Just Her Type: Lovers and Other Strangers, #10
By L.C. Giroux
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Eden Tolland had nothing but bad luck when it came to men.
She got so good at finding trouble she became a reporter.
Quinn McCormick was a buttoned up professor with no game when it came to women.
So much for the cliche of the suave FBI agent, probably why he turned to academics
With a hit man on their tail, they'll find out he's Just Her Type.
L.C. Giroux
Best selling author L.C. Giroux writes smart, sexy, fun, contemporary and new adult romance. She has written over 20 books that are as much about the love of a family as about any one couple. Coming from a big French-Canadian and Italian family, she couldn’t write love stories any other way. Not surprisingly, her stories also include a fair bit of food and men that cook and clean. And no, they aren’t fantasies. Romance might seem an odd fit after an architecture degree and jobs in everything from cosmetics to accounting to molecular biology but five minutes into their first date she knew she had met her future husband. After twenty two years, a kid, their fair share of richer, poorer, sickness, and health later and she still believes in a happy ending. While romance author is the last in a long line of diverse careers it is by far her favorite. She now likes to say that all that career indecision was just research for her writing career. She hasn’t even begun to tap into the stories from her time in the Air Force. Being a tech geek, self publishing was a natural fit for her and she dove in head first. Her first book was published in 2010 and only after it was uploaded for sale did she realize that maybe getting an editor might not be a bad idea. She won’t ever make that mistake again! The following book was the beginning of her Lovers and Other Strangers series. When she started it was just to prove that she had more than one book in her. When the best friend character proved too good to pass up and got a story of his own, it became a series of 12 books and 4 novellas. She enjoys writing about imperfect heroes and heroines of all types who grow into themselves over the course of a book. In 2014 she branched out to historical romance with her Heiresses of Eris series. This series is about difficult women and the men strong enough to love them. She also went back to her writing roots with her Protective romantic suspense series. This series shows that having weaknesses makes you human, not unlovable. When L.C. isn’t writing she is hanging out with her family and dogs who are a lot more fun than anything on television. She has lived in more college towns than is good for anyone over the age of thirty. She finds it fertile ground for more story ideas. You can read excerpts of her work at www.lcgiroux.com
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Just Her Type - L.C. Giroux
Eden Tolland had nothing but bad luck when it came to men.
She got so good at finding trouble she became a reporter.
Quinn McCormick was a buttoned up professor with no game when it came to women.
So much for the cliche of the suave FBI agent, probably why he turned to academics
With a hit man on their tail, they'll find out he's Just Her Type.
Escape to the Lovers and Other Strangers world today. This contemporary romance series travels across the US with stops in Boston, Las Vegas and the Southwest, Seattle, and Chicago. With each new book you'll find characters that feel like friends and catch up with past favorites lives. .
Also by L.C. Giroux
Fall Into His Arms
More Lovers and Other Strangers Series Books
Pay Back
His Deception
Lovers and Other Strangers Boxed Set:
The Boston Stories
Second Chance at Salvation
All In
Where’s My Cowboy?
Lovers and Other Strangers Boxed Set: Salvation New Mexico
Skater’s Girl
...And Keep Her
Love Stranger than Fiction
Lovers and Other Strangers Boxed Set:
Seattle
Just Her Type
Plan Brady
This Day Forward
Series Short Stories:
Wild Child
The Day Before the Night Before Christmas
Cupid Must Be Irish
Just Her
Type
Lovers and Other Strangers Book Ten
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Author's Note:
Confession time, I know all romance heroes are supposed to be buff gods that never leave their socks on the floor or ask where the milk is while staring at it in the refrigerator. I get it, we women want a little romance, a little fodder for the imagination but here’s the thing, I kinda like geeky guys. I suppose it is the female corollary to a guy’s librarian thing. I want a bow tie wearing guy that can take off his glasses, look deep into my eyes and see the better part of me, just like I can see the better part of him. Quinn, the hero here is as much an action guy as any in contemporary romance but he is in hiding, maybe even from himself. Eden, the heroine, sees that spark and fans it till it is white hot. Add in a little danger and some ill timed house guests and this story made me smile. I hope it does you too!
