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Mirrored by Dalia Florea
The last
thing Nicole expected to encounter in her first
assignment as a newspaper reporter was, Andre Moore. Andre Moore, tall, handsome, irresistible
homicide detective who is everything that her heart desires yet she struggles
to resist.
Their investigation
of a murder case draws them closer together.
Nicole becomes captivated by his good looks and charm, but suspects that
he knows more about the case than he’s willing to share. Will her love and passion for him survive the
mystery that lies behind him?
Excerpt
From the back he stood very tall, 6’4” I guessed, and although
he was wearing black slacks and a burgundy polo shirt, I could still see that
his body was in great shape; athletic and toned. I couldn’t help from
zeroing in on his firm butt.
He walked back around to the other side of his desk and turned
to face me and I suddenly became breathless. He was the most beautiful
man that I’d ever laid eyes on. I know that men were not meant to be
beautiful, but he was more than handsome. Thick, dark shiny hair, deep
olive complexion, hazel eyes…and those lips, I could almost taste them. His
eyes met mine and I felt my heart race.
He motioned for me to come in and have a seat. I stood
paralyzed for a few seconds. I remember reading about this kind of
attraction in romance novels, but never believed the hype. I pulled
myself together, hoping that he hadn’t notice my flushed face. I sat down
in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
He hung up the telephone, stood up from his chair and reached
over to shake my hand. “As you might have already guessed, I’m Detective Andre
Moore, but please, call me Andre.” I blushed as I lifted my hand to touch
his. For a moment words got stuck in my mouth. I cleared my
throat.
“I’m Nicole Watkins, nice to meet you.” I reluctantly
released his hand.
My nerves seemed to be taking over. I’ve got to put this
schoolgirl silliness to the side and do the job I’m here to do, I thought.
“No, thank you. I’m ready to begin discussing the case. Oh, and
by the way, please call me Nicole.” Darn, why did that slip out? I
wondered.
Detective Moore had the case file already on his desk. I
took my notebook and a pen from my briefcase so that I could write down notes
as well as review the questions that I needed to ask about the case. I
looked up to find him watching me get prepared. I couldn’t quite read his
expression as he gave nothing away; his eyes returned to the file on his desk.
There was something about the way he looked at me that stirred my soul.
He proceeded to describe the case from its beginning with what was reported by
the uniformed officers who’d arrived at the murder scene first. The body
of 16-year-old Vanessa Rojas was found lying in a pool of blood in one of the
bedrooms of the apartment. Her body was covered with stab wounds and
bruises. Andre took a couple of pictures from the folder and handed them
to me.
“Here, take a look at these. This is what that monster did to
this poor girl.”
I hesitantly took the pictures, uneasy and
unsure of what I would see or if I even wanted to look at something so
gruesome.
Dalia grew up in Queens, New York and now
makes her home in Northern Virginia outside of Washington, D.C. She has
earned a degree in Psychology and a degree in Nursing. She is an avid reader
who enjoys writing fiction stories with a mixture of mystery and romance.
When not writing, she enjoys attending smooth jazz concerts, visiting wineries
and solving Sudoku puzzles.
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