Spotlight & Giveaway: Dangerously Ours by Krista and Becca Ritchie

Today, HJ is pleased to share with you Krista and Becca Ritchie’s new release: Dangerously Ours

In the thrilling conclusion to the Webs We Weave series, ex-con artist Phoebe Graves must pull off the biggest grift she’s ever devised to keep her friends and family safe.

Conning the rich and fleeing to new cities is all ex-grifter Phoebe Graves has ever known—until she started building real relationships in a small yet wealthy Connecticut town. But she’s worried these new bonds won’t hold fast as more than one big bad wolf threatens to blow down those she loves most.

And now more than ever, she has a reason to stay in one place. Among them is Brayden “Rocky” Tinrock, her best friend’s older brother, who’s been a partner to Phoebe during every daring and exhilarating con. And then of course there’s Hailey Tinrock, her best friend, whose precious secret they’ll do anything to protect. . . .

As Phoebe and her family team up with the Tinrocks to fight for a chance at a home, they confront the demons of their pasts and must do the impossible . . . deceive the most cunning con artist they’ve ever known.

Enjoy an exclusive excerpt from Dangerously Ours 

Fuck the bus. Fuck Rhode Island (sorry if you live here). And fuck my creepy fucking birth father, who’s making me
check over my shoulder a hundred times a minute.
“He is so fucking weird,” I say harshly into my phone. “Not the interesting kind of weird, but the I-will-butcher-you-in-your-sleep type of fucked-up freak.”
“You want to drop another fuck?” Rocky snaps hotly. “You plan to pick it up for me?”
“Fuck no.”
My scowl pinches into a smile, but my power walking stride never loses blistering heat as I trek from the bus stop to Briny Pearl. I’m very late to the lunch with the godmothers and Hails on account of my lack of forethought about how painfully slow the bus would be.
“Let’s return to the part where you said you saw him,” Rocky says, his voice deep and coarse like harsh sandpaper against my ears.
Him. “That creep wishes he were as cool as Jason Voorhees.”

“Your sick fascination with the ugly fuck from Friday the 13th isn’t dispelling the father-daughter comparisons here.”
I skid to a full-blown halt right outside of Briny Pearl. I glare at the pirate ship wheel on the restaurant’s navy-blue siding. “I’m not like my dad. Take it back right now.”
“Only if you stay on topic. For fuck’s sake, Phebs. I’m going out of my mind picturing him tailing your bus.”
“Like I said, he was waiting at the bus stop in Victoria. I thought he was going to follow me on, but he just waved me goodbye with a creepy smirk.”
“Use another fucking adjective.”
I hate that I love Rocky’s aggravated, serrated edges. I might be a freak in the sense that I like being cut up by him, but I re-fuse to believe I share more than a genetic code with Varrick Wolfe. Personality, uh-uh—we are not the same. Not that we’re on speaking terms. He’s just done the stalkerish loitering thing.
I expel a molten breath. “Picture a fortysomething version of Christan Bale in American Psycho. That was his pompous, punchable smile.”
“Great. Did he know you were going to Newport?” Rocky asks.
“Unsure.” I fix the spaghetti strap to my slim pink dress, then bend at the knees to retie the loose ribbon on my white wedges. “He knew I was leaving Victoria to hop on the bus, at least. Maybe my mom told him. She’s been keeping in contact with Varrick.” It’s been a point of contention among me and my brothers and her, and I feel ill even imagining her spending two seconds with a man who murdered Rocky’s entire family.
What else is he capable of?
My skin crawls, and as I scan my surroundings, my body tightens in preparation to throw a fist, knee a groin, or run for my life. Luckily, I’m alone near the sunny entrance of the restaurant. Just me and some potted yellow daylilies.
“You didn’t think to call me on the bus?” Rocky questions.
It sounds like he’s power walking as angrily as I just was.
“I did think about it, and I thought that you would’ve followed me.” I hear the slam of a car door over the phone. It swells my lungs, knowing he’s quick to be there for me, but at the same time, this isn’t one of those cases where he should show up. “You can’t come here.” I hear the engine. “Rocky.”
“Give me one decent reason.”

Excerpt. ©Krista and Becca Ritchie. Posted by arrangement with the publisher. All rights reserved.
 
 

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Meet the Author:

​​Krista and Becca Ritchie are New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors and identical twins—one a science nerd, the other a comic book geek—but with their shared passion for writing, they combined their mental powers as kids and have never stopped telling stories. They love superheroes, flawed characters, and soul mate love.