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Just Her
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Prologue
Rusty metal protruded through the broken concrete of the half built strip mall and clawed at her thin wool suit. Eden shifted to get a better view and winced when a jagged nail scratched her leg. If she were still on the paper she'd be doing this in jeans, the fact that she was on television somehow meant she had to be camera ready at all times.
Mr. Lyle had told her to stay there until he motioned the all clear. He stood under the one still functional construction light looking tense. Odd, this should have been somewhat routine by now. According to Lyle they showed up like clockwork expecting payment to not torch the place or cause some other delay. Looking around her, she thought they must not have been paying enough since nothing seemed to be going forward with the project anyway.
As she watched a man got out of a car that pulled up to meet Lyle. The other man was taller and thinner than she expected. Most of her experience with the muscle end of the crime and corruption spectrum tended toward brawn or at least brute strength. This guy looked almost elegant by comparison. The black hair and dead looking eyes fit the cliché to a T though. Lyle looked rumpled and sweaty; she’d noticed earlier his eyes were blood shot. Again, her intuition was knocking at the back of her consciousness but she couldn't figure out why Lyle was so tense.
She ducked deeper into the shadows when ‘Mr. Scary’ looked toward where she was hiding. Lyle was talking and she’d give her big toe to know what he was saying. Stupid newbie mistake not asking him to wear a wire. She didn’t trust him but then she’d learned not to really trust anyone. Her family, them she could trust. Everybody else wanted something.
Mr. Lyle poked the man in the chest. His voice grew louder, she strained to catch what he was saying. Lyle seemed to be arguing for a higher amount. That made no sense. The other man pulled a gun and she bit her lip to keep from crying out as she saw the flash of it being fired. She realized later he must have had a silencer since there was only a dull thud as the bullet hit Lyle in the stomach point blank. Lyle pitched forward and the guy neatly side stepped as if he didn’t want to get blood on his fancy suit. She’d seen dead bodies before but never the act of making one. The first thing she noticed was the bad television look to everything, the next was the smell. Television couldn’t ever capture the odd metallic tang of fresh blood in that quantity. Her heart jumped to her throat when the killer – was Lyle even dead yet, looked her way. She fumbled her smartphone rattling the stupid keyring on her wrist and tried to get the video to work. Without the flash it would be useless but she couldn’t risk it, still, it might be worth a shot. She tried to keep her hand steady but realized it was shaking so badly anything she caught would be a blur.
The shooter started frisking Lyle and when he didn’t find what he was looking for he savagely kicked at the man's ribs. Lyle might have still been alive from the moaning sounds coming from him. A few seconds later he wasn’t, as the killer pumped three shots into him.
Her first instinct was to run. Her next one was to get the story. Who was he? Why did he kill Lyle? What was he searching for? She knew she should, and eventually would, feel something for the man laying in the pool of his own blood but right now she needed to keep herself alive long enough to find out why he had died. Emotions were relegated to her off time. Still, why couldn’t she stop shaking?
***
Explain to me again what you were doing there? Oh, that’s right you were meeting your source.
Eden wanted to throw her burned coffee in the detective’s face, except she’d been sitting there so long it was now cold.
Yes, Mr. Lyle said that the man, Yegevny, I guess it was, was meeting him there to pick up the money.
See what I don’t get is why a beautiful girl like you would want to be mucking around in abandoned lots and hanging out with that kind of trash. Shouldn’t you be covering, I don’t know, the latest sale at Neiman’s or one of those parties at the Art Institute.
The bastard laughed when she growled under her breath at him.
Are you going to look into this?
Yeah, yeah, don’t get your panties in a twist. Right now all we have a dead body, some tire tracks from a stolen vehicle and your word that this is the guy you saw do it.
What about the video? Can’t you run it through some analyzer, make it clearer?
Sweetheart, this is real life, not some movie. We deal with facts where we can find’em.
This wouldn’t have anything to do with any of the stories I’ve run on Chicago’s finest?
