{"id":6922,"date":"2017-05-08T01:05:50","date_gmt":"2017-05-08T05:05:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/?p=6922"},"modified":"2017-05-05T19:52:07","modified_gmt":"2017-05-05T23:52:07","slug":"cailin-briste-it-takes-a-cat-burglar-a-thief-in-love-suspense-romance","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/?p=6922","title":{"rendered":"Cailin Briste – It Takes a Cat Burglar: A Thief in Love Suspense Romance"},"content":{"rendered":"

Hi, I\u2019m Cailin Briste, and I have big news to share. It Takes a Cat Burglar: A Thief in Love Romance<\/em> is now available for sale at Amazon for $2.99 and in Kindle Unlimited for FREE.<\/p>\n

It Takes a Cat Burglar: A Thief in Love Suspense Romance<\/em><\/p>\n

https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Cailin-Briste\/e\/B00GSX9QVW\/<\/a><\/p>\n

By Cailin Briste<\/p>\n

Add it on Goodreads.<\/a><\/p>\n

Blurb:<\/p>\n

When Darcelle Lebeau throws off the invisible chains that keep her bound to her family, she discovers a new vocation. Tempted to enter the illegal playground of a man she nicknames Matou, she becomes a cat burglar in training. Deeply ensnared with each task he entices her to fulfill, she fails to discover his identity and true intentions.<\/p>\n

Sebastian St. Croix, a wealthy businessman, has a dark side. He\u2019s a thief, a cat burglar who steals art and historical objects. For one year, he trains Darcelle to become his assistant, remaining incognito, observing her from afar. His admiration grows along with his desire for her with every phase-one challenge she completes. Phase two will test the limits of his control. Hands-on personal training? Yes. Sex? No. With his sister\u2019s happiness at stake, nothing, not even the tempting Darcelle Lebeau, can interfere with accomplishing the biggest break-in of his career.<\/p>\n

Excerpt:<\/p>\n

Darcelle\u2019s reflection stared back at her from the solid mirror that covered the side of the Jepsen Building where she hung, suspended twelve hundred feet above the city sidewalk. Anger and determination filled the charcoal-gray eyes of her mirror image. Even as an infant, the darkness integral to her nature must have peered out of round, solemn baby eyes that weren\u2019t the expected dark brown of her mother and father or the amber of her twin sister. No, she\u2019d been born with eyes best described as a grayish mist. With each passing year, they\u2019d grown darker. Someday they might rival the night sky that tonight was a wash of black pushed back by the ineffectual streetlights below and the pale serenity of a waning moon. The skull cap she wore covered the braids she\u2019d used to tame her masses of kinky cinnamon curls.<\/p>\n

No breeze stirred the night air, for which she was thankful. The micro-cable anchored to the sidewalk didn\u2019t allow for much sway as the winch above pulled her higher. The noise of traffic wafted up like a soundtrack to another reality.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

She swung a leg over the ledge surrounding the roof of the building. Sunrise was less than an hour away, but for now, the wealthy residents of the Jepsen slept below her, convinced that the security they spent thousands of credits on created an impenetrable barrier around them. She smirked, satisfied she was about to prove them wrong. The latest antiskimmer technology may prevent aircars from landing, but it didn\u2019t keep out birds or, as in her case, people who avoided the domed security field by slipping under it at the edge of the building\u2019s roof.<\/p>\n

Security plans always had holes. Her day job at the Art et Antiquit\u00e9s Institut de la S\u00e9curit\u00e9 was to close those she discovered in her client\u2019s protection profiles, or at least render them too small to be exploited. Your average cat burglar couldn\u2019t accomplish what she was attempting. The mirrored facade of the building resisted any attachments, so any of the standard slick surface anchors were worthless, as were the nonslip soles of her shoes. It was worse than trying to climb on ice.<\/p>\n

Over the last year Darcelle had honed her skills to surpass those of the typical thief. The instructions she received before each job had included training exercises and detailed steps for committing each robbery. It was as though she was being mentored by a master thief, a man she\u2019d never seen much less met or spoken with. Notes were his sole means of communication, written in a flowing script that was both masculine and artistic.<\/p>\n

This was the most difficult assignment she\u2019d received. She couldn\u2019t land on the top of the building, she couldn\u2019t climb the side, and attempting to penetrate through an entrance was equally impossible. Not a problem.<\/p>\n

The surface of the roof was covered in fine-grain sand. She dropped from the ledge, squatting to avoid skidding and falling on her ass. The bands of her harness burned as though they were embedded in her skin. She snapped the releases and pulled the harness off, rubbing between her legs and over her lower butt cheeks. The painful part of this operation was over. She let the harness fall next to the winch. When the break-in was discovered, they\u2019d find the hoist chem-sealed to the ledge of the Jepsen\u2019s roof. Let the security guards figure that out. It hadn\u2019t taken her long the previous night to use a gravity drone to slip it under the security field and drop it onto the ledge. The breakable containers filled with chems on the winch\u2019s underside had smashed, allowing the contents to mix and bond the winch to the stone, and the hoist had been ready to use.<\/p>\n

She turned, squinting across the roof at an aircar circling in the distance. Time to get indoors.<\/p>\n

About Cailin:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cailin has been writing fiction for six years and non-fiction for two decades. Her non-fiction work has been published in magazines and in a non-fiction anthology. She\u2019s a member of Romance Writers of America, the RWA Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal Chapter, and the RWA Passionate Ink Chapter.<\/p>\n

Cailin likes to flip convention on its head, creating a universe in which each planet is a study in different what ifs. What would happen to alpha men on a matriarchal planet? How would society handle it if girls born on their new planet developed empathic senses?<\/p>\n

She is currently writing the third book in her Sons of Tallav sci-fi erotic romance series. Shane: Marshal of Tallav<\/em> and Maon: Marshal of Tallav<\/em> were released in 2016 by Loose Id. She\u2019s also working on a novella for an SFR Shooting Stars anthology tentatively title Educated by the Master<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Social Media Links:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Website http:\/\/cailinbriste.com\/<\/a><\/p>\n

Blog http:\/\/cailinbriste.com\/category\/all-posts\/<\/a><\/p>\n

Street Team http:\/\/cailinbriste.com\/cailins-street-team\/<\/a><\/p>\n

Twitter http:\/\/twitter.com\/CailinBriste<\/a><\/p>\n

Facebook https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/cailinbriste\/<\/a><\/p>\n

Google+ https:\/\/plus.google.com\/u\/0\/102592935378667862505<\/a><\/p>\n

Pinterest https:\/\/www.pinterest.com\/cailinbriste\/<\/a><\/p>\n

Goodreads https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/author\/show\/7413817.Cailin_Briste<\/a><\/p>\n

Bookbub https:\/\/www.bookbub.com\/authors\/cailin-briste<\/a><\/p>\n

Amazon https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Cailin-Briste\/e\/B00GSX9QVW<\/a><\/p>\n

Newsletter http:\/\/cailinbriste.com\/cailins-newsletter-sign-up\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Hi, I’m Cailin Briste, and I have big news to share. It Takes a Cat Burglar: A Thief in Love Romance is now available for sale at Amazon for $2.99 and in Kindle Unlimited for FREE. It Takes a Cat Burglar: A Thief in Love Suspense Romance https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Cailin-Briste\/e\/B00GSX9QVW\/ By Cailin Briste Add it on Goodreads….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6935,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[828,1,5],"tags":[794],"class_list":["post-6922","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-cailin-briste","category-general","category-guest-bloggers","tag-featured"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6922","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6922"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6922\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6936,"href":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6922\/revisions\/6936"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/6935"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6922"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6922"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6922"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}