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Dangerously Irresistible
Kristin Gabriel
Tanner picked up the handcuff and slapped it around Maddie’s wrist
“Gotcha,” he said with a satisfied, sexy grin.
“This is silly,” Maddie protested weakly as the heat in Tanner’s gaze uncoiled something deep inside her. Flustered, she turned and picked up the key from the nightstand. “All I have to do is unlock it….” Her voice trailed off when she realized the key wouldn’t turn.
“You look so sexy in red,” Tanner teased, running his finger along her arm.
Goose bumps broke out along her skin and Maddie sucked in a deep breath, trying in vain to gather her scattered wits. She licked her lips. “Don’t do this to me, Tanner.”
Tanner brushed a tendril of hair off her cheek. “You’re under the mistaken impression that I’m some kind of Casanova. I’m not. But ever since we met, there’s been something between us….”
“Tanner, we can’t…” She moaned as he shifted his weight on the bed, bringing him closer—intimately closer. “No matter how much I’d like to,” she gasped.
“Maddie,” he said, dropping a soft kiss on her lips, “I don’t think you’re in a position to argue….”
Dear Reader,
I had so much fun with my first Temptation novel—writing about a strapping, sexy hero and the strong, sassy woman who catches him. And in my book, that’s exactly what my heroine, Maddie Griffin, does. You see, Maddie is an aspiring bounty hunter and she takes her job very seriously. So when Tanner Blackburn proves to be too dangerously irresistible for the women of the world, Maddie is determined to keep the female population safe. One way or another…
I’d love to hear what you think of Maddie and Tanner’s amorous escapades. You can reach me online at www.KristinGabriel.com or write to me at P.O. Box 5162, Grand Island, NE 68801-5162.
Enjoy,
Kristin Gabriel
Books by Kristin Gabriel
HARLEQUIN LOVE & LAUGHTER
40—BULLETS OVER BOISE
56—MONDAY MAN
62—SEND ME NO FLOWERS
HARLEQUIN DUETS
7—ANNIE, GET YOUR GROOM
25—THE BACHELOR TRAP
27—BACHELOR BY DESIGN
29—BEAUTY AND THE BACHELOR
Dangerously Irresistible
Kristin Gabriel
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
For you, Kent.
Contents
Prologue (#u8d1a4dfa-7be2-55f9-ac4e-9c3e03d2bbbe)
Chapter 1 (#u7ee163b1-ba77-5075-aea4-f7ce5fdeb1b4)
Chapter 2 (#u6fbcd523-4236-510f-912d-31b63702a1ac)
Chapter 3 (#u588110af-7a79-57ea-a571-3b512e88656b)
Chapter 4 (#u1d95b2c1-0246-56de-ab0c-af959ece593a)
Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
Prologue
MADDIE GRIFFIN STOOD on her tiptoes to peek through the grimy window of the double-wide trailer. She saw green shag carpet on the living room floor, a centerfold hanging on the wall, and a shotgun propped in the corner—right next to the young man sprawled in a recliner with a can of beer in his hand.
He was tall and wiry, with fuzz on his chin that barely passed for a goatee. Not more than eighteen, he wore ragged denim cutoffs and a sweat-stained gray T-shirt with a gaping hole under one arm.
Maddie moved away from the window, her heart racing in her chest as she prepared to put her plan into action.
Retrieving a smoke bomb from her bag, she lit it, then rolled it underneath the souped-up green Chevy Nova sedan parked in the gravel driveway. Plumes of thick grayish-white smoke soon swirled up through the grill and around the front tires of the vehicle.
Crouching behind a dented aluminum trash can, Maddie pulled out her cell phone and dialed up the occupant of the trailer.
After three rings, a sluggish voice came over the line. “Yeah?”
“Hi, this is Tina, your next-door neighbor.” Maddie held her breath, hoping she sounded like the blond bombshell who lived in a nearby trailer. She’d never actually met the woman, though she had nosed through her mailbox to discover her name.
“Hey, Tina,” he said, sounding surprised. “What’s up?”
“Well, I just looked out my window…and I think your car is on fire.”
A moment later, Maddie saw a shadow at his trailer window, then heard a crude oath explode over the line. The telltale squeak of the trailer’s front door told her he’d taken the bait.
Obviously, he fit the young and stupid category, as did most of the bail jumpers who kept the Griffin Bail Enforcement Agency so busy.
She stood up and pulled a canister of pepper spray out of her pocket. Her prey raced down the concrete steps toward the car, completely unaware that his freedom was just about to come to an end.
Suddenly, someone tackled Maddie from behind, knocking her into the dirt. The pepper spray went flying as she gasped to regain her breath. She lay flat on her stomach, the crushing weight of the body still on top of her. Before she could scream, a beefy hand clamped over her mouth.
“Shut up or you’ll ruin everything, you nitwit!”
Tate. Her big brother had lousy timing. White-hot fury rolled through her as she lifted her head just far enough to see her other brother Ben apprehend the fugitive. Her fugitive. The takedown was quick and easy, just as she’d known it would be.
By the time the kid was in handcuffs, Tate had hauled her to her feet and was brushing leaves and grass out of her hair.
Ben strolled up to them, the fugitive in tow. “Damn it, Tate, why did you knock her down like that? You know Dad will chew both our butts if Maddie has even so much as a scratch on her.”
“She was holding pepper spray. If you think I’m taking a chance on her spraying me again, you’re nuts. Besides, you got the easy part. She bit me!” He held up his palm to show his brother the damage. Then he scowled at Maddie. “I thought you were against violence.”
