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K. T. Roberts Fall 2016 Releases
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K. T. Roberts writes romantic suspense with sass and brass, and is a best selling kindle worlds author in mystery, suspense and thrillers. She's currently working on two different series in the cozy mystery genre, as well as another romantic suspense which includes the Cosa Nostra, titled Sleeping with the Enemy.
In 2012, K.T. decided to write in the genre she loves to read: romantic suspense, and the birth of the Kensington-Gerard Detective Series was born. The Last Witness is Book One in that series. Elusive Justice is Book Two, and Deadly Obsessions is Book Three. All are available in digital and paperback editions. She's also dipping her toes into the cozy mystery genre with six novels just waiting to be written.
Blind Retribution is her first romantic suspense published by Montlake Romance Publishing with a release date of November 29, 2016. It's currently up for pre-order, and if you want to beat the crowd, I'd order it now.
Originally a Jersey Girl, she lives with her real-life hero, Bob, in Arizona. They have four children. Although she’s a former chef, whipping up a gastronomic treat for family and friends has been relegated to the weekends because during the week, she’s in front of her computer writing her next great novel.
She has memberships in Romance Writers of American, Valley of the Sun Romance Writers and Sisters in Crime.
Author: K. T. Roberts
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It should have been an open-and-shut case. When a car bomb explodes, taking with it the wife of a prominent heart surgeon, NYPD detective Maxine Turner is sure she has arrested the right suspect—until Cory Rossini, a private investigator, begins muddying the waters. Max already has enough to deal with: her longtime partner is retiring, her latest case is suddenly anything but simple, and she now has a troubling attraction to a man who is proving to be annoyingly persistent.
Having taken on the task of proving his friend’s innocence, Cory isn’t about to drop the ball—no matter how distractingly beautiful he finds the detective assigned to the investigation. When his sleuthing turns up other homicides connected to the cardiology department, including a young woman whose throat has been slit, he convinces Max that they should work together. And as they delve further into the vicious murders, they search for the one lead that will steer them straight to a killer…
Helen Barrett opened the heavy door of her husband’s red Lamborghini, slid into the beige bucket seat, and wiggled in until she felt comfortable. She shut the car door with a thud, and it locked into place. The aroma of leather enveloped her, and she instinctively inhaled. She couldn’t believe she was sitting behind the steering wheel of her husband’s prized possession. He never let anyone drive it . . .
Sliding her hands over the leather dashboard made her giddy. Seeing so many dials made her feel like a pilot preparing for takeoff. She smiled in the surrounding silence. It was . . . deafening . . . peaceful . . . eerie.
Helen sighed deeply. Contented heat pooled in her heart, knowing that Jeffrey was as much in love with her as she was with him.
Helen shook her head and glanced at her watch. It was later than she’d thought. They’d made love all night, like newlyweds. Now it was mid-morning. She couldn’t remember the last time they’d stayed in bed this late on a Sunday. Luckily, they weren’t leaving for Venice for their second honeymoon until late tonight, but it had been too long since she and Jeffrey had shared this kind of romance, and all she wanted to do was hurry back into his waiting arms.
She shook her head as she thought back over the last several weeks. What a crazy ride it had been. At first, she hadn’t trusted Jeffrey’s sincerity about wanting to make their marriage work or his confession that he’d never stopped loving her. But his actions had changed all that, and the hurt she’d felt for so long slowly disappeared after he’d proposed all over again and even planned an elaborate reception to celebrate their renewed wedding vows with family and friends. She was happier than she’d been in a long time.
Euphoria coursed through her body. She could live like this for the rest of her life, knowing she had all she needed—Jeffrey’s love and devotion. This was wedded bliss—the mature kind of love that only comes after years of being with someone. This was even better than the first time they’d married fifteen years ago.
Helen pulled the seat belt across her chest, snapped it into place, and took another deep breath.
She inserted the key into the ignition, anxious to hear the roar of the engine, then heaved out one last breath before turning the motor over. An odd popping sound came from beneath the dashboard and echoed in her ears. Oh God, what did I do wrong? She sat for a few seconds waiting to see if the noise continued, and then a loud blast erupted and the hood of the car shot into the air. She screamed as rich red flames mushroomed across the windshield. Panicked, she screamed again. Confusion set in like rigor mortis, rendering her helpless.
