Not his usual type, is she? Russ took another hard stare at the petite woman sitting in the shop with a cup of coffee in her hand, a thick pink scarf wrapped around her neck. Women were Dean’s source of income, and he liked to live well beyond his means. There was no reason to think Dean had figured out the cops were waiting for him, but it wasn’t like Dean to pass up a chance to meet a woman. Their target, petty con artist and first-class bastard, Trevor Dean, was nowhere to be found and it didn’t add up. Thoughtful, Russ scanned the nearly deserted parking lot. In fact, he loved being in Special Operations, got a kick from the watching and the waiting and the thinking-cold nuts or not-because in the end there was nothing like slapping the cuffs on slimeballs. January winds were creeping in under his nylon jacket, and his fingers were stiff wrapped around the binoculars he was using to watch the door of the coffee shop.īut discomfort was part of the job, and he wasn’t going to be hanging his badge up anytime soon. Russ knew Jerry was cold, because he was, too. Jerry didn’t protest, but Russ felt him shift in agitation, the heels of his shoes crunching in the hard-packed snow. Russ Evans didn’t even spare fellow detective Jerry Anders a glance, eyes trained on the coffee shop and the woman inside sitting alone. 'By turns comic and steamy.highly enjoyable.' - Booklist on Houston, We Have a Problem Read more

'Witty, sexy, and entertaining romance.' - Booklist on Mouth to Mouth Anything else would be against the rules. All I have to do is keep her safe-and keep my hands off. So what the is going on?Īt least she's willing to offer herself up as bait.

So she knew my name-Russ Evans-and hugged me like we were more than friends. So she happened to be gorgeous with a body that made me temporarily forget how to order coffee. My partner and I would scope out both the coffee shop and Laurel Wilkins, the latest target of con man Trevor Dean's scheme to meet women online and bilk them of their money-and everything else. It was supposed to be your average stakeout. In Love, There's No Such Thing As A Simple Plan

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