By Hook or By Crook

ISBN Digital: 978-1-61217-735-9
ISBN Print: 978-1-61217-734-2
Page Count: 322
Word Count: 83028
Rating: Spicy(PG13)

Heiress Ivy Smithson is determined to keep her flaky sister from making the worst mistake of her life: marrying the wrong man. Clearly, the guy is just after the family's money.

To stop her, Ivy teams up with her father's gorgeous, wisecracking, and supremely difficult security consultant, ex-cop Joe Dunham. Ivy's way too uptight to be his style, but she's had his attention from the first -- maybe because Joe always pays attention where women are concerned. Bickering all the way, off they go on a mission to Vegas to track down Ivy's sister and stop the wedding.

When Ivy and Joe anger the wrong people, their lives get dangerous, but guns and gangsters aren't the only threat they face. Ivy knows Joe isn't her type, so why does falling for the wrong guy feel very, very right?

Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 322
Word Count: 83028
978-1-61217-734-2 Paperback
978-1-61217-735-9 Digital


“So you’ve won the bet. What’s your prize going to be?”

His green eyes glittered. Her pulse pounded, intoxicated by his nearness and the possibilities and pitfalls of claiming her prize. She hadn’t even thought about what forfeit she would demand. On the PA, a soulful old song started, one of her favorites, “Tell It Like It Is,” by the Neville Brothers. It was a welcome change from the country tunes the jukebox had been pumping out all night. Past the pool tables, couples moved together on a tiny dance floor.

“Dance with me,” she said on impulse.

“What? Now?”

“Sure. I like this song.”

“I’m not much of a dancer,” he hedged.

“Too bad. That’s your forfeit.”

His eyes narrowed as he took her hand. “Come on.”

They staked out a small corner of the dance floor, settling into a slow rhythm to the accompaniment of the pulsing piano line. Ivy tried to keep him at an arms’ length, but Joe pulled her close until their bodies brushed. Sort of a metaphor for how things had gone since they met, Ivy thought with a trace of panic. She tried to keep him at a distance, but he reeled her in relentlessly, using her desire for him to overcome her doubts.

“So you like this song?” he asked, speaking softly in her ear.

The timbre of his low tone sent shivers down her neck. Her breasts brushed against the swell of his chest. Even the fleeting contact heated her body. She slid one hand slowly from his upper arm.

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