If she wants to know his secrets…
This time it could be fatal.
Journalist Neema Kamau will risk anything to uncover the
truth. She’ll even get close to politician Davis Black in order to investigate
his possible organized crime connections. But when her professional interest
turns personal, Neema knows that she risks losing the story—and the man—if she
tells Davis the truth. And the stalker who’s circling them both might rob her
of the chance to make things right…
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From Harlequin Romantic Suspense: Danger. Passion. Drama.
To Serve and Seduce series
Book 1: Seduced by the Badge
Book 2: Tempted by the Badge
Book 3: Reunited by the Badge
Book 4: Stalked by Secrets
“Neema! Neema!”
Neema Kamau found her father’s voice especially
irritating as he called out from behind her. She stole a quick glance at her
wristwatch. She was already late for her job at the Chicago Tribune and
she didn’t need a lengthy lecture about something that really wasn’t important
to her. She thought about ignoring him but knew that would only make the
lecture that came later even more unbearable.
She turned slowly, meeting the look he was giving her
head-on. He stood there, hands locked tight against his waist, his expression
stern. “Yes, Baba?”
“Are you coming to the restaurant tonight?” Adamu Kamau
queried. “We could use the help.”
The restaurant he referred to—the Awaze Grill—was the
family business, and it was his pride and joy. Born and raised in Kenya, her
father had immigrated to the United States when he’d been in his early
twenties. A naturalized citizen with a doctorate in mathematics, he had been
one of the most prolific analytical minds to ever work for the Pentagon. But a
massive heart attack ten years ago had shifted his priorities and redirected
the lives of his wife and children.
The move to Chicago had been the first big change, the
whole family leaving DC to follow him to Illinois. It was only recently that
Neema had realized her parents opening their family restaurant was truly a
dream come true for the two of them.
The building on West Reynolds Street had been purchased
outright, the couple dipping into their life savings to make it their own.
After renovations, Awaze Grill was born, featuring the best recipes of their
east African culture. For her family, it was a second home of sorts. For her
parents, the restaurant quelled any feelings of emptiness they had for their
African culture in America. Being able to share that culture with others made everyone
feel like family to them. For Neema, working when she was needed rewarded the
gratitude she often felt for all her parents had done for her.
Raised according to her parents’ Kenyan culture, Neema
knew that family was central to everything. Children were expected to honor
their parents and fulfill any obligations asked of them. Saying no to her
father was not an option, nor would she have even considered it.
“Yes, Baba.” Neema nodded. “If you need me to work, I’ll
be there.”
He nodded his balding head. “Also, I need you to stop by
that alderman’s office. You know the one.”
“Alderman Black?”
“Yes, him. He needs to do something about the drug
activity on the corner. It isn’t good for the neighborhood, and the police
aren’t doing anything to help with the situation.”
“I sent him a letter last week, Baba. We should probably
give him a little time to respond.”
Her father shook his head. “No. You need to follow up in
person. To be sure he understands how big the problem is. These young boys are
getting out of hand. One of them cursed me yesterday. Outside of my own front
door! No respect! No respect at all!” The old man threw his hands up in
frustration.
Neema shuttered a soft sigh. “Yes, Baba. I’ll try to run
by his office on my lunch hour.”
Her father gave her a nod then stepped forward to give
her a kiss on the cheek. “You’re a good daughter, Neema. You have a good day.”
Neema smiled. “You too, Baba!”
Once she was out the door, Neema sighed with audible
relief. It hadn’t been nearly as painful as she had anticipated. In fact, she
was feeling slightly guilty for imagining a doomsday lecture from her father.
She’d been certain her late-night hours the previous evening would have had her
father on a rampage. It wasn’t often that she agreed to dinner and drinks with
her coworkers, specifically because of how her parents reacted when she did. It
was one thing when her shift at the news
room required her to be out all night. It was something
wholeheartedly different when she was out all night socializing. She was
surprised her father hadn’t mentioned it at all.
Much like her father, Neema had moments when she herself
overreacted, having to bite her tongue to keep from being snarky. The morning
had begun to feel like one of those days, other things on her mind. Like her
stagnant career and the fact that she saw no hope of things improving.
Admittedly, she had promised her father to use her lunch
hour to reach out to their district alderman. But, truth be told, Neema had no
interest in trying too hard. She knew who Davis Black was. Everyone knew the
city alderman and his family. The Black name was synonymous with most
everything that happened in the Chicago judicial system. His father was the
police superintendent. His mother was a federal court judge, and all his
siblings were gainfully employed cops, attorneys or civic leaders. They didn’t
just make or enforce the law. Most of the Chicago community considered them to
be the law.
For months, Neema had been angling for a story on the
Black family. Something that would carry her byline and merit national
attention. She dreamed of a Pulitzer Prize and the accolades of a breaking news
story. It would validate her decision to forgo a career in medicine, like her
parents had wanted, for the degree in investigative journalism that she had
achieved. It would show that she’d made the right decision following the one
and only time she’d defied them.
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About the Author
Deborah Fletcher Mello has been writing since forever and
can’t imagine herself doing anything else. Her first romance novel, Take Me to
Heart, earned her a 2004 Romance Slam Jam nomination for Best New Author, and
in 2009, she won an RT Reviewer’s Choice Award for her ninth novel, Tame a Wild
Stallion. Born and raised in Connecticut, Deborah now considers home to be
wherever the moment moves her.
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