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Bad to the bone…in all the right ways
A brilliant civil lawyer, David Hennings has always been the outsider—at odds with his wealthy family, shunning relationships, defying convention as a sexy leather-jacketed biker. Which is why sculptor Amanda LeBlanc agrees to his request to reconstruct a skull from a cold case murder. The instant heat between them is scorching.
But once Amanda takes the job and gets too close to the rebellious attorney, her carefully balanced life is upended by a series of methodical attacks. Someone doesn't want her to finish the job. Now David will risk everything not to lose the woman he unknowingly put in jeopardy.
- Sales Rank: #292138 in eBooks
- Published on: 2015-10-01
- Released on: 2015-10-01
- Format: Kindle eBook
About the Author
USA Today bestselling author Adrienne Giordano writes romantic suspense and mystery. She is a Jersey girl at heart, but now lives in the Midwest with her workaholic husband, sports obsessed son and Buddy the Wheaten Terrorist (Terrier). For more information on Adrienne's books please visit www.AdrienneGiordano.com or download the Adrienne Giordano app. Adrienne can also be found on Facebook and Twitter.
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"Come on, boy. Another quarter mile and we're done."
Larry McCall whistled for Henry, his black Lab, who needed exercise more than Larry, to move along. Sunrise illuminated the sky, streaking it in shades of purple and orange that made even a grisly homicide detective marvel at the beauty of nature on an early fall morning.
With Henry busy sniffing a patch of dirt, Larry paused a moment, tilted his head back and inhaled the dewy air. Another two weeks, all these trees would be barren and the city would come in and scoop up the leaves. At which point, his body would make excuses to stay in bed rather than hoof it through ten acres of fenced-in fields on Chicago's southwest side.
Half expecting Henry to trot by him, Larry opened his eyes and glanced to his left, where the dog always walked. No Henry. Since when had he gotten subversive? Larry angled back and found Henry still at the spot he'd been sniffing a minute ago. Only now he was digging. Hard. Terrific. Not only would he have dirt all over him, but he'd also probably snatch a dead animal out of the ground and drop it at Larry's feet. Here ya go, Dad.
Not happening. He whistled again. "Leave it," he said in his best alpha-dog voice.
His bum luck was that Henry had alpha tendencies, too, and kept digging. He'd have to leash him and pull him away before a dead squirrel wound up in his jaws.
Years earlier the city had torn down three low-income apartment buildings—the projects—because of the increased drug and criminal activity surrounding the place. All that was left was the fenced-in acreage that made for great walking. Problem was, there could be anything—rodents, needles, crack baggies, foil scraps—buried. Needles. Dammit. Larry hustled back to the dog before he got stuck. Or stoned.
"Whatever you found, Henry, we don't want any part of. Leave it."
He snapped the leash on, gently eased Henry back and was met with ferocious barking. What the hell? His happy dog had gone schizo.
"What is it, boy?"
Holding the dog off the hole he'd started, Larry bent at the waist to focus on something white—dull white—peeking through the dirt.
Henry barked and tugged at the leash.
"Okay, boy. Relax. Let me look at it."
He led a still-barking Henry to a tree, secured the leash around it to keep him at bay and walked back to the spot. Using the handkerchief he always carried—yes, he was that old-school, so what?—to protect his hands, he cleared more of the loose, moist dirt from the top, and more white appeared. He tapped the surface. Solid. Rock solid. And Larry's stomach twisted in a way it only did on the job.
Stop. Twenty years of working homicide told him he should. Right now. Don't go any further; call it in.
Birds chirped overhead, the sound so crisp and incessant it sliced right into his ears. Henry apparently had riled 'em good. Still squatting, Larry scanned the desolate area. Beyond the fence at the end of the last quarter mile, the early-morning rush began to swell on Cicero.
Henry barked again. Normally calm as a turtle, he wanted to dig.
Larry cocked his head to study whatever peeked through the dirt, and once again his stomach seized. After all these years, only one thing futzed with his stomach.
Crime scene.
But, truth be told, he had a tendency to overthink things. Something else years on the job had done to him. Hell, he could be staring at an old ceramic bowl. And how humiliating would it be to call this in and have it wind up being someone's china?
Just hell.
Henry barked again, urging him on, and Larry gave in to his curiosity and pushed more loose dirt around. At least until he hit a depression and his finger, handkerchief and all, slid right into it. Gently, he moved his finger around, hitting the outer edges of the depression, and a weird tingling shot up his neck. His breathing kicked up.
What'd this dog find?
He cleared more dirt, his fingers moving gently, revealing more and more of the surface of whatever was buried here. Once again, his fingers slipped into the depressed area and he knew. Dammit.
He'd just stuck his finger into an eye socket.
