"In The sex is hot, the couples are loving and the plot thrives on intrigue!"
Reviewed by Darlene Kendall
Posted February 15, 2012
Romance Erotica Sensual
Gabriel Black, youngest child of the infamous con man Tobias
Black followed in his father's footsteps except he is much
better at it. When the FBI set him up, he agrees to help
them catch the criminal bosses that have setup business in
his hometown. He could care less what the FBI want, his
agenda is to protect his family especially his father who
they believe is involved in criminal activities. Someone is
setting up his father and he intends to find out whom and
stop them. His brother's wedding nuptials are the perfect
excuse to return. Agent Danita Cruz worked hard to erase her past and make
something of herself. Being part of the task force is only a
stepping stone up the ladder which is why she can work with
Gabriel despite what he thinks about her. After they arrive
Danita discovers the real man behind the mask and Gabriel
learns that she is not person he originally thought she was.
Pretending to be lovers soon becomes a strain as the
simmering attraction which began when they first met keeps
interfering with the investigation. All too soon the danger
escalates to a level which places everyone he loves at risk
including Danita. In SEX, LIES AND VALENTINE, the sex is hot, the couples are
loving and the plot thrives on intrigue as Ms. Weber weaves
together the threads of love and family that brought readers
a series worth keeping.
SUMMARY
Con artist Gabriel Black just got busted. By a babe.
Drool-worthy (and clearly sneaky) FBI agent Danita Cruz is
forcing Gabriel to choose between hard time and scamming his
own family for an undercover sting. Now he has to present
Danita to his family as his girlfriend. And it's the
perfect opportunity to get wickedly even with her.... But Danita has some tricks of her own, and Gabriel's control
begins slipping away as raw sexual energy takes over. Their
sham relationship starts feeling a lot like...well, the real
deal. The Big Question is, will overwhelming desire be
enough to make a liar go legit?
ExcerptGabriel Black leaned back against the rich teak of the bar
and smiled with satisfaction. At his elbow was a glass of
the finest aged Scotch. His suit was Armani, his shoes were
Fer-ragamo and his shirt was silk. In his pocket was the key
to millions in internet stocks. Not bad for a Thursday night.A natural born gambler, he had a talent for winning. And he
had a feeling that tonight's win was gonna be a big one.
"Buy me a drink?" He glanced over and offered the pouty redhead with a set of
dangerous curves a long look. With a flick of his finger, he
motioned to the bartender to bring her whatever she wanted.
As Moe placed a flute of champagne next to her, Gabriel
offered a charming smile and tilted his head toward the men
who'd just walked in the door. "I've got a few things to take care of," he told the
redhead. With one eye still on the mark, he leaned over and
ran the back of his index finger along the shoulder left
bare by her strapless glittery dress. "Enjoy your champagne,
keep my seat warm and when I'm finished we'll take the rest
of that bottle back to my room." "I'll look forward to that," she purred, touching the tip of
her tongue to the crystal flute before sliding onto the
velvet covered barstool. For just one second, Gabriel was distracted. He leaned over
and took the glass from her, twisted it to drink from the
same place her lips had been, marked by a crimson smear of
lipstick. The champagne exploded on his tongue. Just like he
figured the sex would later. "Tasty," he murmured, handing back the glass. With a quick wink, he turned away and scanned the room.
Instantly, his gaze found his mark and his partner settling
into a booth in the corner. Just like that, the redhead was as good as gone in his mind.
One of Gabriel's strengths was his ability to ignore
anything that stood between him and his goal. And as much as
he adored women, they had their place. In his bed, against
the wall, rising over his nude body. Those were all good
places. But no woman had ever entered his mind when he was
on a job. After all, the job was everything. A little something he'd learned from his old man. But as
amazing as Tobias Black was, he had never quite managed to
master that one particular rule. Gabriel's father was king
of the con, but he'd never let go of emotional ties. That'd
been his downfall, and the reason he was now out of the game. Gabriel admired his old man's skills. But he was better. But he'd wait to gloat until later. After he'd relieved
these gentleman of a cool mil. He knew the affable smile on his face didn't detract from
the air of danger he wore like a second skin. But, whether
it was in a professional poker game or while pulling a con,
the elegant suit and five-hundred-dollar haircut fooled
people long enough for him to get the job done. "Gentlemen," he greeted when he reached their booth. With a
nod to each man, he pulled up a chair. "Mr. Lane," the first man greeted, using Gabriel's false
identity. Hair slicked back from an unfortunate face, he was
the kind of guy you just knew had been picked on all through
high school. The dateless kind who'd focused all that
teenage sexual frustration on studying so he could make the
kind of money that bought plenty of admiration. "We're glad you agreed to meet us," the second guy said.
This one was more wary. The accountant, he was here to make
sure his friend didn't get hosed. Good. Anything that came too easily was boring. Gabriel
believed in working for his money. And he hated to be bored. "I appreciate you agreeing to meet here," Gabriel said,
nodding his head to the hotel's private bar. "I've been
called away on a sudden trip to Europe. If we couldn't do
this tonight, it would...
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