Not Looking for Trouble (paperback)












ISBN Print: 978-1-60154-848-1
Page Count: 292
Word Count: 87099
Rating: Sensual (PG-PG13)


(MSRP: 13.9900)

How could someone not looking for trouble stumble upon it so easily? Susan Kent wonders this exact thing when she finds the man of her dreams, only to discover that he lives in a nightmare of his own making.

Jake Kelley thought he found the peace and simplicity he'd been looking for all his life. But in bringing Susan into his world, is he only dragging her down instead of pulling himself up?

The dark underworld of gangland Chicago throbs with intrigue, thrills and danger--those who venture there seldom leave intact…if they leave at all.

(Pages 292) Sensual
ISBN: 1-60154-848-6

Excerpt:

“Gee! This is one swanky car you’ve got here,” I exclaimed. “I bet you could get to almost fifty miles an hour in this buggy!”

“I’ve gotten it up to seventy-five,” he told me with a proud look on his face.

“Seventy-five? Jeepers, I can’t even imagine going that fast. It makes my head spin, just thinking about it.”

“Maybe someday we’ll go out in the country, and I’ll take you for a ride. But right now, you have to tell me where you live, or we won’t be going anywhere.”

I gave him directions, and it seemed all too soon we were pulling up in front of my building.

Jake set the brake and leaned back in the seat. “I’m sorry we missed the picture tonight.”

I turned in my seat to better see his face. “I’m not sorry. I had a really nice time just sitting and talking to you. It was fun.”

“I had fun, too. I don’t think I’ve ever done that before, just sat and talked to someone for hours, I mean. It seems like everyone I know thinks they have to be out doing something noisy or wild to have a good time. Maybe we could do this again…sometime soon.”

“I’d like that,” I said and, believe me, I meant it.

I should have just gotten out of the car then and there, but there was just enough light from the street lamp outside to see his face. My eyes met his, and I just couldn’t seem to look away. He leaned in close to me, and the next thing I knew, he was kissing me. It wasn’t that it didn’t feel nice, because it did. It felt really nice, if you want to know the truth. But only fast girls kissed on the first date, and I was not fast.

That’s why I hauled off and slapped him across the face.




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