He’s an arrogant, stubborn, immovable object blocking crime reporter Kat Coe from the story she’s determined to tell—about the savage slaying of a wealthy Texas heiress.

 Detective T. J. Callahan is one to drool over. But his sole focus is finding the killers, and Kat’s news stories are getting in his way.

“There’d be no news if all reporters did was swallow your crap. The people have the right to know.”

 He stops and turns to face me with a fry-in-hell glare.

 “The people also have the right to a properly conducted police investigation. You just blew the hell out of any chance of that.”

They both have an unexpected problem: from the moment their eyes meet, there’s a connection.

His brows twist. He squints, staring at me as if he’s trying to crawl behind my eyes.

“Do I know you?”

 Regaining my wherewithal, I tap my finger to my chest.

 “Me? No.”

 What makes him ask that?

 But she feels it, too.

As their conflicts escalate and the investigation deepens, so does their bond—tangled in dreams Kat can’t explain. She starts to question everything: her instincts, her memories, and the man who feels like home.

You. Again. is a romantic suspense crime novel that explores the fragility of the presumption of innocence, the ethics of journalism, and the possibility that some connections transcend time.

 Set in 1980s Texas, it’s a collision between a stubborn detective and a relentless crime reporter—over a brutal murder… and a connection neither can explain.

 For fans of Sandra Brown and Linda Howard.