Gravedigger Book Tour & Giveaway

Hunting a killer is easy. Learning to love is hard. 

Josephine ‘Jo’ Rayburn has no luck with love. Between the demands of her job as a homicide detective, finding the perfect yarn for her knitting projects, and her nosy family, she doesn’t have time to find her happily ever after, nor does she really believe it exists. Until she’s assigned to the Gravedigger task force where she meets Rhysian ‘Rhys’ Harrison, the sexy Coroner’s assistant.

Rhys Harrison thought he had found love with the perfect woman. But his parents’ deaths forced him to choose between his fiancée and caring for his brother, he chose his brother. His only regret, the medical degree he abandoned to work in the Coroner’s office. When the Gravedigger leaves his latest victim at the gates of a cemetery, Rhys and Jo are thrown together, her prickly personality interests him, but it’s her deeply hidden romantic side that captivates him.

After one of the task force members is shot, Rhys’s fears of losing Jo, like he’s lost so much already, threaten to rip them apart. Can she convince him that love is worth having no matter the risk? Or will he play it safe, leaving before his heart becomes too attached?

CeeRee Fields currently lives in Groningen, the Netherlands with her husband and cat. Since she was
born in Alabama and moved to the Netherlands, Dutch is not her first language which gets her into
mischief in various stores around town when she tries to speak it.
She loves writing, building worlds that her characters can explore and break if they feel the need. Action,
adventure and love are her favorite things. And when stuff gets blown up who says the guy is the only one
who gets to do it?

They rounded the corner and Jo released a startled gasp when Rhys led her to another booth. “And this is
the reason I wanted to bring you here.”
Her gaze bounced from all the colorful yarn in front of her, to him. She narrowed her eyes. “Did Sullivan
talk? Because if—”
“Sullivan knows?” Rhys held his palms up, shaking his head. “No, I kind of spied on you . . . sort of.”She took a careful step back. Could she have read him wrong? God, she had the absolute worst luck with
men.
“Get that look off your face. I wasn’t following— Wait, I kind of . . . Dammit.”
It was the first time she’d seen him at a loss for words and had heard him curse. He took a deep breath,
then released it as he rubbed his palms across the sides of his pants. Nervous was good . . . maybe.
Rhys’s gaze tangled with her and she read the sincerity in it. “I take my brother to the library on
Wednesdays. They sponsor a reading program, and I like him to have real books. Borrowing the books
teach him to take care of items, especially if he’s responsible for turning them back in or paying for
damages out of his allowance.”
“I thought I saw you on the escalator, but . . .” she trailed off unsure if she wanted him to know she’d
almost followed to see if the man really was Rhys. Jo hadn’t followed though, not wanting to embarrass
herself if she were wrong.
“Yeah, probably. I followed you—”
“And saw the knitting books. Crap.” Jo stepped into his space, jabbing a finger at him. “No telling
anyone. Sullivan knows, but I have enough blackmail video of him that he won’t ever spill.”
“I’m not going to tell anyone, Jo. I mean I don’t get why it’s a big secret—” Rhys’s hand caught hers,
linking them together again.
People who didn’t work in law enforcement rarely understood the weird sense of humor and pranks that
occurred because of it. “If any of my coworkers know, I’ll get orders showing up on my desk for knitted
speedos, with sizes I’m sure—”
“Are you kidding?” Rhys’s mouth fell open when she shook her head.
“With just the Digger case, Sullivan and I have gotten three different adverts for zombie apocalypse
survival kits. Not to mention a few axes, and tons of emails with videos on how to survive a zombie
attack.”
“I thought cops had more important things to do.”
Jo snorted. “They do, but they also know levity keeps you from sinking into the deepest darkest hole you
can find. We see the absolute worst humanity has to offer. Grandmothers killing grandkids because they
were high. Or parents selling their kids. Kids shooting parents or other family members. If someone can
dream it up, we’ve seen it.”
He gently pulled her close, cradling her in his arms. Safe. His chest was solid under her cheek. His heart a
steady beat in her ear, she stifled a gasp at how right he felt.
“I know. I’ve only worked for Jim for a few months and I already know I’m not cut out for it.”

Gathering her composure, Jo kept their hands linked and leaned back. “You wanted to be a doctor? I
thought I heard that.”
“Yes, a pediatrician.” His thin lips softened from the hard-flat line they’d been in. “I planned to go into
practice with a couple of friends I’d met in school. One was studying to be an OBGYN and the two others
were studying general medicine. I wanted to help kids.”
“And what stopped you?”
“My parents died, and I needed to take care of Rian.” Rhys set her away from him. “And this is
depressing. How about we get off these subjects and back on this amazing yarn.”
Deciding to go along with him, Jo turned and fell into her second love. Knitting. Jo wanted to dig into all
the questions she had: why Rhys quit medical school, why he’d taken a job at the Coroner’s office and
why he still drove his father’s car after they’d been dead for two years, she tamped down the urge.
Focusing on his smiles and laughter. But especially the bubbly feeling of happiness he drew so
effortlessly from her.

 

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