“That’s what you get for sneaking up on me! Which, for your information, is the reason I accidentally sprayed you the last time.” She wrenched her arm out of her brother’s grasp, furious with them both for botching her takedown. Again. “When are you two going to quit following me around?”
“Hey, we’re just following Dad’s orders.” Ben shook his head. “And you’re in trouble this time, sis. Big trouble.”
An hour later, Maddie knew her brother hadn’t been exaggerating. She stood in her father’s office, her ears ringing from the decibel level of his voice. He’d been shouting at her for the past fifteen minutes. Surely he couldn’t hold out much longer.
“This is it!” Gus Griffin banged his fist on the desk. “This is the last straw. If I can’t trust you to stay in the office, then you’re fired. I’ll find another secretary.”
“Good,” she retorted, when he finally paused for breath. “I never wanted to be your secretary. I want to be a bounty hunter, just like you and Ben and Tate. I may not have your brawn, but I’ve got more than enough brains to do the job, plus a degree in criminal justice from Northwestern. I’m ready.”
He narrowed his eyes. “And I’m ready to lock you up until you come to your senses. A lady doesn’t belong in this business. And I’m not letting any daughter of mine out on the streets to confront dangerous felons.”
She leaned forward, planting both palms on his desk. “Then I’ll go work for someone else. Or start my own agency. I’m twenty-five years old, Dad. You can’t tell me what to do anymore.”
A muscle twitched in his grizzled jaw and Maddie knew that her father was still frustrated that he couldn’t control her. That was one of the reasons he’d sent her off to boarding school shortly after her mother’s death when she was twelve. He could handle the rough and tumble world of boys, but the thought of dealing with a little girl clearly hadn’t appealed to him. So he’d shut her out of the family.
Just like he was doing now.
“You’re not working for anyone else,” Gus said. “You’re going back to school and learn how to be a teacher, or even better, a nurse. Then maybe you’ll learn how dangerous it is to bite your brother.”
She refused to feel guilty since she hadn’t even broken the skin. “This is the third time Ben and Tate have interfered with one of my cases.”
His nostrils flared. “You don’t have cases! You’re a secretary. You’re supposed to be filing and making coffee, not shopping for a stun gun.”
A blush crept up her cheeks. “You know about that?”
“Yes.” He reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a magazine, tossing it on top of the desk. “I also know about this.”
The flush deepened as she stared at the title. Texas Mail-Order Men. Her friend Shayna Walters had given her a subscription to the magazine as a joke after Maddie had complained that her brothers always scared away any potential suitors. She’d spent more than one lonely Saturday night leafing through the magazine and marking the pages with the best-looking men. She hadn’t intended to actually follow through and send for one—no matter how titillating the prospect of pairing up with a perfect stranger might be.
From the expression on her father’s face, she wisely kept that opinion to herself. Squaring her shoulders, she decided the best defense was a good offense. “Ben and Tate broke into my apartment again, didn’t they? That’s an invasion of privacy. They had no right….”
“They had every right,” Gus interjected, his thick, gray brows crashing together, “especially when I discovered that you were out pursuing another felon. They were looking for some clue to see where you’d gone—only they found this instead.”
Gus opened the magazine to the first dog-eared page and read the caption below the photograph of a half-naked bull rider. “Eight seconds is all you’ll need to know this cowboy is the stud for you.”
He turned to the next dog-eared page. A grinning, naked cowboy held a saddle on his lap, strategically concealing a certain portion of his anatomy. “Let this cowboy take you for the ride of your life.”
“I can explain,” she began, her cheeks hot.
He folded his arms across his burly chest. “I’m waiting.”
“I never had any intention of contacting those men.”
“So why did you mark the pages?”
She couldn’t believe they were sitting here discussing this stupid magazine instead of her career. “It’s not like I’d planned to track them down. Although I could,” she added, tipping up her chin, “if I wanted to. I’m a damn good tracker, Dad. If you’d just give me a chance….”
“Forget it. No daughter of mine is going to associate with the kind of lowlife riffraff who jump bail, especially when you refuse to even carry a gun.”
“I carry pepper spray in case I have any problems. And I’m willing to use a stun gun in an emergency.” She stood up. “Just because I don’t break down doors and wrestle felons to the ground doesn’t mean I can’t do the job.”
He shook his head. “Women don’t belong in this business. Look what happened to Lynette.”
She rolled her eyes. Lynette had once worked as a secretary at the Griffin Bail Enforcement Agency. She’d also broken Gus Griffin’s heart. “Your fiancée ran off with a con artist, Dad, she didn’t die in the line of duty.”
His gaze flicked to the bulletin board on the wall. Straight to the wanted poster of the man who, one year ago, had stolen the woman he’d loved. The only woman he’d ever considered marrying after her mother’s death. But Lynette had dumped him for a man ten years her junior. A man they now knew as the Kissing Bandit. Guilty of fraud and bigamy in three states, the Kissing Bandit had romanced Lynette out of every penny in her savings account, then left her high and dry. He’d been arrested soon after, then jumped bail and disappeared.
Gus Griffin had never forgiven Lynette for jilting him. He’d also vowed to bring the notorious Kissing Bandit to justice. But despite his diligence, the Bandit was still on the loose. And Maddie was still paying the price for Lynette’s weakness.
“Maddie, I’m sorry to say that this magazine is proof that you’re not ready to hire on as a bounty hunter. It shows poor judgment. You’re obviously more interested in romance than recovering fugitives.”
“That’s not fair! Ben and Tate spend every weekend with a different woman, and you never say a word.”
“That’s because Ben and Tate have already proven themselves in the field. They’re not going to let a pretty face distract them at a crucial moment.”
