Harlan Franco, Colorado’s busiest bounty hunter and security expert, lives by his own rules: be in control, be detached, and never mix business with pleasure. These rules are tested when the woman he’s being paid to secretly guard is none other than the sexy, unpredictable, pain in the butt, Sophie Callaghan––a woman determined to stay away from him. If Sophie finds out he’s in her life on an assignment, he’ll never get the info he needs. But those lips, those curves, that attitude… If he could only have her for one night where she’d play by his rules.
Freedom-loving private investigator Sophie Callaghan is on a mission. The daughter of a con-artist is not going to be used by a man again. What she doesn’t need is hot, broody, and controlling Harlan barging into her life. Her brain may say no, but her body craves this bad boy.
After a night where both live out their darkest desires, Sophie tries to fight the explosive chemistry between them. But the ties that bind her heart to this bounty hunter are tight and tangled.
Her face pinked. “Right. I’ve got a lot to do today before I kick back with Jack Abbot and Victor Newman tonight. We’ve got a marathon scheduled.”
He stilled. “You’ve got two men coming here tonight and you’ve got a marathon scheduled?”
“Well, yeah. I hope Nick, Billy, and Sharon make an appearance. I’ve got a soft spot for Sharon, she’s had it tough.” She looked thoughtful. “I’ll need Pringles. Lots of Pringles.”
He blinked, not getting why she looked all dreamy.
She shuffled toward her bathroom with the comforter still wrapped around her body.
At his growl she turned and rolled her eyes.
“It’s The Young and the Restless night.”
He folded his arms. “I don’t know what that means.”
“Only the best show on TV.”
He shook his head, bewildered. “I don’t know what it is but I’m guessing it’s your shit TV.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Say that again and you lose what’s between your legs.” Her gaze dropped to where his hand curled into a fist. “Are you okay? You’re looking a tad tense.”
“Not as tense as ten minutes ago. After our night I’m going to be so loose I’ll be able to teach yoga.”
Laughter shot out of her. It sounded great. Deep and throaty, it reverberated around his body. He walked back to the spare room. A sonar ping heralded an incoming text. He swiped his finger across the screen, still smiling.
The smile slid off his face when he read the text from Zeb.
I love Princess Bride, Young and the Restless, Days of our Lives—the drama is deliciously addictive. Big Bang Theory but will take Wolowitz over Cooper. Star Trek not Star Wars. Undercover Boss, Secret Millionaire—any story that shows the little guy making it. I follow the Buffalo Bills like a religion. I am spellbound by showjumping and equestrian eventing. I love curling up and reading all books—no genre is off-topic. I like ironing, hate peas, love donkeys. I play a killer game of Scrabble, but usually lose. I will often be heading towards the fridge for another Diet Coke. I eat nothing with legs and believe wine goes with everything, oh and I’m an expert at finding new and inventive ways to avoid exercise.
I live in the sparkly beachside suburb of Redondo Beach in California with my fake Gordon Ramsay and two boys who speak in mystifying grunts.
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