* * *
Five Years Later
Surrounded by four hundred guests, seven of them sitting at her table in the ballroom of Chicago's legendary Drake Hotel, Amanda studied a giant photo of a fallen firefighter that had flashed on the screen behind the podium. Without a doubt, she'd botched his nose.
Ugh. How embarrassing. Any novice artist, particularly a sculptor, would see the slight flare of the man's nostrils. She slid her gaze to the sculpture, her sculpture, a gift to the widow of Lieutenant Ben Broward, who'd died three months ago after running into a crumbling building to save a child.
The child had survived.
Ben had not.
And Amanda's gift to his widow and their children was now worthless. At least in Amanda's mind. Had the flaring nostrils been that obvious on the photos she'd been given? Later, when she arrived home, she'd swing into her studio and check. Just to satisfy herself.
Darn it.
Sitting back in her chair, she eased out a breath and made eye contact with Lexi, her interior designer friend who'd originally suggested she attend this fund-raiser and meet Pamela Hennings and Irene Dyce, both politically connected—and extremely wealthy—women. Amanda's idea to donate the sculpture had come after seeing an interview with Lieutenant Broward's wife and children. She couldn't give them the man back, but maybe the sculpture would bring some sort of peace. Not exactly closure because Amanda didn't buy in to that whole closure thing. What did that even mean? Tragedy was tragedy and she doubted Ben's family would ever fully recover.
Mrs. Hennings leaned closer to speak over the chatter and the sound of clanging silverware filling the room. "Amazing likeness, dear."
"Yes," Mrs. Dyce said from the other side of Mrs. Hennings. "Beautiful work, Amanda."
"Thank you."
Not that she believed it after spotting her mistake, but coming from Mrs. Hennings, the wife of Chicago's most brilliant defense attorney, a woman notorious for her good taste, Amanda, as she always did, graciously accepted the compliment, allowing it to momentarily smother her doubt.
At least until she looked at that nose again. Would the widow notice? Would she see the blunder every time she chose to look at the piece? Would it drive her insane? Gah.
The woman couldn't spend years looking at a nose butchered by the artist. Amanda couldn't allow it. She'd redo the piece. That was all. She'd make time to fix her mistake.
Done.
Over.
Move on.
A waiter slid a slice of cherry cheesecake in front of her. Any other day, she'd happily indulge, which of course wouldn't help her lose that extra ten pounds, but a girl had a right to sugar. Simple fact. But after the beating she'd just given herself, she wasn't sure her stomach could handle a rich dessert. Gently, she nudged the plate away, opting instead for a sip of water. "Evening, Miss LeBlanc."
She glanced up to where a large, barrel-chested man, late fifties perhaps, stood behind her. "Hello."
"I'm Detective Larry McCall. Chicago PD. Homicide." He gestured to the vacant chair next to her. "Mind if I sit?"
Oh, boy. What was this?
Whatever it was, she was thankful he wasn't the man who'd been sitting beside her all evening. That man, a financial planner from one of the city's big banks, had disappeared more than thirty minutes ago after she flatly told him, no, she was not interested in doing "hot" things in his bed. What an idiot. With any luck, he'd found a woman willing to take him up on his offer.
She held her hand out. "Of course. Someone was sitting there, but he's been gone awhile."
Hopefully, for good.
The detective glanced across the table to where Lexi sat with her boyfriend, Brodey, another Chicago homicide detective and also the brother of one of the Hennings & Solomon investigators. Seemed to Amanda that the Hennings clan had a connection to just about everyone in this city.
"Junior," Detective McCall said, nodding a greeting.
"Lawrence," Brodey drawled.
And how amusing was this? Clearly these two were in some kind of twisted male peeing match, and Amanda did everything in her power not to roll her eyes.
Detective McCall dropped his bulky frame into the chair beside her. "I'll move if he comes back. Sorry if I'm interrupting."
"Not at all. What can I do for you, Detective?"
"I checked out your bust."
Amanda bit her lip, stifling a smile as the detective replayed in his mind the last seconds—wait for it. There.
He smacked himself on the head, then did it again, but he laughed at himself all the same. Instantly she liked him, liked his ability to find humor in embarrassing situations, liked his acceptance of his blunder without making a fuss.
"I apologize," he said. "This is what happens when you put a guy like me in a place like this. I insult nice women."
And he had the rough-around-the-edges grit of one of those throwback detectives she liked to watch on reruns of NYPD Blue.
"Well," she said, "lucky for you I'm not easily offended. And what's worse is that I figured out immediately you meant the sculpture and not my—" she looked down, circled her hand in front of her chest "—you know."
"The sculpture. Yeah. It's really good." Aside from the botched nose. "Thank you."
"No. I mean it's really good. I knew Ben. Good guy. Great guy, actually. His wife is the daughter of…" He shook his head, waved it off. "Never mind. Doesn't matter. The sculpture is…accurate. Scary accurate."
