(MSRP: 10.9900)
Also available in digital formats
FBI Agency brass and Sullivan family connections force Special Agent Bobbie Leighton into an undercover operation with inactive Homicide Detective Joe Sullivan. Posing as a wealthy Texas cattleman and his arm-candy wife the two are assigned to infiltrate Bradley Sterling’s black-market operation. Suspected of baby trafficking, Sterling may be connected with Jimmy Sullivan’s murder. How do Bobbie and Joe adhere to their professional code of conduct living under the same roof? Can they forget their personal history, ignore their volatile feelings for each other and ensnare their target when they might be next on Sterling’s victims list
180 Pages
Spicy
Print ISBN 1-60154-544-4
Excerpt:
"You want hot? I'll give you hot." In one swift motion she picked up a mug off the table and whipped it towards him, a perfect strike.
Lucky for him he still held his jacket in his hand. He swept it up like a toreador in front of his face. The coat took the brunt of the hit, but hot liquid splattered on his hands.
"Ouch. Damn. Stop it." He dropped the wet coat on the floor. His hands burned and he wiped them on his thighs to stop the heat. It had the opposite effect on his arousal.
Her eyes whipped around, apparently searching for something else to throw at him and tugged at the pillow on the back of the sofa. When it didn't give, she hopped up on the seat cushion and yanked at it harder. If she realized how seductive she looked, she'd stop doing that. A glimpse of lace panties made him groan.
"Honey, add a sorority sister and a little water on the front of your T-shirt and you have everyman's wet dream. You're killing me here."
The fury mounted on her face and he laughed.
She stepped down from the couch and stormed off to the kitchen.
"I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you." No response from the kitchen.
Gathering together the launched items, he stacked the books and magazines on the coffee table and tucked her shoes beneath. He kicked off his shoes and placed them in a neat pair next to hers before settling on the couch.
It's fun to goad her. "While you're in there could you grab me a beer?"
Realizing a little too late why she had marched to the kitchen, a plate swished past inches from his ear and crashed against the bookcase.
