Death Legacy by Jacqueline Seewald
After what appears to be a chance encounter with handsome young psychiatrist Dr. Daniel Reiner in the south of France, beautiful and elegant intelligence consultant Michelle Hallam decides to refer her new client to him for help coping with the recent and mysterious death of her husband, an employee of the CIA. However, Michelle soon finds herself investigating the death with Daniel in tow, who is too smitten to leave her alone. As the pair slowly uncover information related to the death, while at the same time struggling to figure out their complicated relationship, they find themselves in increasing danger from those who wish to keep the death shrouded in mystery. It isn’t long before Michelle is investigating more than just one murder, and also desperately trying to keep her and Daniel from being next.
But she found Daniel upstairs in the apartment when she retired from the office for the day. He’d been busy, she observed. The table was set with an Irish linen cloth, plates, glasses, and flatware. There was a centerpiece of red roses. Classical music was playing on the stereo. And something smelled awfully good. She began to salivate like Pavlov’s dog. Food was not one of her priorities, but she suddenly found herself truly hungry.
Seeing Daniel at the stove caused her to gasp. There he was naked except for an apron tied around his waist, stirring a pot of spaghetti. And looking so sexy her bones felt in danger of melting.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Her voice was shrill.
“Cooking my specialty. I do Italian very well, Brooklyn-style. Your secretaries helped me. Anita picked up a few things. I thought it would be a nice surprise.”
“You used my secretaries on company time?”
“They thought it was very romantic.” The smile was devastating. How did he manage to look handsomer each time she saw him?
“I should dock them both on their salaries.”
“Don’t be so grumpy, sweetheart. Why don’t you come over here and sample my sauce.”
“You’re not wearing any clothes.” She felt like a fool stating the obvious.
“That’s a blatant untruth. I’ve got this apron around me, don’t I?”
The warmth of his eyes sucked her in, luring her. “Why are you nude?”
“I can tell you’re great at interrogation. I’m protecting my clothes. Spaghetti and meatballs get messy. You don’t mind that I borrowed this apron, do you? It’s frilly for my tastes, but it was the only one I could find. In fact, I’m surprised I found even this. Women don’t wear aprons anymore, do they? Symbolic of subjugation, I suppose. And you’re such a liberated woman. But I don’t mind being subjugated as long as it’s by you. Still, if you don’t like me wearing it, too effeminate for your tastes, I’ll just remove it.” He started to untie the apron.
“No,” she quickly assured him, “do leave it on. It’s quite becoming on you, actually.”
“Good,” he said with a teasing smile, “I was sure you’d get used to it. Maybe I’ll start a new trend.”
“Somehow I doubt that very much.”
“Dinner’s almost ready. Why don’t you relax, change into something comfortable while I serve the salad.”
“I’m fine, thanks,” she said stiffly.
“Liar. No, you’re not. Plus, I promised you a massage and never gave it to you. You’re wound tight as a violin string.” He moved toward her.
“Please, don’t touch me.” She retreated from him.
“What are you so afraid of, Michelle, ma belle?”
“Bertram’s right. You’re nothing but a pest.” God, she sounded bitchy! She felt like crying but kept a tight lid on her emotions.
He placed his hands theatrically over his heart. “Ouch! Direct hit. You consider me a liability. I understand. I disagree with you, but I do understand. I don’t know martial arts. On the other hand, I do know other things.”
“Could it be you were president of your debate team?”
“Some people think I have a way with words and ideas. Right now, I think you’re one of the walking wounded and won’t admit it. Let me help you relax.” His mellifluous voice was rich and soothing. He almost had her convinced.
“Daniel, what happened between us the last time we were here was a mistake for both of us. We don’t want the same things. It must never happen again.”
“Wanting you is not a mistake for me.” He reached out and took her hand, pulling her toward the couch, then seated her on his lap. “Maybe it’s time I took this thing off,” he said.
The apron went with an easy toss. She took a deep breath, feeling beneath her the hard evidence of his desire. She arched her back against him. It was perfect rapture.
“Ride me,” he urged.
And she did. She rode him hard and long until they both shattered into myriad glittering shards, until they breathlessly fell together lying sweaty and tangled in each other’s arms on the sofa.
Much, much later, they ate overcooked spaghetti and slightly burned meatballs in relative silence. No meal had ever been so delicious.
Q: Romance readers have a lot of choices these days. What makes Death Legacy stand out in the crowd?
A: Death Legacy is a romance suspense and a mystery novel. It features a role reversal from typical spy novels as the woman is the tough, strong character and the man plays the nurturing, supportive role.
Q: We like to include our favorite quote in our reviews of the books we read. What is your favorite quote from Death Legacy?
A: My favorite quote from Death Legacy is:
Her neck hurt. She touched her throat. Her hand came away with blood. There was a lovely scarf in the pocket of her suit jacket. She brought it out now and arranged the accessory to hide the unsightly cut.
About Jacqueline Seewald
Jacqueline Seewald is a multiple award-winning author that has taught writing courses at the university level as well as high school English. She also worked as an academic librarian and school librarian. Fifteen of her books of fiction have been published, along with numerous of her short stories, poems, essays, reviews and articles. She enjoys spending time with family and friends when she isn’t writing. In addition, she is a playwright, a landscape painter and a lover of many types of music.