TAMING THE TEXAS BEAUTY
Take one street-tough cop, add a high society salon owner, toss in high-end home robberies, and you get trouble.
Two years ago, Ryan Rogers was attracted to Stephanie Lockhart, but as the detective who brought down her criminal brother, getting close to her was out of the question. Now, ready to restart the relationship, he discovers her salon is connected to a series of high-end robberies.
In spite of losing her brother because of Detective Rogers, Stephanie hasn’t forgotten their attraction. It could be happily ever after when they meet once again… until she and her salon are implicated in crime, sending her world spiraling out of control.
“Vitek adds suspense and intrigue as the story’s momentum increases. … Vitek places her readers on Ryan’s shoulders giving them insight as to what Ryan is thinking and what actions he is taking to prove Stephanie is innocent of any wrong doing with regards to the robberies… Vitek’s TAMING THE TEXAS BEAUTY keeps her readers on edge and holding their breath as the heart-wrenching ending unfolds.” ~ John Kurtze, five-star Amazon review
“We need to talk to Stephanie.” Vergas’s voice softened. He remained silent while running a hand through his hair. “If you want, I can call the salon and see when she’d be available to talk to us.”
His stomach tightened. He didn’t answer her, as his thoughts focused on Stephanie. Glancing in the rearview mirror, he skirted into the right lane.
“I’ll make the call. Ryan, she’s not a suspect, as of today, but you need to–”
“I know what I need to do, Vergas,” he snapped. He flexed his fingers gripping the steering wheel several times, then rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. I’ll talk to her as soon as I can.” He exited the highway and entered the concrete jungle, putting them a block from the salon. Taught muscles screamed for relaxation.
“Is that why you’ve been quiet?” Vergas’s calm kept his frustration at bay.
“Yeah.” City traffic and lights held his focus. He wasn’t in the mood to talk. Monica got the hint, and for that he was thankful.
This development had him realizing his feelings for Stephanie were more concrete than he’d originally thought. His stomach sank. They couldn’t rule Stephanie out as a possible suspect. She owned the salon. Like her brother, she could easily be involved in illegal activities. Ryan couldn’t believe she’d be like her brother. Yet, she did have a connection to the wealthy through her parents. Surely, they belonged to the same clubs and groups as many of their victims. Maybe she was involved.
He parked in the police garage and in time to get antacid medicine from his desk. Lunch turned into heartburn inflicted by the afternoon events.
Phones rang, fingers tapped on keyboards, and voices drifted through the office.
“I want access to their computers.” He broke the silence between him and his partner, as he sat at his desk. “We need to know how the salon’s system works. Who has access and to what level.”
“We’ll need a warrant.” Monica leaned on the collaborative desk partition.
“Not if Stephanie lets us. We can ask. If she doesn’t, then we’ll get a court order.” Back in detective mode, he had a job to do.
“I’m thinking we hold off on talking with any of the salon staff until after we’ve searched the computers. Keep the investigation low-key.”
After a long exhale, he stared forward. “Don’t call the salon until I give the go-ahead. I’d like to talk to her first.” He slouched releasing a dejected sigh.