Meet Anita Devito
Anita’s rapid paced storytelling style pulls readers into a parallel universe where mystery, mayhem, murder are the order of the day. Her stories are an addictive diversion, trading the heavy, gray world of real life for a fantastically colorful world where bad is good, and cool is smoking hot.
Raised on America’s Rock Coast in Cleveland, Ohio, Anita was born while the river burned. Music, food and family shaped Anita’s life and provide much of the fodder for her stories. Her love of mysteries and puzzle solving came from her Grandpa John, who introduced Anita to her first detective hero – Nero Wolfe. Food was as central a character in Anita’s life as it was in Nero’s, where Sunday dinner at Nonna’s table was a command performance.
Anita has been writing scorching mysteries and suspense since 2006 with stories ranging on the heat index from a “nice spicy little pepper” to “pass a mop for my forehead, please.” Check out tastes of Anita’s stories and like her on Facebook. Anita is a member of Sisters in Crime and Mystery Writers of America.
Synopsis
Private security entrepreneur Jeb McCormick is in over his head with his latest client. Not only is the painfully shy woman he’s meant to be protecting a total knock-out, she’s also his former Army buddy’s sister. Helping her find the reason why anyone would ransack her house is demanding enough, but keeping his hands off her is proving to be the real challenge.
Carolina Walker wants a quiet life, thank you very much. She left intrigue and deception behind in Washington D.C., never expecting it to follow her home to Bowling Green, Kentucky. When events happen that can’t be explained away, help arrives in the form of the very attractive and muscular Jebediah McCormick. But as the tension escalates between Jeb and Carolina, so does the danger facing them…
Each book in the Lost series is a standalone, full-length story that can be enjoyed out of order.
Excerpt
Jeb bit into the succulent meat and rolled his eyes back in exaggerated ecstasy. “Mmmmm. Oh Miss Walker. This is good. This is good.”
“I am appalled you doubted me,” Carolina sniffed in mock disdain. “When I tell you something, Mr. McCormick, I expect you to accept it as fact, completely and immediately.”
“Is that so?” He liked the sass in her tone and teased her for more.
“I’m only thinking of you.” She cocked her head and gave him a wide-eyed look full of concern and honesty. “I’m saving you from having to say ‘you were right’ and hearing, of course, the much maligned ‘I told you so.’ I know how such phases can damage a man’s ego.”
“You have only my best interest at heart.”
“Well, of course. It’s clear you need someone to look after you.” Her tone, playful and haughty, ended in a sigh. “I’ll just have to be the one to take you in hand.”
“You think you’re up to the task?” How many times had he flirted over dinner knowing it was nothing but a little fun between consenting adults? This felt different. There wasn’t anything casual about Carolina.
“Absolutely.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “I have resources, my own bag of tricks.”
“Tricks. I like tricks.” Jeb reached for her. “Tell me more.”
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