The hero in this book, Dave Logan, has made many appearances in my Texas Trouble series as a badass secondary character who is always there to help the other characters out in times of trouble. I’ve had many requests for Dave’s book, but have been holding off, because I felt like he and his men needed their own SERIES.
Well, it’ll be here on November 10th! And who would’ve thought I’d have paired him off with the Barracuda, former FBI head, Ms. Susan Whitmore? Those two are burning up the pages as I’m writing this book. I can’t wait to share it with you, so be sure to scroll down for an EXCLUSIVE 18+ excerpt. I hope you’ll mark Nov 10th on your calendar. <3
Dave Logan, former recon marine and ex-cop is a man who lived inside the box of government restrictions and red tape for many years. When he had enough of seeing criminals and corruption continue despite his best eff...orts because of that red tape, he decided to do something about it. He assembled a group of likeminded men with unique skill sets, cowboys of a different sort, to combat crime in the new wild, wild west.
Deep Six Security exists to fill the gap between the right and wrong side of the law. The men of Deep Six operate just beyond the box. They are willing to do what it takes to keep their home state safe. They are patriots, rebels and most importantly renegades. They are as different as night and day, but they have one thing in common, their love of God, country and the great state of Texas.
If the six pack doesn’t work, there’s always a shotgun and a shovel…
Dave Logan, owner of Deep Six Security, is stunned when former Dallas FBI head, Susan Whitmore, darkens his doorstep accusing him of being the cause of her losing her job. After hearing her situation, Dave feels something he never expects to feel–sorry for her. But he also knows any problems she had at the agency were all her own fault. The woman has a tongue so sharp it could rip a man to shreds, and had many times. There was a reason her agents dubbed her the Barracuda.
Although Dave needs agents in the worst way, and Susan, with an IQ higher than Einstein, better skills and more experience than any of his men, along with a master’s degree in criminal justice, is more than qualified to be a member of his team, he just doesn’t need the drama she and her mouth would bring to Deep Six . Even as his brain said no way though, his damned white-knight complex forces him to offer her a job as his temporary secretary.
Realizing he’s made a huge mistake hiring her, Dave calls in favors to get her interviews to get her out of his office. Before he can get rid of her though, Dave gets a new case only Susan can help him with. A wealthy Dallas oilman and his trophy wife ordered a designer baby from a local fertility clinic, and the surrogate has gone missing with the baby. The couple wants Deep Six Security to investigate the facility and find the baby, but the only way Dave can do that is to get inside. To get inside his only option is to go undercover with Susan, posing as a wealthy married couple looking for a baby. What they find when they get to the spa-like compound is frightening. Payoffs, missing surrogates and young women being used as lab rats are just the tip of the iceberg.
Can two alpha personalities, both used to being in charge, work together long enough to figure out what’s going on at the clinic, or will they kill each other before the bad guys at the facility have a chance? If they’re lucky, maybe the delicious friction between them will turn into something so hot the place spontaneously combusts. Or if they’re luckier, perhaps it might just turn into something that lasts till death do them part.
Dave huffed a breath too as he followed Mac out of the conference room. Yes, the sooner he got Susan out of his office the better. He had been avoiding her like the plague, hadn’t seen her since their confrontation over the popsicles, but he knew now his luck was running out. Against all odds, his men were becoming attached to her and she was obviously encouraging it. The last thing he needed in this office was friction or drama, and he could see it coming with the new Susan Whitmore fan club. Dave just needed her gone, before she embedded herself into his group and removing her would be like extracting a cactus spine.
Just as he rounded the corner into the outer office, Susan walked out of the kitchen toward him. She was sucking on something, but it didn’t look like a popsicle. When she got closer he realized it was some kind of candy. It was also the first time he’d seen her that day, or any day since the day he told her to lose the baggy suits.
Her new uniform of choice was skin tight yoga pants and a tank top. No wonder his men were gaga. Dave just barely kept his own tongue from flapping out of his mouth, as his eyes ticked over her full breasts and down her mile-long, muscular legs to her toes while she walked over to her desk. Dave knew Susan was athletic, and over the years he’d often wondered what her body looked like under those baggy black suits. Well he didn’t have to wonder anymore. Every square inch of her tight body was right there for him to see. There was absolutely nothing left to his imagination.
