Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos
By Carolyn LaRoche
Book 1 of the Secret Lives Series – 225 pages (print)
Romantic intrigue – the sex is between 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 teenagers.
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Thank you, Room With Books, for having me back to visit. I am very excited about my recent release, Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos, book one of the Secret Lives series. There are many quirky things in the book that make it as much a fun read as it was fun to write.
Seven Interesting Facts About Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos
- Sugar Shakers is not a real club. It was created solely from my imagination. What is real is the laws in Virginia that prevent dancers from ever actually undressing fully on stage. Cyndi’s annoyance at everyone’s assumption that she is a stripper is justified! Lady Liberty keeps her clothes on – on stage, at least. Her husband generally has other ideas.
- Cyndi’s online chats with her friends are based on a real life group of women, all married to police officers like Cyndi and her friends that chat regularly, sometimes in the wee hours of the night. (The book is actually dedicated to this amazing group of women)
- Johnny the bartender never actually finds a woman that understands his quirks. Sadly, he was forced to give up his satin and lace habit by rule of the warden.
- The ocean front and boardwalk area of Virginia Beach are a thriving tourist destination during the spring and summer months but become almost as deserted as a ghost town when the temperatures drop. Most of the businesses shutter their doors and windows for the winter. You can still drop by Forbes Candy for the best salt water taffy in the world though – even in January.
- Cyndi chose a special song for her husband during her last night at the club. Although he was angry about her sneaking around, I have it on good authority that she saved those red stilettos and that dance routine for a later date.
- Jason is a unique husband: a bit overprotective, somewhat jaded by the world he lives in and believes himself to be a master of seduction. As long as by seduction you mean handcuffing someone and reading them their rights…Jason seems to like this bit of role play.
- It is not actually in the code books that if a husband and wife argue, they have to have make-up sex…perhaps it’s in Jason’s personal playbook though…
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 wives, know.
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.
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 bathroom.
“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 or…whatever.”
“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 wear some kinda uniform!”
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.