What do you get when you combine a headstrong snarky,
female Deputy Sherriff and a hot-tempered, temperamental
Texas Ranger? Spontaneous combustion.
PRETTY SHAMELESS
continues the saga of Deputy Laney Biggs and Texas Ranger
Gunner Wilson. Laney's cousin, Wyatt, has been arrested
for murder and it is up to Laney to get to the bottom of
the charges. Chasing leads throughout West Texas, Laney
finds herself in a large mess -- drug trafficking, gun
running and murder. Can she get to the bottom of the
crimes on her own?
Texas Ranger Gunner Wilson knows a great deal more about
the crimes than he is opening up to Laney. He always
appears to be one step ahead of Laney and reluctant to
share any of his leads. Is he holding on to the
information to protect her or for his own good?
PRETTY SHAMELESS is a hilarious, fun, fast read filled
with
twists and turns, a touch of mystery and a great deal of
hot sex. I love that Laney is a strong, snarky heroine
and
Gunner is an old-fashioned cowboy at heart. Their
escapades as they both attempt to get to the bottom of the
crimes are very entertaining, both working to keep the
other in the dark. I am very much looking forward to the
next book in the series.
While PRETTY SHAMELESS is the
fourth book in the Deputy Laney Biggs series, it
can easily
be read as a stand-alone. Do be warned that there is a
cliff-hanging ending.
Wherever deputy Laney Briggs goes, trouble always follows
behind--except when Laney is the trouble. Right now,
Laney
is on the hunt for her not-so-bright cousin, who is
wanted
for gun smuggling. But there's a sexy, hot-assed Texas
Ranger on the same case, and Laney would bet her britches
(and everything else she's wearing) that Gunner Wilson
knows something she doesn't. It just requires a bit of
sexy espionage...
Gunner knows all too well just how damned distracting
Laney and her little red cowboy boots can be. The pure,
unadulterated want between them has never been stronger--
and Gunner can't resist making her crazy. But even as she
gives into every carnal craving for Gunner, Laney is
determined to get her answers, one mind-meltingly hot
night at a time. The only question is whether she'll be
ready for the truth...
Excerpt
“Come on, Gunner. You can trust me,” I purred, my voice
sounding like a Hooters waitress laying the charm on
thick to get a big fat tip.
I had one hand toying with the hem of his snug black T-
shirt, my hips grinding into his Wranglers. The way that
zipper fly was bulging against my thigh almost made me
forget I was on the attack. “You can tell me. I’ve always
been good at keeping secrets.”
Gunner looked pained. “Again, it’s privileged
information, Laney.” He leaned in closer, grazing his
five o’clock shadow along my chin. “Damn you smell good,”
he said, sucking in some air. “Buy the lavender soap at
the Piggly Mart again?”
I hooked my thumbs in his belt loops and tugged, pulling
him into me. “Why are you all of a sudden acting so
serious?”
He always did have a hard-on for the slutty-bimbo type. A
low, throaty groan tore from his chest when he dipped his
mouth toward mine. My lips parted, welcoming him home. I
felt his tongue skim my teeth, and then he swallowed my
moan with a hungry kiss. Aw hell, he tasted like homemade
vanilla ice cream, a little too sweet, but so sinfully
delicious.
Maybe I hadn’t completely thought this through, because
the way he was kissing me torched any comeback as a
raging wildfire of pure undignified lust burst throughout
my entire body. On a long, hard caress, he forced the
tender embrace deeper and pulled my tongue into a
tantalizing dance with his. Savoring the moment, he
wrapped both arms tighter around my waist, and wasted no
time to teach me each one of his smooth moves.
And damn, did I want to be schooled.
Gunner broke the body-aching kiss, and before I could say
“more” his mouth touched my earlobe, and then he
whispered, “Word has it that Wyatt might be in deep with
Manny Sanchez.”
“Manny Sanchez?” I asked, surprised.
“That’s right.”
He continued working his mouth along my neck, which might
as well have been between my legs. I’d gone from bitch to
horny in about five seconds flat.
I feathered my lips across his stubbled chin, inhaling
the richness of his aftershave as I said softly, “Who’d
have thought.”
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