The lummox eased himself back in his chair and the poor piece of furniture groaned.
Lady, what do you want me to do? I’ve got your word against his if we could even find him. We've got absolutely nothing to tie him to the scene of the crime. I can't even get a search warrant with what you've given me.
I see.
She pushed to her feet and hated that she wobbled.
Lady, I've got a daughter like you and I don't like that look.
She grinned maliciously, he wasn't as stupid as he was pretending to be. Mom always said, if you want something done, do it yourself.
The cop snapped forward.
Don't do anything rash. You leave the chasing bad guys to us.
Oh, I'm not going to chase him. You do your job, and I'll do mine. And Detective, I happen to be very good at my job.
She turned on her heel and started walking. Her mind was already going through possible sources and databases, connections she could tap. She had a name, it wasn't much but she had worked stories starting with less. She tossed her lucky keychain in the air and snatched at it. It wouldn't do to lose it again.
Chapter One
Ted tapped Eden’s desk to get her attention. She dropped the magnifying glass she'd been studying the pictures with and rubbed at her eyes. Then remembered the make-up she no doubt had just smudged all to hell. Doing this job was hard enough for anyone but like the old joke went, women had to do it backwards and in heels.
Yeah.
You look like hell.
Thanks, I can see why your wife loves you so much.
Ted cracked up. At least you haven't lost your sense of humor. How's your piece on the construction kickbacks coming?
Yeah, about that...
Eden, you promised me you weren't going to let this murder thing take over your life.
Ted, the man was killed because I wanted to get the story. I owe him. I've got a lead on the hit man and frankly, my spidey senses were tingling the whole time I was there. Something was off I just can't figure out what.
He would have been involved whether you were there or not.
Maybe, doesn't matter. I need to do this.
You're too close to it. Shit, the higher ups are gonna have my ass for this. You've got one week to get something I can go upstairs with or you're done with this. Got it? In the mean time, gimme what you've already got on the kickback piece. I'll make some calls to city hall.
His smile gave him away.
Ted, just the thought of rattling some cages has you drooling. Why did you ever leave print?
Money. Three kids in private schools ain't cheap.
So why didn't you ever work stories here?
Eden, if I were thirty years younger... You’re the only one that doesn't think this mug is made for radio. Oh, I forgot, some professor called said you had wanted to talk to him.
Ted looked like a friendly version of Perry White, the news room chief from Superman, minus the cigars his wife had made him stop smoking and the scowl. Maybe that is why she thought he was handsome in his own way. She had a thing for strong geeky guys. However, it was always the bad boy types she ended up with, and every time she convinced herself that this time would be different. This time they would change. It never worked, eventually they always reverted to form. If she was lucky they only emptied her bank account. She had gotten so good at filling out the incident reports in college she’d picked journalism as her major. It was just dumb luck she turned out to be good at writing.
Great, I've traced this Yegevny guy to the New York Russian mob but I need Professor McCormick to get up to speed on them. Did he leave a time to meet?
And now I'm supposed to be your secretary? No, he didn't. Call him back.
Sure thing boss.
She stuck her tongue out at him. He walked away muttering and shaking his head. If he were thirty years younger she wouldn't even be able to have a conversation with him she'd be so tongue tied. He'd so be her type. She had a thing for glasses and bow ties. She blamed it on too many Superman shows as a kid. Of course, those kinds of guys never even talked to her. Thinking about it now, maybe she did have a little Lois Lane in her, too bad Superman was only in comic books.
***
She'd been playing phone tag with Professor McCormick’s voicemail for the better part of two days and was frustrated as hell. Figures the intern gets through to him on the first shot. She looked at the scrap of paper with his office room number on it. The University’s Criminal Science building could replace the Minotaur’s labyrinth it was such a rabbit warren. She was pretty sure she'd already been past these doors but that couldn't be. All this institutional beige made her jumpy. A landmark or at least a different wall color once in a while would be nice. She almost ran into a guy while she was looking at the room numbers again.
Sorry.
Excuse me. Sorry, didn't see you.
No kidding.