Get out of the car! she told herself.
She tried to release her seat belt, but her fingers fumbled as if frozen. She pulled on the seat belt with force, trying to release the latch. Nothing.
A sudden intense blast of heat made her look down at her feet. Her sandals were in flames and for a second she was mesmerized as she watched the fire spread across the straps. Then the pain set in. She stamped her feet as hard as she could.
She screamed at the top of her lungs. “Jeffrey, help me!” Surely, he must have heard the blast.
She pounded on the door but couldn’t find the handle. Her mother’s voice echoed through her mind. Everyone has to die from something.
Was she going to die? No, dammit. Not today she wasn’t. “Jeffrey!” she screamed again, her throat sore from straining.
Hysteria overwhelmed her, and she banged on the window with all her might. Nothing happened and no one came. No one to help, not even Jeffrey.
She slammed her fist on the horn just as a second blast popped the trunk and rocked the car. Her voice, no longer audible, released a silent scream. Helplessness took over as the tears gushed down her cheeks and that old familiar pain Jeffrey had managed to erase resurfaced. She should have known better. Everything he’d fed her over the last two weeks was a lie, and like a fool, she’d fallen for it. The bastard never intended to spend the rest of his life with her. All he’d wanted was to silence her voice.
Desserts Can Be Deadly
St. Helena Vineyard Series - Kindle Worlds Novella
Author: K. T. Roberts
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If there’s one thing the residents of St. Helena know, it’s never a good idea to screw with any member of the DeLuca family! Nonna ChiChi Ryo, DeLuca matriarch, is not one to sit idle when someone is trying to frame her family for murder.
Two recent fatalities are determined to be death by poison. Both had one thing in common—a sweet confection prepared by Lexi & Nico DeLuca. Now, the whole town finds itself quarantined for the next seventy-two hours to allow the Center for Poison Control to analyze the pantries in all the eateries, and DeLuca is a dirty word among them. Nonna ChiChi won’t take this sitting down and resurrects the Secret Woman’s Society, she’s calling the Crime Buster’s Unit, namely the grannies, Priscilla, Lucinda and of course, Mr. Puffins who plays an important role in the scheme of things.
The grannies are getting nervous because time is running out on the quarantine and Nico and Lexi’s freedom. Will the three grannies clear their names in time, before the real culprits get away or will Lexi and Nico spend the rest of their lives in the slammer?
Sheriff Jack stopped in front of Nonna ChiChi, cleared his throat and began. “I have recently learned through the grapevine” . . . He paused momentarily . . . “no pun intended, that you and the grannies might try to interfere in our investigation. Your interference must stop right here and now, because I promise you, elderly or not,” his pointed finger stopped at each grannie, “we will haul all of you off to jail. So, you ladies keep your noses out of the custard. This is our investigation and we’re quite capable of dealing with these crimes.” He did an about face and walked confidently in the opposite direction.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, jerko,” she mumbled in a low voice.
Under normal circumstances, Nonna ChiChi was the epitome of sophistication, class, beauty, and a voice so soft, she sounded like an angel.
But, at the moment, she was an angel with horns. Pissing her off by trying to take her family down, was a whole other story and that’s when her high-strung Italian heritage came flying out. His confrontation only sealed the deal. As leader of the CBU, she was ready to take him on.
“That’s it!” she screeched. “Enough is enough,” she declared in her native Italian accent as she watched the police cruiser drive down the street with Nico. Getting more upset by the minute, her eyes hooded as she looked to her friends. “Are you in?”
“Damn right, I’m in,” Priscilla said, looking rather sleepy tonight since she’d come to ChiChi’s rescue in her Lazy One Red, “I’m a Pooped Bear” nightshirt, and matching brown bear claw slippers. Tight pin curls framed her face with larger pin curls at the nape of her neck. Unlike Lucinda, this was the extent of fuss Priscilla could tolerate. She was a dyed in the wool regular plain Jane.