Hmm… Having been approached by detectives before, Amanda felt the puzzle pieces beginning to come together and she readied herself to ruin Detective McCall's evening. "I had a few photos from different angles to work from."
"Yeah, I guess that helps. Listen, do you ever do forensic work?" And there it was.
As suspected, the detective wanted her help on a case. Probably doing an age progression on a missing child or working with a witness to identify an attacker. Because of budgeting woes and a lack of funds for full-time forensic artists, police departments sometimes hired outside the department.
None of it mattered. She'd have to turn him down. "I'm sorry, Detective. I do have an interest and have taken some classes, but it's not work I feel comfortable with yet."
McCall, apparently ignoring her refusal, leaned in. "I've got this case."
He has a case. On countless occasions throughout her childhood she'd heard those very words from her mother, a part-time forensic artist. Amanda held her hand up. "I'd like to help, but I have little experience in forensic work. I'd do more harm than good."
"No, you wouldn't. Trust me. It's a cold case. Five years now. No leads. All we have is a skull and some hairs found where it was dug up. That's all that's left of her."
"Her?"
"The medical examiner thinks it's a female. Maybe late teens or early twenties."
"I see."
"I actually found her."
Amanda gawked. Couldn't help it. "You found the skull?"
The detective shook his head as he let out a huff. "Craziest damned thing. I was out walking my dog in that vacant spot near Midway, and Henry started digging. I'll never forget it. Whoever this girl is, she and I are a team. I made sure I kept her case. It's mine."
"That's admirable, Detective. Really."
He shrugged. "We have a sketch done by one of the department artists, but I don't know. Maybe she got it wrong because no one is coming forward to claim this girl and we didn't get any hits from DNA. I'm a father. It makes me sick." He ran his hand over his thinning, gray hair as he scanned the ballroom and the people moving toward the exit. "I saw what you did with the sculpture of Ben and thought maybe you could help us out."
Amanda glanced across at Lexi, hoping to grab her attention with the save me stare. No luck there because her friend was busy whispering in Brodey's ear. By the look on his face, he liked what he was hearing. A flash of something whipped inside Amanda. At odd times, she missed the comfort, the familiarity, the knowing of an exclusive relationship. Casual dating didn't provide any of that.
But a pity party wouldn't get her assistance from Lexi or Brodey. To her right, Mrs. Hennings and Mrs. Dyce were in deep conversation about scheduling a lunch, so there'd be no help there, either. For this one, she'd fly solo. Try once again to nicely let the detective know she couldn't help him. As much as she felt for him, she wouldn't—couldn't—risk involvement. She faced him again, meeting his gaze straight on. "Detective, I'm sorry. It's just not what I do. I've never done a reconstruction before. I could ask around, though, and see if any of my colleagues might be interested."
McCall hesitated and studied her eyes for a few seconds, apparently measuring her resolve. He must have received her message because he nodded, his jowly cheeks shaking with the effort. "I'd appreciate that. Thank you. I want to give this girl her name back."
And, oh, that made Amanda's stomach burn. Ten years ago, her mother would have loved this project.
A lot had changed in ten years.
Movement from Amanda's right drew her attention to Mrs. Hennings placing her napkin on the table. "I'm sorry to say, it's past my bedtime." Mrs. Hennings touched Mrs. Dyce's shoulder. "I'll call you in the morning and we'll figure out a day for lunch."
"I'll be at the youth center. Call me there."
"Will do." Mrs. Hennings nodded at Lexi. "And I'll have David call you about his new home. He needs help. Just don't tell him I said that."
Lexi laughed. "Your secret is safe with me. And thank you. I'm excited to work with him."
Then Mrs. Hennings turned her crystal-blue gaze on Amanda. "My son has just moved back from Boston. Lexi will be helping him on the redesign of his condominium. I'd love to have him look at your artwork. He's starting from scratch." Her lips lifted into a calculating smile only mothers pulled off. "Whether he likes it or not, he's starting from scratch."
And from what Amanda had heard from Lexi, when Mrs. Hennings made a request, you should not be fool enough to deny her. When it came to Chicago's upper crust, Mrs. Hennings might be their president.
"Of course," Amanda said. "I'd love to. Lexi and I have worked together several times. Your son can come by my studio and look at some of my paintings. Or we could do a sculpture. Whatever he likes."
The older woman reached to shake Amanda's hand. "Wonderful. I'll have him call you."
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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful.
The Rebel
By Sue P
In The Rebel, Adrienne took me on an unexpected adventure I enjoyed with two great characters I really liked! Amanda is an artist who has unresolved feelings and issues in her past. They control how she lives her life...with caution and in control. David is a lawyer who has never really felt like he fit in with his family. Always feeling like the black sheep, he is The Rebel in his family. When he suddenly finds himself helping out on the PI side of his family's business thanks to his mother's pushing, he finds himself not only seeking the help of Amanda, but soon he is feeling much more than professional towards her. When unexpected danger rears it's ugly head after Amanda decides to help David with his cold case, David will do whatever he can to keep Amanda safe and find out the truth. Will he be able to though?