Good, God—she was built like a brick shithouse. His body quickly registered that fact too.
Susan paused at her desk and held his eyes as she slowly slid the white stick out of her mouth until a round, red ball appeared. She stopped to twirl the candy between her lips, which made matters much, much worse. As she slipped the candy from her mouth, it made a sucking, popping noise and Dave bit back a groan.
Susan’s eyebrow lifted, and she smiled. Waving the candy at him, she said breezily, in that husky voice of hers, “Howdy, stranger. Did I catch you before you scurried into your office like a cockroach? Or did you need something?”
Now, that was definitely a loaded question, Dave thought, as he stood there staring at her breasts. Because he couldn’t help himself, he let his imagination have free rein. Unless she was a mind reader, it wouldn’t hurt, and he didn’t think her super brain had given her that superpower, but if it had, he was probably a dead man.
Dave imagined her throaty, raspy voice would sound just that way when she moaned as he lifted her hips and shoved his aching cock inside of her delicious body. When he withdrew, her body would make that sucking, popping noise she’d made with the candy. After loving her all night long, he’d wake up the next morning and she would beg for more in his ear in that same raspy voice. It would get just a little hoarser when she finally begged him for a break to catch her breath. Husky, pleased and all too satisfied. Dave would spend all night long, hell a week, making sure they were both damn well satisfied. At that second, he wanted that more than he wanted his next breath.
As much fire as this woman had inside of her, he imagined she would be a freak between the sheets. He wanted to meet that freak. He wanted to tie that freak to his bed and keep her there until he worked her out of his system. Dave’s chin dropped to his chest, a groan rumbled in his chest, and his breathing hitched as his cock went rock solid behind his fly.
He was surprised when he felt a finger under his chin right before it was tipped upward. The spell was broken and he got a grip on himself when his eyes met Susan’s curious blue stare.
“You okay, boss man? You look a little…flushed,” she purred with a smug grin, as she lifted the candy ball, stuck her tongue out and curled it to twirl the candy in the well. She flicked her tongue over it and made a little mewling sound in her throat. When she added slow flirtatious sweeps of her eyelashes over her big blue eyes, it was so un-Susan-like Dave knew she was playing him, and he wasn’t amused.
She’s a very smart woman.
Evidently more than smart enough to figure out that his problem with her eating the popsicles was about a lot more than a drip trail in the kitchen. And he was almost certain now that the skin-tight yoga suits weren’t about comfort. This was her bid to pay Dave back for his baggy suit comment. Mind games to teach him a lesson. Because Susan Whitmore thought she was smarter than him.
She would be the one learning a lesson today. About him. “I need to see you in my office, now,” Dave growled as he turned to stomp toward his office.
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A jack of many trades in her life, Becky has been an optician, a beautician, a legal secretary, a senior project manager for an aviation management consulting firm, which took her all over the United States, a real estate broker, and now a graphic artist, web designer and writer.
She knows just enough about a variety of topics to make her dangerous, and her romance novels interesting and varied. Being a graphic artist is a good thing for her too, because she creates her own cover art, along with writing the novels.
Becky has been an avid reader of romance novels since she was a teenager, and has been known to read up to four novels of that genre a week, much to the dismay of her husband, and the delight of e-book sellers.
She has been writing fictional short stories and novels for fun, as well as technical copy for her jobs for many years. She was a member of the Writer's Guild on AOL during her last venture into writing romance, as well as a founding member and treasurer of the first online chapter of the Romance Writers of America, From the Heart Romance Writers. She is currently a member of the Romance Writers of America and From the Heart Romance Writers.
MY KIND OF TROUBLE is the first book released in a series called TEXAS TROUBLE. Other books in the series include THE TROUBLE WITH LOVE, DOUBLE THE TROUBLE, LOOKING FOR TROUBLE, TROUBLE IN DIXIE, and ASKING FOR TROUBLE, CHASING TROUBLE, HERE COMES TROUBLE, WORTH THE TROUBLE, ROYAL TROUBLE, TROUBLE WITH THE LAW, BORROWING TROUBLE.
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