by Kat Martin
Blurb:
At Brodie Operations Security Service, Inc., following your instincts is company policy . . .
M. Cassidy—Luke Brodie had heard the name before, some novice bounty hunter working Seattle, catching tricky skips with more success than a newcomer should expect. But the dark curls, sparkly top, and impressive cleavage were not what Brodie had pictured.
Emma Cassidy is tough and smart and sexy as hell. She’s also popping up a step ahead of him every time he’s close to the capture he wants most . . . and there’s no room for learning on the trail of this monster.
Emma has idolized Luke Brodie, the bounty hunter who can bring anyone in. The big man in the soft shoes, with a face like a fallen angel and a reputation for breaking hearts. Watching him in action is intoxicating. But her fight with Rudy Vance is fiercely personal. If he gets too close, Brodie will find out just how ferocious she can be . . .
Excerpt:
Sitting at the long, neon-lit bar in Rocker's Karaoke
Lounge, Luke Brodie sipped a cold Corona and eyed his quarry. A bail skip named Skinner Digby leaned back
in a chair at a round Formica-topped table a few feet away.
"You here for Skinner?" Eddie Mullens, the bartender, a string bean
of a guy with gold wire-rimmed glasses, followed Luke's gaze to where Digby sat
nursing a Jack and Coke. Eddie knew everything
that went on in this part of Seattle.
For a little cash once in a while, he kept Luke informed if anything
interesting went down.
Luke took a sip of his beer.
"Digby skipped on a DUI."
"Seems like small potatoes for you."
Luke was a bounty hunter.
He went after FTAs, failures to appear, guys released on bail that
didn’t show up in court. He got twenty
percent of whatever the bondsman had posted for their release and would have to
forfeit if the fugitive wasn't rearrested.
Luke specialized in the toughest and most profitable cases, bail skips
whose bond sometimes ran into the millions.
"I need to ask Skinner some questions." That was the way it worked. You went after the small fish to get your
hands on the big ones. "Figure I
might as well make a few bucks while I'm at it."
Luke took a swallow of beer and returned his attention to
his quarry. Digby had been flirting with
a petite little brunette no more than five-foot-three in a tight black skirt
and low-cut silver top who laughed at his dirty jokes.
Luke was getting irritated.
Skinner, with his bulldog face and beer belly, was no ladies' man. Luke wished the woman would just take the
free drink he offered and move on.
Instead, she sidled a little closer and leaned down to
whisper in his ear, giving him a bird's eye view down the front of her sparkly
top at some very impressive cleavage.
Skinner pulled out a chair, inviting her to join him.
Luke softly cursed.
If the woman was going to hang around, he was going to have to make his
move. He didn't like putting a woman in
the middle of a situation that might go bad, but he needed to talk to
Digby. The lady was giving him no
choice.
He set the beer bottle down on the bar and came off the
stool. Luke couldn't hear what the
little brunette said, but Skinner snarled a curse and started up from his
chair.
Luke couldn't believe his eyes when the lady grabbed Digby
by the nape of the neck and shoved his head down, slamming him hard onto top of
the table.
Skinner groaned and his muscles went limp. The brunette twisted one of Skinner's arms up
behind back, pulled a pair of handcuffs from the handbag on her shoulder, and
shackled his wrist, did the same to the other one. Looking even more stunned than Luke, Digby
swayed, his legs wobbly, as the brunette hauled him to his feet.
Sonofabitch. Luke turned to Eddie, who stood chuckling
behind the bar. "What the hell just
happened?"
"She's something, ain't she? Looks like the lady got to your bail skip
first."
"Who is she?"
"Name's Cassidy.
She's a bounty hunter. Pretty
amazing, huh?"
Luke was torn between annoyance and curiosity. "That's M. Cassidy?"
"Short for Emma.
The guys call her Em."
Em Cassidy. He knew the name, thought it was a man. He watched the petite brunette--nine inches
shorter than Digby's six foot frame and no more than a hundred ten pounds--haul
Skinner out the side door into the parking lot.
Luke reached for his beer, took a last swallow, tossed a little extra
cash on the bar, and followed the lady outside.
It took him a minute to spot her beneath a lamp post at the
edge of the parking lot. He sauntered
into the shadow of a car in a nearby space, got a real good look at her this
time.
Late twenties, petite, but curvy in all the right places,
thick dark hair that hung in heavy curls around her shoulders.
A bounty hunter. That
was a laugh.
The smile on his face slipped a little as he watched her
handle Skinner. She had the guy sitting
cross-legged on the grass, hands cuffed behind him. She was pressing him to answer her questions--exactly
the same questions Luke wanted to ask.