Adrienne quickly grabbed my attention and held me close to the story. This was due to great characters and an exciting, suspenseful plot. I really liked Amanda and David. I liked learning where they came from, what drove them, and what held them back. I liked how they were with each other. Their attraction is obvious and easy to feel, and I liked how their relationship grew through out The Rebel. What starts out as a professional relationship soon becomes so much more, and I felt like they were really good for each other. Both of their characters grew a lot as the plot progressed, and it felt good. They had so much to offer each other and as the reader they just felt so right together. I liked that they both had issues in their past that they were still struggling to deal with, and they unexpectedly help each other with these. The Rebel is told in alternating third person POV which made it so easy to read and connect with the characters.
The mysterious part of the plot kept me guessing and was easy to lose myself in. The unknown and the fear factor really pushed the plot forward to an unexpected conclusion that I did not see coming!
Of all the secondary characters, I really enjoyed David's mother the most! She is a unique, fun addition to The Rebel.
The Rebel has a pace that kept me turning the pages quickly, but at the same time not always wanting the story to end because it was so good! I'd highly recommend The Rebel to any romantic suspense reader.
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful.
A perfect romantic suspense!
By Monique D
What a terrific book! THE REBEL is everything a romantic suspense should be! THE REBEL is David Hennings, a civil lawyer and the black sheep of his family, who is coming back to Chicago to open his private practice. He is attending a fund raiser where a cold case is being discussed by the homicide detective, Larry McCall, who found a skull and a few hairs 5 years before. David’s mother, Pamela, is fascinated by the homicide case, and it just happens that artist Amanda LeBlanc, a painter and sculptor is on the premises. Before anyone knows what hit them, Pamela has schemed and enlisted David, McCall and Amanda to try to find out who was the victim and get the murderer arrested, if they can convince Amanda to do a sculpture reconstruction of the victim, which for personal reasons Amanda is loath to attempt.
With THE REBEL, everything is in the execution, which as close to perfect as it can get. The story is pretty much standard fare, albeit solid, meticulously crafted with no plot holes, but where Ms. Giordano shines is in her mastery of her craft. The characters are extremely well fleshed-out, the surroundings carefully described, and the story is perfectly paced. Ms. Giordano also includes pertinent details such as to forensic drawing, which contribute to the overall authenticity of the story. I loved how the romance progressed between David and Amanda; they obviously cannot deny the chemistry the immediately sense, but the romance builds upon the friendship they develop while working together, and being both strong-willed people, there are clashes; their relationship is very organic.
THE REBEL displays a perfect balance of romance and intrigue, the story builds slowly, as it should, and when the author springs plot twists, they come as a total shock because the human side of the story is so captivating, they jolt you out of your comfort zone. THE REBEL is a quick read, and I finished it in one sitting because I could not stop reading! I will go back to read the previous books in the series and I hope there will be more because I absolutely loved it, and the Hennings family!
I received a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful.
Fantastic addition to the series...
By Judy
The Rebel is another fantastic romantic suspense novel by Adrienne Giordano that you don’t want to miss. Ms. Giordano has another hit in her series featuring David Henning and the Henning family. David is the Rebel in the family. He is a civil attorney that did not follow in his father’s footsteps and become a defense attorney. He’s recently moved back to Chicago and is slow to settle in. He’s remodeling his condo and getting ready to open his law offices.
Amanda LeBlanc is a reputable sculptor who by happenstance meets David’s mother, Pamela at a dinner honoring a firefighter who Amanda had the opportunity to create a sculpture of. Pamela is into everything. Recently she has elected to get her husband’s firm involved in cold cases. Pamela overhears a detective speaking with Amanda at the benefit and decides she wants her husband’s firm to get involved in solving the cold case.
Pamela decides that David needs to get involved in something so she persuades him to convince Amanda to recreate the face from a scull that was discovered five years ago in an empty lot. Once David convinces Amanda to take on the case, her life blows up around her. Her apartment is condemned, her bank accounts are frozen and she finds herself falling for David. Not only is David dealing with family issues himself, Amanda is having to face the memories of her mother’s death and her desire to become a forensic artist.
The Rebel is full of suspense. Can they identify the woman whose skull has been sitting nameless for five years and give her a proper funeral? Can Amanda come to grips with her mother’s death? Can David develop a better relationship with his family? I highly recommend reading The Rebel. It is story about finding answers to the unknown and making amends with pasts. I’d like to disclose that I received a copy of The Rebel in exchange for a fair and honest review.
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