Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos by Carolyn Laroche

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Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos

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By

Carolyn LaRoche

Book 1 of the Secret Lives Series – 225 pages (print)

Romantic intrigue- the only sex is between the husband and wife and not explicit

Carolyn LaRoche grew up in snow country but fled the cold and ice several years ago. She now lives

near the beach with her husband, their two boys, two finicky cats and one old dog. When she is not

at the baseball field cheering on big hits and home runs, she is busy teaching science to unwilling

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Every woman has secrets, and Cyndi Mills is no exception…

Cyndi has a beautiful daughter, and her husband Jason is totally hot for her, but something is

missing. As a cop, Jason is extremely vigilant about safety and security, and Cyndi longs for

some time to herself, so she takes a Friday night job.

Jason thinks she’s cleaning offices, when she’s actually dancing in a red bustier and six-inch

stilettos at a club called Sugar Shakers, something only her three best friends, also police

When club employees start disappearing, the truth comes out…

A young runaway, Jade, and a military widow, Lola, vanish, and Lola’s body is later found in

the ocean. Cyndi begins investigating—with some help from her friends—but when

anonymous threats put her daughter in jeopardy, she has no choice but to confess her lie to

Jason, rocking their previously solid marriage.

Jason is furious, but Cyndi has to ask for even more if she hopes to solve the mystery…

Cyndi convinces Jason to sign her up as a confidential informant, and she officially goes

undercover at the club, while Jason struggles to control his jealousy. As the evidence mounts

and the danger becomes all too real, Jason fights to keep Cyndi safe.

But no amount of security can protect someone when lies are more common

than the truth and no one is who they appear to be.

“When does a secret become a lie?”

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Jason leaned against the counter, arms folded across his chest. She recognized that

look immediately. He was doing the cop thing, analyzing her, and she could tell he knew

something didn’t add up. His left eyebrow rose just a tad higher than the right as he studied

her. “Why do you have glitter in your hair?”

Cyndi shook her hair and a shower of glitter rained down on her sweatshirt. Damn.

Somehow she had missed a boat load of sparkle. Damn, that stuff got everywhere.

“Jody brought her daughter’s costume for a dance recital to work so I could help her

fix a tear. It was all covered in sparkles. The damn stuff got on everything. Had to go back

over the carpets with the sweeper twice and I’m still not sure we got it all.”

Jason continued to stare down at her from his full six feet of height. His stare was

laser sharp, his presence imposing. It was no wonder he was so good at catching the bad guy.

Hardened criminals squirmed under the intensity of that stare. Hopefully he couldn’t see

through her despite the fact she felt as transparent as the shower curtain hanging in their

“You think Harper is going to want to do that stuff?”

“Harper is four. It’s a little early to predict if she will be a dancer or a swimmer

“Yeah, well, I just don’t want that glittery stuff all over the house. The guys won’t ever

let me live it down, I show up to work all sparkly like that.” He shook his head.

Cyndi stepped closer to her husband and wrapped her arms around him. “I’m

exhausted, honey. How about we go to bed?”

Jason hugged her close. “You gonna wear a little French maid’s outfit like you do

when you clean those offices?”

“Can’t fault a guy for trying.” Jason’s grin was a sharp contrast to his earlier scrutiny.

He pulled out the neckline of her top and peered down into it. “Come on. I know you gotta

Thank God she had changed in to her old white bra from the discount store and left

her bustier at work. Stepping back, Cyndi held her arms out and spun around slowly. “You’re

looking at it, baby. Doesn’t my ratty old sweatshirt turn you on?”

“Not as much as a little maid’s outfit would. It’s nearly Halloween. Maybe I ought to

pick one up for you to wear at work. You know, so you don’t mess up your own clothes.”

“Ohhh, Jason… you are such a guy!”

“You would rather I be such a girl?”

“Of course, not! Just don’t be so obvious about being a man all the time.” Cyndi filled

a glass of water from the tap, drank it in one gulp, then placed her used cup in the sink before

heading toward their bedroom. “Come on, cop man. You play your cards right I might let you

frisk me before we go to sleep.”

Cyndi heard light switches flip, door chains sliding and the announcement that the

house emergency alarm was being set. Jason rushed through his nightly round of safety

checks as he yelled to her from various locations around the house.

“Do you have anything on you that might hurt me?” Snap went the deadbolt on the

front door. “Needles, knives, or guns?” Click went the security latch on the sliding door to the

back yard. “Do I need gloves or cuffs…?”

“Not sure you’re gonna need gloves but cuffs might be fun,” she called back as she

climbed out of her clothes and dropped into the cool sheets.

1Thank you, Pamaceeve, for having me as a guest on your blog today. I am very excited to share with

your readers the first book in my Secret Lives series, Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos. I’ve had a lot of

people ask about the title and the premise behind the book. I realize that the whole concept of a

woman married to a cop getting away with what Cyndi did for so many weeks may seem a bit

unrealistic. As much as there is a place in the world for serious fiction and tear jerkers, I like to think

that there is a need for fun and humour as well. Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos was written to

entertain, make people laugh and root for the good guys.

The idea for this book came from a conversation I had with some friends. We were online, joking

around in a group chat, much like Cyndi and her friends do in the book and someone mentioned that

I should write about a bunch of women who are friends like we are. That simple comment morphed

into an entire series about a group of friends who seemed to be magnets for trouble and sexy men

in uniform. Tossing in the awesome soundtrack of 1980’s rock and roll and a cast of colourful

background characters made it the perfect fun read for the beach or the couch on a rainy day.

The entire Secret Lives series takes that same humorous approach to love and mystery solving. Cyndi

and Jason are already married for ten years in the book and they are crazy about each other, in and

out of the bedroom where Jason’s job as a police officer creeps into everything he does, even

seduction. This part of the plot is important to me as I wanted to write a book- actually a series of

books- where the hero and heroine were older and more established in life than the typical single

twenty or thirty somethings that are often found in romance books. A fulfilling intimacy doesn’t have

to disappear at the age of forty- something Cyndi and Jason definitely portray. The second book in

the series, In the Shadow of the Shield, releases next month and in it, Diana shows the world that a

second chance at love and romance mid-life is possible. Life doesn’t end at forty and books with

couples in middle age can be just as fun and engaging as those with twenty five year olds. Maybe

better- experience comes with age like taste with a fine wine.

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