Title: Bang Series: Book #2: B-Squad Author: Avery Flynn Genre: Romantic Suspense Release Date: September 12, 2016 Length: 65k words Format: Digital/Paperback Digital ISBN: 978-0- 9964763-4- 8 Paperback ISBN: 978-0- 9964763-5- 5
Freelance investigator Isaac Camacho has a weakness for bitchy blondes, and no one fits the bill quite like former beauty queen and gold digger Tamara Post. She’s sexy, feisty and on the run from a cult leader. Complicated women? Oh he loves them almost as much as he loves watching Tamara act like a total ice queen when he knows she burns white hot.
Calculating opportunist Tamara Post never cared what anyone thought about her—except for her sister. But when her sister dies, it’s up to Tamara to hide her teenage niece so the girl’s dictatorial father can’t marry her off to one of his disciples. The last thing Tamara has time for is Isaac—a man who flirts as well as he fills out a pair of worn jeans and whose stubborn determination to help makes it hard to act as if she’s really as cold as she appear.
When the bad guys find her, there’s only one person Tamara can depend on to help keep her alive until her niece is safe. But once the life and death chase is on, it’s not just their lives Tamara and Isaac are risking…but their hearts.
If someone had told Tamara Post a month ago that she’d be in one of Fort Worth’s most exclusive members-only clubs sipping champagne at her ex-husband’s Taz’s engagement party, she would have laughed in that person’s face. If they’d have said she’d be working as the office manager at B-Squad Security and Investigations—which her ex-husband’s fiancée, Bianca Sutherland, owned—and loving it, she would have punched them square in the nose. Ex-beauty queens and former soon-to-be trophy wives didn’t roll that way.
It was funny how life turned out.
Settling in on the velvet-covered settee in the Corsair Club’s private party room, she contemplated getting another glass of wine from the open bar.
“Looking for one of these?” The man belonging to the deep bass voice held out a glass of her favorite chardonnay.
Whereas everyone else in the room was dressed in designer suits and glittering cocktail dresses, the tall, dark and handsome man in front of her was in pressed Wranglers, cowboy boots and a crisp white dress shirt. If he’d had a tie or a sports coat on at one time, he’d ditched them a while ago, judging by how his shirtsleeves were rolled halfway up his corded forearms. Not that she noticed that, or had scoped out the way his broad shoulders filled the shirt to perfection, or was tempted to ask him to turn around so she could confirm that his ass looked as good in those jeans as she imagined.
Men were no longer on her to-do list. But wine? Yeah, that she could do.
“Thank you.” She took the glass and drank a sip.
The man sat down beside her, his brawny frame taking up most of the bench she wasn’t already parked on. One of his jeans-clad legs brushed against her bare knee and, for the first time in months, a wave of warm desire had her clenching her thighs together.
Unable to figure out how to inch away to allow for space between them without being obvious about it, she crossed her legs. The move made her emerald-green skirt slide up her thigh a bit more than she was comfortable with under the circumstances. Still, giving him a glimpse of skin was less…unsettling…than actually touching him.
“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.” He held out his hand. “I’m Isaac Camacho.”
She knew that name, and now she’d have a face to go with it every time she entered in expense reports. “You work with B-Squad.”
He nodded. “On a come-and-go basis as a freelancer.”
“Why’s that?” From the number of B-Squad clients she’d had to turn away in the past month, Tamara knew the team could use another member.
“I’ve been told I don’t play well with others.”
His grin did something funny to her stomach.
“Now that really is too bad. It’s important to play nice—mostly.” It came out before she could stop it. Damn it. She didn’t flirt. Not anymore. Men had been her drug of choice for too long and she’d sworn off of them.
He leaned in close. “Look, I don’t want to make a scene but we need to get out of here. Now.”
Her heart fluttered. She mentally rolled her eyes at herself. What could she say? Old habits died hard—even when they were oh-so-bad for her. “Why’s that?”
His full lips flattened into a grim line. “There’s a bounty hunter making his way through the front of the restaurant now. He’s got papers on you.”
Award-winning romance author Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip. Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.