Blurb:
An impulsive pet spa owner who loses her client's prize pooch
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After a lifetime of impetuous mistakes, Jersey Shore pet spa owner Grace Donnelly outdoes herself when a client's prize poodle, a shoo-in to win the annual Fur Ball, goes AWOL while in her custody. With money, careers, and lives in jeopardy, Grace is not afraid to strap on the leather to go undercover in a fetish club looking for clues. Too bad her helpers consist of an aging hippie aunt, a renegade schnauzer, a drag queen, and a dominatrix or two. Worst of all, the only man truly qualified to help is her former flame, the most domineering male on the eastern seaboard.
A smokin' hot bodyguard with his own agenda ...
Texas-born security specialist Nick Jackson faces his worst nightmare when Grace's amateur investigation nearly blows his covert operation. Unless he nails the con-artist who scammed his home-town's seniors and whacked a witness, his homicidal granddaddy will take justice into his own wrinkled hands. To salvage his case, his sanity, and his ex-lover's velvety skin, Nick joins forces with the sassy crusader who rubs him the wrong way--and so many right ways too.
Together, they weather an explosion of murder, mayhem, and mystery ...
Action bounces from the upscale shore community of Saltwater Estates to a beach harboring washed-up corpses, a fancy yacht no honest preacher could possibly afford, and the bawdiest nightclub in Atlantic City. Hazards multiply like bunnies, culminating in fun, spicy romance, and a Fur Ball extravaganza the locals will never forget.
EXCERPT
When Nick freed Grace's lips, her breath was coming hard and fast. Still gasping for air, she took another risk. "Most bondage scenarios revolve around a fantasy." She paused for a beat, gathering her courage. "You said I'd be in charge," she reminded him. "I want to act out a fantasy."
He gave an audible gulp. "Anything specific?"
"Mmmm-hmmm," she said around a deep, shuddering breath. One fantasy had tantalized her thoughts and tormented her dreams ever since she'd laid eyes on Nick. Breathing hard, she raised her head. "You're the white knight. I'm a fair maiden you're rescuing from the clutches of an evil ogre who has tied her up."
His eyes blazed. "I can live with that, darlin'," he said. "Is this fair maiden conscious or unconscious?"
A wave of hot desire thickened her speech. "Sleeping. The white knight is trying to awaken her." Suffused with the heady liberation of surrender, Grace closed her eyes and held her breath. She didn't have to see Nick to feel the heat of his gaze scalding her skin. The tension became unbearable.
Then the mattress sank under his weight. Although he didn't touch her, his body radiated heat. The aroma of sandalwood and hungry male enveloped her. She compressed her lips on the moan that struggled to escape. If the white knight didn't do something, and fast, she would jump clear out of her skin--if she wasn't cuffed to the bed.
His mouth skimmed her cheek, trailed heat down her jaw line, feathered tiny kisses down her neck. He stopped above her right breast. She pictured him staring. Her nipples throbbed with anticipation, longing for the tug of his mouth.
After a lifetime of impetuous mistakes, Jersey Shore pet spa owner Grace Donnelly outdoes herself when a client's prize poodle, a shoo-in to win the annual Fur Ball, goes AWOL while in her custody. With money, careers, and lives in jeopardy, Grace is not afraid to strap on the leather to go undercover in a fetish club looking for clues. Too bad her helpers consist of an aging hippie aunt, a renegade schnauzer, a drag queen, and a dominatrix or two. Worst of all, the only man truly qualified to help is her former flame, the most domineering male on the eastern seaboard.
A smokin' hot bodyguard with his own agenda ...
Texas-born security specialist Nick Jackson faces his worst nightmare when Grace's amateur investigation nearly blows his covert operation. Unless he nails the con-artist who scammed his home-town's seniors and whacked a witness, his homicidal granddaddy will take justice into his own wrinkled hands. To salvage his case, his sanity, and his ex-lover's velvety skin, Nick joins forces with the sassy crusader who rubs him the wrong way--and so many right ways too.
Together, they weather an explosion of murder, mayhem, and mystery ...
Action bounces from the upscale shore community of Saltwater Estates to a beach harboring washed-up corpses, a fancy yacht no honest preacher could possibly afford, and the bawdiest nightclub in Atlantic City. Hazards multiply like bunnies, culminating in fun, spicy romance, and a Fur Ball extravaganza the locals will never forget.
EXCERPT
When Nick freed Grace's lips, her breath was coming hard and fast. Still gasping for air, she took another risk. "Most bondage scenarios revolve around a fantasy." She paused for a beat, gathering her courage. "You said I'd be in charge," she reminded him. "I want to act out a fantasy."
He gave an audible gulp. "Anything specific?"
"Mmmm-hmmm," she said around a deep, shuddering breath. One fantasy had tantalized her thoughts and tormented her dreams ever since she'd laid eyes on Nick. Breathing hard, she raised her head. "You're the white knight. I'm a fair maiden you're rescuing from the clutches of an evil ogre who has tied her up."
His eyes blazed. "I can live with that, darlin'," he said. "Is this fair maiden conscious or unconscious?"
A wave of hot desire thickened her speech. "Sleeping. The white knight is trying to awaken her." Suffused with the heady liberation of surrender, Grace closed her eyes and held her breath. She didn't have to see Nick to feel the heat of his gaze scalding her skin. The tension became unbearable.
Then the mattress sank under his weight. Although he didn't touch her, his body radiated heat. The aroma of sandalwood and hungry male enveloped her. She compressed her lips on the moan that struggled to escape. If the white knight didn't do something, and fast, she would jump clear out of her skin--if she wasn't cuffed to the bed.
His mouth skimmed her cheek, trailed heat down her jaw line, feathered tiny kisses down her neck. He stopped above her right breast. She pictured him staring. Her nipples throbbed with anticipation, longing for the tug of his mouth.
My review:
Fur Ball Fever
is a fun, romantic cozy mystery that will keep you on your toes. The chemistry
between Grace and Nick is off the charts and their wacky cast of supporting
characters will keep you laughing out loud.
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