"EXPOSURE"-- fun and involving romantic suspense story from Susan Anderson features a hunky hero with a hook--that's right, one hand and one hook--Sheriff Elvis Donnelly--we need more heroes named Elvis!

Exposure 

Port Flannery is a harbor town off the coast of Washington state--quiet, picturesque, and just big enough to hide in for a while. At least that's what Emma Sands hopes when she takes a room above the local cafe. In Port Flannery, no one knows why Emma and her young daughter fled New Orleans. No one can guess how terrified she is that the danger she and Gracie left behind is drawing nearer every day.

Emma's right to be scared. Even as she finds new friends and an unexpected ally in the rugged, compelling Sheriff Elvis Donnelly, her old life is waiting to intrude. Because the obsession that drove her from New Orleans will track her down anywhere, even a place as remote as this. And this time, there will be nowhere left to run. . .

MY REVIEW:  "EXPOSURE" is a fun and involving romantic suspense story from Susan Anderson features a hunky hero with a hook--that's right, one hand and one hook. Sheriff Elvis Donnelly (we need more heroes named Elvis) is six-feet-six of solid muscle with laser-blue eyes and thick, dark hair. He also has a metal hook in place of one hand, and an angry, jagged scar on his handsome face. When a car bomb ended his big city law enforcement career, Elvis returned to his Washington state hometown of Port Flannery and became the local sheriff. Always an outcast, due to his size and his mother's reputation as a prostitute, Elvis' injuries and scars have made him even more of a loner. That all changes when a sassy blonde with a sexy Southern drawl and an irresistible young daughter storm into his life and move into the same boarding house where he lives. Emma Sands and her daughter Gracie left New Orleans in the rear view mirror and came across country to find a safe and secure new life. Elvis' lawman sensibilities are on full alert as he tries to learn more about Emma and her daughter's move so far from their home. His male awareness of the bodacious and beautiful Emma adds fuel to the fire, and he also finds himself twisted around the tiny little finger of the adorable Gracie. The big man falls in a big way, but he is afraid to trust that Emma sees him as a whole, strong man, not just a wounded warrior in need of tender loving care. When it comes to TLC, Elvis gives as good as he gets! Threats from Emma's past and unresolved issues between Elvis and his mother are roadblocks in the way of the true happiness of a man, a woman, and a child who deserve a second chance at a life fulfilled. Great characters make this a very enjoyable read.

Susan Andersen

"I grew up in a household with two brothers, a daddy, and my grandfather. Too many men, in other words. They diluted M'ma's influence by diverting my attention to things like the danger of answering nature's call in the dead of the night. I've got a hint for those of you raised in a less spit-and-scratch world: check before you sit, because chances are that seat is gonna be up. And they don't even have the grace to be embarrassed about it. According to my sweet baby boy, if you're the minority sex in the household, you oughtta be putting it up for them. Sigh.

Having brothers was a mixed bag. When anybody messed with me they were always quick with an offer to beat them up. That was sorta nice, although I personally believe it had more to do with the fact that guys just like to fight than with any towering concern for my welfare. You might think that's cynical but guess who the target was if no one else was around and they were tired of fighting each other? I must've spent half my childhood locked in the bathroom, screaming, "Dad's gonna get you when he gets home." I know, I know, nobody likes a stoolie. But it was either that or have my block knocked off on a regular basis, and trust me, Daddy was the best deterrent going.

A smart woman probably would've gone away to an all-girl school or moved in with some girlfriends at the first opportunity. Me, I got married to my high school sweetie. And the tradition continues. Our only kid (who hasn't been a kid for quite some time now) is the aforementioned sweet baby boy, and except for an Irish setter we had for eleven years a long time ago, even our pets have all been male. I just try to stay afloat whenever I find myself in the deep end of the testosterone pool, and if you don't think that isn't a trial sometimes, I'm here to tell you- it can be hell.

Then again, it can also be heaven. In fact, it mostly is. But listen, don't tell my guys I 'fessed up to that, okay? Trust me, it's difficult enough already, just trying to stay one step ahead of the game."

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