"There's a guy you know," she said. "His name is Felix Riggs. He's your supplier. I want to know where to find him."
Felix Riggs. Same guy Luke was hunting.
Skinner just grunted.
"Yeah, right. Like I'm gonna
tell you anything. You damned near
knocked me out, you bitch."
Emma lightly cuffed the back of Digby's head, and Luke bit
back a grin.
"You skipped on a drunk-driving charge,” the lady said,
“third offense, Skinner. They're going
to stick your butt in jail for at least a year.
Tell me what I want to know and I'll let you go."
She'd let him go?
Luke hadn't expected that. Now he
was even more intrigued.
Digby sat quietly, considering his options. "Take off the cuffs, then I'll tell you
what you want to know."
"Not a chance."
Digby shook his head.
"If Riggs finds out I told you, he'll kill me. He don't like snitches."
Frustrated, Emma nibbled her bottom lip. It was plump and damp, and Luke felt a curl
of heat he hadn't expected.
"You want to walk or go to jail?" she asked,
pushing, but not quite hard enough, only willing to go so far.
Luke glanced around.
If Digby didn't spill in the next few minutes, there was a chance the
cops would arrive. Always somebody there
to dial 911.
He stepped out of the shadows and Emma spun toward him, went
into a wide-legged, self-defense stance.
He pointed to the bail enforcement badge clipped to his belt and she
relaxed.
"I didn't hear you walk up," she said.
Luke ignored her, zeroed in on Skinner Digby, crouched down
in front of him. "The lady asked
you nice and polite where to find Felix Riggs.
You know who I am?"
Skinner grunted.
"I know who you are. You're
Brodie."
"That's right.
I'm going to ask you the same question just one time. You don't answer, you won't have to worry
about dealing with Riggs. You'll have to
deal with me."
Skinner swallowed.
"Now...where is Felix Riggs?"
Skinner ran his tongue over his lips. There was a lump turning purple in the middle
of his forehead. "Riggs is...he's
out of town. Won't be back till
Monday."
"Where can I find him?"
Skinner gave a sigh.
"Hangs around The Polo Club.
There's a bitch he's got the hots for."
"What's her name?"
"Lila Purdue...like the college, you know?"
"Yeah, I do."
Luke rose to his feet, turned to the lady standing a few feet away. The moon was out. She was prettier than he had first thought,
with big doe eyes, fine features, and a firm little chin. He was a boob man and from what he could
tell, hers were prime grade A.
"Emma Cassidy," she said by way of introduction.
"Luke Brodie."
He glanced down at Skinner, who was grumbling beneath his breath, then
looked back at Emma. "Nice
work," he said.
"Thank you."
Luke glanced across the parking lot. "Here comes Skinner's ride. I'll see you around." He started walking as a black and white patrol
car rolled into the lot. Interesting lady, he thought, ambling
over to his battered old Bronco. Pretty
and feminine with a hot little body.
The very last person who should be running around trying to
hunt down criminals.
Luke just shook his head.
He wondered why she was interested in Felix Riggs. Riggs wasn't wanted, though he should be
since he was a low-life scum. Maybe he
knew something about another bail skip she was hunting. Luke hoped like hell Emma Cassidy wasn't
going to confront the guy. He didn't
think she'd come out as unscathed as she had tonight.
None of your business,
he told himself as he crossed the lot, slid in behind the wheel of his beat-up
old Ford, and fired up the powerful V-8 engine.
The Bronco, the perfect, non-descript surveillance vehicle,
had been completely rebuilt. A powerful
Ford Racing Aluminator XS 5.0 liter Coyote Engine--500 plus horses--idled like
a predator under the hood. The Bronco had
a Cobra jet intake manifold and fully CNC ported aluminum heads.
Welded restraints had been fitted into the back to hold any
prisoners he had to transport to jail.
Luke loved the Bronco. Like
driving a rocket disguised as a paper airplane.
He checked the rearview mirror, saw little Emma Cassidy
hauling butt-ugly Skinner Digby over to the patrol car. Why she would want to be a bounty hunter he
couldn't begin to guess.
He'd never understood women.
Clearly that hadn't changed.
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Author Info:
New York Times bestselling author Kat Martin is a graduate of the University of California at Santa Barbara where she majored in Anthropology and also studied History. Currently residing in Missoula, Montana with her Western-author husband, L. J. Martin, Kat has written sixty-five Historical and Contemporary Romantic Suspense novels. More than sixteen million copies of her books are in print and she has been published in twenty foreign countries. Kat is currently at work on her next Romantic Suspense.
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