Not your mother’s romance

Trusting Zane

Cole Hackett, retired SEAL, reluctant civilian has one desire—a life without complications. So when Josie McLean, unpredictable hellcat daughter of police chief McLean and freshly licensed PI keeps sniffing around his cases, he’s determined to steer clear. She has trouble written all over her and the last thing he needs is to babysit a woman hell bent on getting killed in the pursuit of glory. 

Josie McLean spent two decades trying to gain a glimmer of attention from her father. Even a lucrative career as a private investigators isn’t enough to make him overlook the fact that she’d been born with the wrong parts. Despite his disinterest, she’s determined to be the best at her job, while keeping her butt on the straight and narrow to avoid his wrath. That is, until her case takes a life or death turn and everyone is a suspect.

Attitude and attraction collide when Cole and Josie’s cases intersect forcing them to band together to seek a dangerous enemy. When the mortal danger turns its sights on Josie, can both Josie and Cole step out from behind the shadows of the past and lean one another to find a killer before it’s too late?

What readers are saying…

“First book by this author, but definitely not my last. I’m a sucker for ex military but especially Seals. This book was a quick read,novella length that packed a huge punch.”     -Tina, Bookaliciousbabes

“Be prepared to swoon your way through this book! Zane is all that *and* a bag of chips, and there’s simply no way Kinsley couldn’t fall in love with him. Theirs is a lightning-fast romance, filled with action and suspense, arguments resolved with kissing, adorable children who will absolutely break your heart, and a triumphant HEA that will leave you cheering. And it all happens over approximately 72 hours. Whew! The brilliant writing keeps all the plates spinning while making every step in their relationship feel authentic and soul-deep. It’s one of the best romances I’ve read lately.”   

 -Viper Spaulding


You’re in it now, girl.

Kinsley didn’t kid herself. She knew the only reason she made it through the door was Zane’s neighbor, Grace.

Grace, she liked.

Zane, well, that was a whole other matter. In just two short exchanges, he’d skyrocketed to the top of the list of the most stubborn souls she’d met in her twenty-five years.

Too bad every time he stuck out that stubborn chin of his and took on that brooding, sullen stance, he also rocketed himself to the top of the sexy beast list, too.

“Where are Tyler and Brielle?”

His lip curled, and a low rumble slipped from his throat.

“Did you just growl at me?” she asked.

“No,” he said, turning his back to her and heading down a wide hall leading back to the white and stainless-steel and marble kitchen that, that from a glimpse, looked worthy of a magazine spread.

“Yes, you did,” she said, reaching out and snagging the edge of his shirt, yanking it just a bit out of his pants.

Sizable feet skidded to a stop. He looked over his shoulder and glanced down at the hand she still had on him.

“You can act like a junkyard dog all you want. You’ll get no such warning from me. I don’t growl; I bite.” She pushed past him and spotted the kids around the corner in a den off the dining room. Tyler sat on the corner of the sofa, his eyes locked on the doorjamb, Brielle snuggled in his arms.

© Casey Hagen, USA Today Bestselling Author