"Fast paced and exciting search to close a meth lab while conquering love."
Reviewed by Kay Quintin
Posted May 28, 2012
Romance | Romance Series | Romance Suspense
Shannon Wilson, an officer with the Domestic Field Division
of DEA in Denver, has a personal interest in uncovering meth
suppliers. Her brother Tom is in the hospital, most likely
dying, after buying meth in Ordinary, Montana while visiting
their older sister, Janey. Taking a forced vacation, Shannon
is driven to spend this time in Ordinary finding the source
responsible and bringing them to justice. Shannon certainly
didn't plan on meeting the sheriff, Cash Kavenagh. Estranged
from his own father, Cash has become an exemplary citizen in
spite of his alcoholic father who was also a sheriff years
ago. Cash, being a close friend of Janey & her husband C.J., was
destined to meet Shannon again. Having a cautious interest
in each other, they struggle to keep their distance while
collaborating in finding the meth lab. Cash is only
interested in a lasting relationship with someone less
ambitious. Shannon desires only the quick tumble in bed
which turns out to be the best tumble either has ever had.
Will they discover who is behind the meth in the quiet town
of Ordinary, Montana? Can Shannon and Cash both get what
they want out of the electricity that is flowing between
them? Mary Sullivan is well versed on the subject of the pitfalls
of drugs. NO ORDINARY SHERIFF is very clever and has woven a
web of deceit, excitement and thrills while still managing
to find the lighter side of love and emotion. The characters
are well defined and strongly opinionated individuals
striving to learn how to enjoy their lives and seek what
really matters. NO ORDINARY SHERIFF flows nicely and is a
very easy read that I enjoyed very much.
SUMMARY
Shannon Wilson is on the fast track to the top. A DEA agent from the big city, she's simply passing through Ordinary, Montana, to settle a score. And no small-town sheriff will derail her plans simply because he flashes a badge and a great smile…no matter how sexy he looks in that cowboy hat. After all, Sheriff Cash Kavenagh is ready to settle into that white-picket-fence ideal. And Shannon isn't about to swap her fast-paced lifestyle for such an ordinary existence. Only problem is—wrapped in those big masculine arms of his, Shannon can't seem to shake the feeling that life with Cash may just be the most extraordinary thing that's ever happened to her.
ExcerptDEA agent Shannon Wilson arrived at her sister Janey's house just outside of Ordinary just before suppertime. She jumped into the shower to wash the city's grime from her skin, along with her anger and grief, wishing like crazy this was a normal Thursday night.
But it wasn't.
Her brother Tom floated in a coma caused by a drug overdose and she was here in Ordinary to find out who was cooking methamphetamines.
She spread her favorite lotion over her skin, then dressed in panties, a bra and a pair of jeans. She had just picked up a sweater when she heard something downstairs.
She stopped and held her breath.
Another noise. A creak on the stairs. Damn.
There was definitely someone in the house.
She pulled on her sweater and took her gun out of her purse. Hiding behind the bedroom door, she waited.
Navigating a minefield of children's toys, Cash Kavenagh crept across the veranda to the front door of the Wright house. With the toe of his cowboy boot, he nudged aside the cop car he'd bought for Ben's third birthday.
Cash's buddy, C.J., was married to Janey and crazy about his wife. They had a bunch of great kids C.J. adored. Cash was still single—children a daydream—and nothing but an honorary uncle to his friend's children.
And now Dad was dying and Cash might be the end of the Kavenagh line. He wanted what C.J. had with Janey, a family life instead of the horror show his childhood had been.
‘I was a rotten role model. You never got married and had kids.' Was it Dad's fault?
Yeah. Maybe. He didn't know.
A crisp wind that had arisen with nightfall spoke of autumn running into winter. He inhaled the scent of leaves breaking down on damp earth then exhaled on a sigh. If he had a bunch of kids, he might be in California visiting Disneyland, too, like the Wrights were.
Instead her was here, investigating a light on in the upstairs window of what was supposed to be an empty house.
Hailey Hall babysat Janey's kids sometimes. She would have a key to the house. Cash had caught her and her boyfriend, Jeff, in the weirdest nooks and crannies around town, making out like, well, teenagers.
He wouldn't put it past those kids to use the place while it was empty.
He opened the front door and stepped inside. Time to teach them a lesson by scaring the wits out of them.
He walked the first floor looking for anything out of the ordinary, treading carefully in the darkness in case the intruders weren't Hailey and Jeff. His gun sat like a metal backbone, tucked into the waistband of his pants.
This was only Ordinary, but crime touched even small towns. No sense taking chances.
Moonlight poured in through the kitchen window, illuminating groceries on the countertop.
