Today’s stop is for Wendy Byrne’s Bad to the Bone. We will have info about the book and author, and a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.
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About the Book
When her Uncle Jack is arrested on drug charges, Sammie Murphy hops the first plane to Key West. Being rescued isn’t on her uncle’s to-do list, though. When he admits guilt and instructs her to go home, Sammie knows with 100% certainty something is seriously wrong.
Veteran DEA agent Enrique Santos knows when a bust is solid. So why is he allowing Jack Murphy’s niece to mess with his head? He’s been set-up and nearly killed by a woman like her before, and he’s not about to make that mistake again.
But then things at Murphy’s bar take a turn for the dangerous, leaving Sammie entangled in Enrique’s dark past. Forced to second-guess his convictions, Enrique has no choice but to kidnap the one woman who could destroy everything…including his heart.
Men are slime. Men are scum. They only lead to disaster. Her new mantra. Repeat ten times a day for maximum results. That, and keep her fingers crossed and her eyes averted.
Then again, this man sure was fun to look at. And looking didn’t hurt a thing.
The worn-in fit of his jeans, the shirt exposing his biceps and the sultry appeal of the way he walked slammed into her. Although she’d hoped she’d outgrown her fascination with the dark side, clearly that was not the case. Everything about him drew her in like a tele-evangelist to a convert with a fat wallet.
“Can I get you a beer?” Without waiting for a response, she pulled down the lever to draw him a glass. Sliding it across the bar, she did her best to hide her case of sophomoric nerves.
“You expecting a quiet night?”
“Depends on your definition of quiet, I suppose.” Sammie hated the little flutter popping against the sides of her abdomen. She had so many more important things to worry about than the resident bad boy. Having a Cobra tat said it all, as far as she was concerned, regardless of his charming demeanor.
“Murphy’s is never quiet. Didn’t your Uncle Jack mention that fact when he asked you to take over?”
“He doesn’t know I’m here.” She sucked in her lip. Confronting Jack in prison wasn’t high on her can’t-wait-to-do-it list, after the lawyer’s comment. Maybe tomorrow she’d suck it up and go there. She more or less had to after visiting the bank today.
Enrique eyed her for a few seconds, then popped a bar-straw into his mouth and chewed on the end. “So it’s Sammie to the rescue, kind of like Wonder Woman.”
“Except for the fancy cape.” Why couldn’t she just stop talking to him? Or go away and do something productive? Nope. Instead her Doc Marten-clad-feet were rooted to the spot.
“What about your parents, can’t they help you out?” He stared at her as he asked the question.
“They’re dead.” Okay, major fib—at least as far as she knew. But since she hadn’t seen them in a really long time, it didn’t feel like much of a lie.
“Sorry to hear that.” Again, he studied her face as if waiting for some kind of response.
“It is what it is.” She gnawed at the corner of her lip and hoped he didn’t notice.
“So you jumped on the first plane to help out your uncle? Nothing much going on around home? No boyfriend? No attachments?” His smile revealed dimples embedded in his stubble-covered cheeks.
Dimples? Why’d he have to have dimples? They were the bane to her existence. They gave such a contrary message: they made the not-very-innocent look like angels.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and she drew in a deep breath. A trickle of sweat started at the base of her skull and slithered down her back. Did he have any idea of the very unhealthy thoughts swirling through her brain and urging all her erogenous areas to give in to his appeal?
“No.” She spat out the word because she couldn’t think of anything to stop the weird trajectory of trouble invading her body.
That sexy glint in his eye when it trailed up and down her body said it all. “Good to know.”
She took a swig of water and wished it were something a little stronger. Why couldn’t he take a simple hint and leave her alone? Because bad boys never did. They pestered, they cajoled, they teased until a woman had no choice but to give in. Then snap! They had a woman where they wanted her: malleable—a slave to their charms. But no siree. Not her. Not this time.
About the Author
Wendy lives in the Chicago area. She has a Masters in Social Work and worked in the child welfare field for twelve years before she decided to pursue her dream of writing.
Between teaching college classes, trying to get her morbidly obese cat to slim down and tempering the will of her five-year-old granddaughter, who’s determined to become a witch when she turns six so she can fly on her broom to see the Eiffel Tower and put hexes on people–not necessarily in that order–somehow Wendy still manages to fit in writing. She spends the remainder of her days inflicting mayhem on her hero and heroine until they beg for mercy.
She has written three books in the Hard Targets trilogy, Hard to Kill, Hard to Trust and Hard to Stop. In addition, she has two books through Entangled Publishing, The Millionaire’s Deception, and Bad to the Bone, two self-published books, The Christmas Curse and Accused, and two interracial romances, Fractured and Mama Said.
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