavy lovemaking ends in bloodshed. And of all
the FBI agents in Illinois, it had to be Special Agent Jack
Pallas who gets assigned to this high-profile homicide. The
same Jack Pallas who still blames Cameron for a botched
crackdown three years ago and nearly ruining his career... ...INTO EACH OTHER'S ARMS Work with Cameron Lynde? Are they kidding? Maybe, Jack
thinks, this is some kind of welcome-back prank after his
stint away from Chicago. But it's no joke: the pair is
going to have to put their rocky past behind them and focus
on the case at hand. That is, if they can cut back on the
razor-sharp jibes and smother the flame of their sizzling-
hot sexual tension...
Excerpt“This is getting ridiculous. I have rights, you know.”Cameron faced off against the cop guarding the door to her
hotel room, determined to get some answers. The young police officer nodded sympathetically. “I know,
ma’am, and I do apologize, but I’m just following orders.” Maybe it was her frustration at being cooped up in her
hotel room for what was now going on five—yes, five—hours,
but Cameron was going to strangle the kid if he ma’am-ed
her one more time. She was thirty-two years old, not sixty.
Although she’d probably given up the right to be
called “Miss” somewhere around the time she had started
thinking of twenty-two-year-old man-boy police officers as
kids. Deciding that throttling a cop was probably not the best
way to go when presumably dozens more stood right outside
her door (she couldn’t say for sure; she hadn’t been
permitted to even look out into the hallway, let alone step
a toe out there), Cameron tried another tactic. The man-boy
clearly responded to authority, maybe she could use that to
her advantage. “Look, I probably should’ve mentioned this earlier, but I’m
an assistant U.S. attorney. I work out of the Chicago
office—” “If you live in Chicago, what are you doing spending the
night in a hotel?” Officer Man-Boy interrupted. “I’m redoing my hardwood floors. The point is—” “Really?” He seemed very interested in this. “Because I’ve
been trying to find somebody to update my bathroom. The
people who owned the place before me put in this crazy
black and white marble and gold fixtures and the place
looks like something out of the Playboy Mansion. Mind if I
ask how you found a contractor to take on a job that small?” Cameron cocked her head. “Are you trying to sidetrack me
with these questions, or do you just have some weird
fascination with home improvement?” “Possibly the former. I was under the distinct impression
that you were about to become difficult.” Cameron had to hide her smile. Officer Man-Boy may not have
been as green as she’d thought. “Here’s the thing,” she told him, “you can’t keep me here
against my will, especially since I’ve already given my
statement to Detective Slonsky. You know that, and more
important, I know that. There’s clearly something unusual
going on with this investigation, and while I’m willing to
cooperate and give you guys a little leeway as a
professional courtesy, I’m going to need some answers if
you expect me to keep waiting here. And if you’re not the
person who can give me those answers, that’s fine, but then
I’d like it if you could go get Slonsky or whoever it is
that I should be talking to.” Officer Man-Boy was not unsympathetic. “Look—I know you’ve
been stuck in this room for a long time, but the FBI guys
said that they’re gonna talk to you as soon as they finish
next door.” “So it’s the FBI who’s running this, then?” “I probably wasn’t supposed to say that.” “Why do they have jurisdiction?” Cameron pressed. “This is
a homicide case, right?” Officer Man-Boy didn’t fall for the bait a second
time. “I’m sorry, Ms. Lynde, but my hands are tied. The
agent in charge of the investigation specifically said I’m
not allowed to talk to you about this.” “Then I think I should speak to the agent in charge. Who is
it?” As a prosecutor for the Northern District of Illinois,
she had worked with many of the FBI agents in Chicago. “Some special agent—I didn’t catch his name,” Officer Man-
Boy said. “Although I think he might know you. When he told
me to guard this room, he said he felt bad for sticking me
with you for this long.” Cameron tried not to show any reaction, but that stung.
True, she wasn’t exactly buddy-buddy with a lot of the FBI
agents she worked with—many of them still blamed her for
that incident three years ago—but with the exception of one
particular agent who, fortunately, was miles away in Nevada
or Nebraska or something, she hadn’t thought that anyone in
the FBI disliked her enough to openly bad-mouth her. Officer Man-Boy looked apologetic. “For what it’s worth, I
don’t think you’re so bad.” “Thanks. And did this unknown special agent who allegedly
thinks he knows me have anything else to say?” “Only that I should go get him if you start acting fussy.”
He looked her over. “You’re going to start acting fussy
now, aren’t you?” Cameron folded her arms across her chest. “Yes, I think I
am.” And it wouldn’t be an act. “You go find this agent,
whoever he is, and tell him that that the fussy woman in
room 1307 is through being jerked around. And tell him that
I would appreciate it very much if he could wrap up his
little power trip and condescend to speak to me himself.
Because I would like to know how long he expects me to sit
here and wait.” “For as long as I ask you to, Ms. Lynde.” The voice came from the doorway. Cameron had her back to the door, but she would’ve
recognized that voice anywhere—low and as smooth as velvet. It couldn’t be. She turned around and took in the man standing across the
room from her. He looked exactly the same as he did the
last time she’d seen him three years ago: tall, dark, and
scowling. She didn’t bother to mask the animosity in her
voice. “Agent Pallas . . . I didn’t realize you were back
in town. How was Nevada?” “Nebraska.” From his icy look, Cameron knew that her day, which had
already been off to a most inauspicious start, had just
gotten about fifty times worse.
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Comments
1 comment posted.
Re: Spicy sexual tension and a storyline that grabs from page one and never gives up.
I am always looking for new authors to read.
(Marie Manolio 3:25pm March 16, 2010)
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