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
For you, Kent.
Contents
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