Damn kids. They had some nerve bringing snacks. A plate, silverware and a mug sat in the drying rack along with one small pot. An empty tin of canned pasta and sauce had been thrown in the recycle box. They'd made themselves at home. He was going to give them a good piece of his mind.
Only one of them had eaten, though. Probably Jeff. Kid was growing like a weed.
Cash heard a sound from the top floor—a drawer opening and closing, maybe.
He climbed the stairs. In the dark, his hand touched a stuffed animal that one of the children had left on the railing. He rubbed the soft fur between his fingers. Yeah, a bundle of kids and a great wife to wake up to every day would go a long way toward dispelling this feeling he'd had lately of...of...holding his breath, of needing...something to happen.
Another noise, softer this time, pulled him out of his reflections. Snap out of it. Self–pity wasn't usually Cash's thing, but at the rate Hailey and Jeff were going, they'd have children long before he ever did.
Crazy teenagers. They were going to curse him from here to Memphis because, really, where were a couple of horny teenagers supposed to go when they still lived with their parents?
He strode down the hall and banged his fist on the wall to give them a chance to cover up before he walked in.
Hailey must be wearing that great–smelling perfume.
"You two had better be using condoms." He stepped to the doorway.
The bed was empty but he had the sense of someone being in the room. The skin on the back of his neck tingled, but before he could react, the door slammed against the side of his face and pain exploded in his forehead. "Son of a bitch!"
He reached for his weapon.
A woman jumped from behind the door with a gun in her hand.
They stared each other down, weapons drawn and aimed, tension as thick as honey in the room.
Cash didn't glance down to see what kind of gun she held, semi–automatic or pistol. He watched her eyes. If she planned to pull the trigger, she would show it a fraction of a second before with a subtle flinch.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Who am I? You've got a lot of nerve, lady, breaking into my buddy's house. What did you think you could steal here?"
"I'm not here to steal anything. My sister lives here."
Yeah? Then why hadn't he already met her? "What's your sister's name?"
"Janey Wilson. At least, that's who she used to be. Now, she's Wilson–Wright."
Okay, so she knew Janey. That didn't mean she was Janey's sister.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Who wants to know?"
He had to give her credit. She was cool as a brick of ice. All–business. Even with a gun in his hand, he didn't intimidate her.
"I'm Cash Kavenagh, Sheriff of Ordinary."
Her eyelids flickered. She knew his name.
"Let me see ID. Slowly," she said.
He drew his wallet out with careful movements, his aim never wavering and his eyes still focused on hers. Amateurs got trigger happy and people died.
He handed the wallet to her and she double–checked that it was he in the photo.
"Okay, you're the Sheriff." She handed it back to him.
"Now that we've got that settled, who are you?"
"Shannon Wilson. Janey's sister."
"You don't look anything like Janey." Janey was short and voluptuous, a dark–haired Goth woman with immaculate white angel's skin. This woman was a cool drink of lemonade on a hot day, had long golden hair, flawless tanned skin and pink lips. Her toned athlete's body made his libido race double–time.
Some of Janey's attitude shone through. Man, she was gorgeous. And tough. He liked that.
"Your turn," Cash said. "Let's see ID."
Still aiming her gun, she took her driver's license out of a purse she picked up from the bedside table and handed it over.
Okay, she was Shannon Wilson, but...
"Let me see the permit for the gun."
She looked like she might refuse, then sighed and passed it to him.
It was legit. What was a woman doing with a Glock 23.40?
"Why do you carry it?"
"Protection. I'm an investigative journalist. Sometimes, I get into sticky situations."
So why was she carrying a semi–automatic revolver instead of a small pistol?
While growing up in the house of Kavenagh, Cash had developed a finely tuned bullshit detector, courtesy of his father. At the moment, it clanged like a fire alarm.
"What are you doing in Ordinary?" he asked.
"Vacationing."
A lie.
"No way. Janey or C.J. would have warned me if you were going to stay here."
She shrugged. "I only called Janey to tell her a minute before you showed up."
"How'd you get in?"
"I have my own key."
"Why haven't we met before?"
"We have." She dropped her permit back into her purse. "At Janey's wedding. It was a long time ago."
He had a vague memory of a pretty blonde, precocious and flirtatious. She'd come on to him, but had been eight or nine years younger than he. He'd run the other way.
"Because of my job," she continued, "I haven't visited a lot, but Janey and I talk on the phone all the time."
"You haven't visited once in ten years?"
"Yes, but you and I seemed to miss each other. You were visiting your mom a couple of times. Once you were on a training course in Bozeman."
"How do you know that?"
"Janey told me." She smiled. "I asked where her good–looking friend from the wedding had got to."
She'd been interested in him. She'd been too young, though. She wasn't too young now. She was beautiful, with a woman's body and knowing gaze.
He was interested, all right.
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