Working the night shift at the sheriff's office has
given Deputy Raine McCandless more than enough time to fantasize about the kind
of man she'd like to take prisoner, so when she arrives home to find a sexy
intruder waiting for her, she's pretty sure she must be dreaming.
Dillon Taylor, with his stunning blue eyes and killer tan, is 100% real, just
not 100% human. Half-man, half-angel, he'd love to answer every naughty prayer
Raine has ever had. But Raine is in serious danger, and Dillon can only fulfill
her every desire if he can keep her alive.
up the pages with this engrossing read. Various twists and turns within the
plot will keep readers guessing right until the end. The main characters are
fun, complex and unyielding in their attraction to each other, and the
secondary players only add to the enjoyment.
SUMMARY: Sheriff’s Deputy Raine McCandless traded her fast-paced city
life to return to her hometown to take care of her aging grandfather. One
night she returns home after her shift to find a stranger in her house.
Nephilim Dillon is half angel, half man, and he’s here to inform Raine that
she’ll be killed in a botched robbery attempt—but he intends to save her. As
the robbery unfolds, Raine and her grandfather become the prime suspects in
the crime. Will Dillon save Raine in time, or will she spend the rest of her
life in prison for a crime she didn’t commit? Jennifer Wilson, Romantic Times
Fresh Fiction Review
"Half human, half angel and ... all man!"
Reviewed by Annetta Sweetko
Posted June 1, 2013
Dillon Taylor is a nephilim, half man - half angel, who takes the time to warn Deputy Raine McCandless of a bank robbery in which she will be shot and die. Having done the good deed he leaves. He has no way of knowing things are about to get SMOKING HOT for the both of them.
Raine survives the robbery but because the robbers get away things go from bad to worse. Due to some confusion about a wounded "angel" it's quickly believed that she and her grandfather are behind the robbery. Everyone knows they are in financial trouble and who better to know how to cover up a crime than a cop.
Dillon finds out from his angel father that interfering may have endangered the very lives of the sexy, beautiful woman and her grandfather he was trying to save. He has to help them clear their names. How can he convince the deputy he wants to help?
Raine believes it was all a scam and he was part of the robbery and of course he can't be an angel. Though somewhere in the back of her mind she secretly hopes there's some devil in him. Why else would she be having such devilish thought about the sexy man? Maybe he's crazy but she finds herself depending on him to help her clear her and her grandfather's names.
SMOKING HOT is exactly as the title suggests it is smoking hot. There is a lot of action and devilishly sexy half angels. I could not put it down until I reached the last page, and then I wanted to read it all over again. The author [Karen Kelley] weaves an intriguing mystery along with the hotter than hot sexual tension that flows between Raine and Dillon. The secondary characters are funny, heartwarming and in the case of Dillon's 'brothers' yummy. I hope Ms. Kelley has plans on more books in this genre, because I think those brothers' need to have their own story.
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Working the graveyard shift at the sheriff's office is hard work. And Deputy Rain McCandless is busy keeping her dog- napping grandfather out of trouble all day. So when a sexy intruder claims to be an angel then warns her she's going to die, Rain starts to wonder if she's going off the deep end.
Dillon Taylor isn't exactly an angel—he's a nephilim. He doesn't live by the same rules as angels or humans, but there is on rule he doesn't like to break: never get involved with mortals. But the old man's granddaughter is in danger and it couldn't hurt to change fate just this once...could it?
A rush of adrenaline surged through Raine. The exhaustion she’d felt when she turned off Old Red’s engine was gone the instant she came inside and sensed someone else in the house. Every fiber of her being was on high alert.
He stepped out of the darkness.
Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open, then snapped closed. She’d expected an unbathed drifter with a scraggly beard, not a cowboy who looked like he was made to fulfill any woman’s fantasies. He wore his clothes as if the black T-shirt and dark jeans had been made to fit his broad shoulders and muscled thighs. She hadn’t seen anything so delicious since being talked into going to that male strip show in Fort Worth.
She quickly regained her composure. He might be easy on the eyes, but he was still trespassing. "Who are you?" she asked. When he continued to stare, she wondered if he had a few missing brain cells. "Do you understand what I’m asking," she said, speaking slowly.
His eyebrows drew together, then relaxed as a lazy smile formed, as though he realized exactly what she was thinking and the joke was on her.
She bristled. He stood in the middle of her living room as if he belonged there and then had the audacity to smile, completely disregarding the fact she held him at gunpoint. She aimed the gun lower.
His smile vanished.
That was better. He wouldn’t think the situation was so damned funny if she blew his balls off. "I never miss what I aim at," she added for good measure.
"The bank is going to be robbed," he blurted.
Robbed? Yeah, right. Why would anyone want to rob the bank? The risk would be higher than what they could steal.
He suddenly closed his eyes.
What the hell? He acted as if he was about to leave. Was he planning to plow right past her? She tightened her grip on the gun. "How would you know the bank is going to be robbed?"
He opened his eyes, looking put out that she’d guessed his intentions and foiled his plan to escape. "Trust me," he said.
"You break into my home, then tell me to trust you. I don’t think so, cowboy. Turn around and put your hands on the wall." It was a shame the guy was a few bricks shy of a load because he was damned attractive. Not that his appearance would influence her. She’d met her fair share of good-looking criminals who tried to talk her out of handcuffing them. Their charm never worked.
"The Randolph bank is going to be robbed tonight," he repeated his warning.
Okay, she’d play his game and see exactly what he was up to. "And how do you know this?" He crossed his arms. She tightened her grip. "Don’t make me nervous." She motioned for him to lower his arms.
The slow smile appeared again, but this time it reached all the way to his eyes, crinkling them at the corners. The stranger was starting to piss her off. Their gazes locked and she found it difficult to look away. His eyes were an intense blue, mesmerizing. He broke the connection. His gaze slowly drifted downward as if he mentally removed everything she wore.
Her body began to ache with a need that burned low in her belly. When he finally raised his head, he wore an expression that said he knew exactly what effect he had on her and that she’d stopped thinking about shooting him. Maybe, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t start up again. She raised her chin, daring him to try something and see what she was capable of doing.
"You’re not willing to trust me?" he asked with a slow Texas drawl. He slipped one thumb into his pocket, his fingers tapping lightly against the denim.
Against her will, she watched, mesmerized by the motion of his fingers tapping, then brushing lightly against his pocket. With supreme effort, she forced herself to concentrate on getting him in handcuffs. She stifled a groan. That thought created a wealth of unwanted images.
Somewhere between Fort Worth and coming home she’d lost her edge. A month ago she would’ve had this guy in custody by now and be reading him his rights.