Mitch Peabody was learning pretty fast that the life of a
private detective was not all it was cracked up to be.
Cheating husbands, suspicious wives, unsuspecting
mistresss — case after case left him cynical and
disillusioned. This was nothing like the world of tough-
talking detectives and smart-mouthed, stunning dames he'd
envisioned . . . until she walked through the door.
Right down to her stilettos, Mae Sullivan was a knockout
with a lethal body — and a lethal family to go with it.
There was something not quite on the up-and-up about her,
but she came with a case he couldn't afford to
refuse . . . and left him with a case of lust like he
hadn't had since high school. It didn't take long for him
to fall for her, hook, line and sinker. But was Mae only
interested in catching the double-crossing crooks who
murdered her uncle . . . or did the lady want to catch him?
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