Lucinda, however, rarely left the house without her fancy clothes and full makeup to rid her image of bony limbs and sharp edges.
“You can count me in,” Lucinda said. Wearing full makeup, including eyeliner, Lucinda never went anywhere without looking like she’d just walked off the cover of a fashion magazine. “and Mr. Puffins too,” she said hugging the pudgy ball of white fluff, “don’t you, precious?” He meowed in agreement. Mr. Puffins, was more than just arm candy for Lucinda. He was her confidant, her protector and just a damn nice cat who loved his master.
ChiChi was convinced Mr. Puffins suffered from an acute case of displaced identity because he didn’t seem to mind being a cross-dresser. As a matter of fact, he had a larger wardrobe than most young women today. Everyone in the Daughters of Prohibition figured Mr. Puffins came by that honestly with a master who dressed to the nines. Tonight, Mr. Puffins was decked out as a Sherlock Holmes lookalike, complete with monocle over his right eye and looking rather menacing. Lucinda kissed the feline’s head and Mr. Puffins gave a contented purr before burying his nose into her neck.
Strangers in the Night
Author: K. T. Roberts
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On one very magical day in New York City, two strangers meet by chance in a wine shop, each reaching for the same bottle. A meeting no one could have predicted, but their undeniable chemistry is destined to be sealed in fate.
Having gone their separate ways, the two meet up again only blocks away. Now that he’s been given a second chance, he’s not letting her slip away this time. He discovers his Cinderella is leaving the following day and he’s fraught with anxiety. But not to worry, she’s got a plan! If he finds that rare bottle of wine again, her name and phone number will be on it, a certainty that true love and fate have chosen their destiny.
A year later, circumstances conspire to bring her back to New York. A chance encounter reconnects them. Only this time, without the prerequisite bottle of wine. He wonders if she’ll still want to be with him now that she’s learned his secret? But only the Gods of Fate can answer that question.
“Oh my God, it’s you,” he said with a beaming smile. Excitement bubbled inside him over seeing her again. He cautioned himself to tamp down his reaction before the poor girl rushed off again. “It looks like we’re having another serendipitous moment,” he said with a wide grin. “You do know she called out the name, Boogie, don’t you?” he said half-joking.
She ignored his question and made direct eye contact with him. “Do you
believe in fate?” she asked with a broad smile.
He laughed. “I don’t know. Why do you ask?”
The barista’s deadpan voice interrupted. “Will one of you please take this coffee before it gets cold!”
He picked up the container and handed it to her.
“No, that’s yours,” she said. “I ordered hot chocolate. I just heard the name Boogie and thought my drink was ready.”
“Is that your name?” he asked, jerking his head back with raised brows.
She giggled. “No. That’s my dog’s name. He’s a black lab.” Ericka gave him a squinted side glance. “Why do you use that name?”
“I’m afraid of the Boogieman?” he teased.
“No.” He released a low laugh. “Although, I have no doubt I was as a kid.” He winked at her and it brought a smile to her face. “I guess it reminds me of my childhood, and honestly, no one else uses it . . . well . . . except you.”
“It’s fate,” she said firmly. “Do you believe in it?”
He liked the determined expression on her face. “I could turn into a believer. Go ahead, convince me.”
“Well, I never did before today, but I’m convinced now after running into you again. And regardless of whether you admit it or not, so do you.” He gave her a quizzical look and waited for her to explain. “Why else would you have chosen this particular café?”
“What does this café have to do with fate? Do you think it has magical powers or something?”
“I do. But here are three more things that have me convinced.” She held up three fingers and used her other hand, obviously prepared to tick them off after addressing each point. “One, you walked from Park Avenue all the way to Second Avenue when you could have stopped for coffee right down the street from Lehmann’s.”
“Okay,” he said.
“You see?” she said with wide-eyed effervescence. “My point, exactly.”
“Okay, I’m liking the sounds of this fate stuff. So what are the other two things?” he asked anxiously.
“Alright. So what are the chances of two strangers running into one another twice in one day, several blocks apart, especially in a city this large?”
“Without question, it’s fate.”
“Are you making fun of me?”
“Absolutely not. I’m very serious.” He winked “What is the third thing?”
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