Locked Box
Synopsis
Julia Bennett isn’t having a great day.
Funding for her video game is running low, her IT job is sucking her dry and to
cap it all off she’s locked in a police station with the very handsome,
extremely married guy she’s been avoiding at all costs.
Max Connor isn’t having
a great year. He’s getting divorced, his best friend is squatting in his spare
room and his inappropriate crush on the IT girl is getting dangerously out of
hand. And that was before he locked
the two of them in an evidence room for the weekend. Surrounded by three
decade’s worth of drugs, guns and floppy disks, Max and Julia are forced to
confront the heat that lies between them with dangerous, funny and occasionally
toe-curlingly sexy results.
Teaser: Gaming,
cider and RAM are all things young IT woman Julia Bennett understands. Her
agonising crush on a seemingly married cop? Not so much. Julia’s been avoiding
Max Connor for six years but now they're spending the weekend trapped in an
evidence room full of whiskey and mice.
Locked Box is a novel about two people
with an unspoken connection who are forced to look each other in the eye and
say “I really, really, really want to make out with you.”
Author Bio
Eve Dangerfield has loved romance novels since she first started swiping her grandmother’s paperbacks at the age of fourteen. Now she writes her own unapologetically sexy tales about complex women and gorgeous-but-slightly-tortured men. Eve currently lives in Melbourne with her lovely sister and a rabbit named Billy. Locked Box is her second novel.
Excerpt
“Hey! Hey! Is someone in there?”
It was a man’s voice, calm and controlled and Julia
knew it was a cop. Relief blasted through her, so all-encompassing she could
barely speak. She slapped at the door trying to tell her would-be rescuer she
was alive and in need of evacuation.
“Hang on a second,” the cop barked. “I’ll go get
the spare keys.”
There was a pounding of feet as her rescuer dashed
away. Julia inhaled, trying to calm her racing heart. The footsteps returned.
Whoever this guy was, he was quick.
Julia swiped a hand across her sweaty forehead. “Oh
my god please let me out.”
“Don’t worry Henri, I’ve got this.”
So the cop thought the actual evidence supervisor
was the one entombed in Brenthill’s evidence room? That was awkward, then again
who cared? He could think she was Humphrey B Bear if it got him to let her out.
There was an agonizing rattle of keys, a muttered curse and then the door
clicked open.
Julia didn’t think she’d ever heard a sexier sound. She and the
cop turned the handle at once, jamming the door. Julia laughed and let go,
allowing him to open it. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’m going to
nominate you for Cop of The Ye--”
It was him. Of course it was him. She was locked in
a room, making a total dick of herself. Why wouldn’t it be him? Julia’s mouth
went dry as Senior Constable Max Connor’s gaze flicked over her flushed cheeks
and quivering mouth. His eyes were as dark as Julia remembered, black you could
barely make out the pupil.
“Julia? What are you doing in here?” His voice was
so low and deep she could practically feel his voice reverberating in her
bones.
“I-I...” She stared blankly up at Max wondering if
she’d remembered to wear mascara today.
“Julia?”
Max’s expression was a mixture of amusement and
disdain as though he couldn’t figure out how someone could be quite so
ridiculous. Julia cheeks burned hot and she knew that if she’d been given the
choice she’d have gladly starved to death in the property office to avoid this
situation.
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