Sheβs a sharp-tongued, rebel P.I. who eats idiots for breakfast. Heβs a sexy bookstore owner who may or may not be a womanizing killer. Then again, nobodyβs perfectβ¦ Holly Hillbay is a kick-ass rule breaker with an 80βs jacket-sized chip on her sexy shoulder. Want a piece of her? Get in line, pal. What Holly loves most is her job as a P.I. Bringing in pond scum who cheat on their wives makes her day. Like this guy, Wes Brockman, owner of Books on the Beach. Apparently, heβs slipping between the covers with another manβs wife. Joining Wesβs cozy book club is the perfect way to get close to him and expose him for the lying, cheating, pseudo-intellectual creep that he is. He probably wears a turtleneck and a beret. Or notβ¦
Problem numero uno: Wes Brockman is one seriously sexy hunk of man who fires up Hollyβs dormant libido faster than she can say, βIβll take this in hardcover.β The guy should come in a home game version. Plus, heβs made it clear that Hollyβs in-your-face attitude is a total turn on. Gulp. Holly doesnβt think Wes is having an affairβnot yet, at least (note to self: bikini waxβ¦)βbut sheβs pretty sure the mysterious, dangerous vibe he gives off is no act. Heβs hiding something, and she intends to find out exactly what it isβ¦especially when one of the book club members is found dead in the storeβs meeting room.
Now, with a page opened to secret identities, blackmail, betrayal, murder, and sex on the beach (the drink) and, well, sex on the beach (not the drink), Hollyβs into a case that is anything but by-the-book and one thatβs riskier, hotter, and more delicious than she ever dreamed possibleβ¦
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