You can do it.
The last words my brother ever said to me.
I’ve got one chance to prove him right.
And nothing is going to stop me.
Not my friends or family, who think I’m crazy.
Not even a tall, sexy cop, armed with a glare that melts panties.
Too bad I don’t have time to go to war with him.
Because I could think of a dozen different ways to bring him to his knees.
I can’t afford to pay the price of failure.
But the way he looks at me…
Makes me want to break every promise I’ve ever made.
She’s a goddamn menace.
Wrecking me with tears and a mission I sure as shit relate to.
I want to help her, but some lines shouldn’t be crossed.
Nothing she says will change that.
She’s on a mission, but so am I.
And she’s my target.
We both know she doesn’t stand a chance.
But while my eyes are on her…
I can’t see the threat on the horizon.
There’s only one option, and I’ve got to bite the bullet to get it done.
Bite the Bullet is my first experience with April Canavan. To say that I’m hooked is an understatement. This is the 3rd book in the series, although each book is a stand-alone. Not having read the first two did not take away from this story at all, however, I will be going back and purchasing those books. I am intrigued by the talent that Ms. Canavan holds with her writing.
This is the story of Dominic and Emma. Not only do we fall in love with the law enforcement duo, but we also fall for their families and friends. Everyone flows as a unit. They come as a package deal, and their lives and happenings only add to the story. I read this in a matter of hours, because I simply could not put it down. Next up is Break It Down, Ian and Chloe’s story and I cannot wait!!
I live on chaos and coffee, and you’ll find it running through every single one of my stories.
First of all, I absolutely abhor writing anything biographical. In any form. I’m terrible at it, and I have the very firm belief that no one wants to know who I am. You’re here for books, right? But that doesn’t mean I’m off the hook.
I grew up sneaking over to my great-grandmother’s to read her Harlequin novels. Those were delivered once a month in a ginormous box, and from the age of ten, she let me devour them in their entirety. I fell in love with romance, even the clean kind. And that, undoubtedly, led to many days and nights with my face buried in a book and the discovery that I wasn’t happy unless my hair was up, and I had a story in my hand.
I never wanted to write. I wanted to read. ALL the words. Until someone pointed out to me that I’d been writing my entire life. I just needed to put the book in my hand down and pick up a pen.
Once I started, I found out that I couldn’t stop. Now, I’m always writing. Or reading. Or chasing my son through the house to get the elusive hug he thinks I don’t need.
Oh, and I’m a Leo… which is completely on-point if you know me at all. I love being the center of attention. On my terms. When I can stay at home in my pajamas. With lots and lots of coffee on hand. And maybe a few snacks.