That’s right! Tami Lund, one half of the Sexy Bad writing duo, is re-releasing her Tough Love romantic suspense series. The books in the series include:
Naked Truth – An FBI agent goes undercover as an exotic dancer (think Magic Mike) to catch a killer, while embarking on an affair with a gun-shy nurse. The trouble *really* heats up when his case puts her life in danger.
Undercover Heat – Two troubled FBI agents go undercover as husband and wife, and are unable to resist taking advantage of the physical aspects of their “fake” relationship.
Delicious Deception – Connor Rikeland is a chef without a restaurant, until he stumbles into Emily Kate Beaudreax’s Cajun restaurant. When he sweet talks his way into her bed, he incurs the wrath of her brother, Jack (the hero from Naked Truth). Yes, danger and hilarity ensue!
Excerpt from Naked Truth:
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Hitting on you. Is it working?”
“Want to go somewhere more private?”
He twirled her away, pulled her back and caught her, squeezing her more tightly than he had been a moment before. Kennedy forgot to breathe. She was distantly aware of the fact that he was backing her off the dance floor. She knew she should, but she made no move to stop him. Sabrina’s warning echoed in her head, but all she could think was, I deserve to have fun tonight. I can handle a one-night stand.
I want a one-night stand.
A few minutes later, he led her up a set of stairs that climbed from a hallway near the kitchen to the second floor.
“How did you know these stairs were even here?” she wondered as she held his hand and followed.
“I scoped out the place when we first arrived. Force of habit,” he admitted. She knew he was talking about his job, not his past liaisons, which she appreciated. For the moment, she wanted to pretend she was the only one. Otherwise, she might back out.
At the top of the stairs, he paused to flash her a grin over his shoulder. She gave him a wobbly smile in return. He tugged her hand, leading her to the bride’s room.
Where they found Cullen and Sabrina, prematurely sealing their wedding vows.
“Guess they can’t get it annulled now,” Jack remarked as he quietly pulled the door closed.
She shook her head, the reality of this decision finally pushing through the haze of alcohol and lust. “This is a bad idea. Sabrina says I’m supposed to stay away from you.”
“I’m going to have a talk with Sabrina about interfering with my sex life,” Jack muttered. “Why did she say that?”
Kennedy shrugged. “You’re a player.”
“Are you looking for forever, Kennedy?”
She gasped and vehemently shook her head. Been there, done that, didn’t work out the way it was supposed to, she almost said out loud.
“Me neither. So how is this a bad thing again?”
“I’m usually pretty good with the intuition thing. And my intuition is telling me that you are attracted to me.”
Kennedy cleared her throat. “I–I think your intuition is correct.”
Jack grinned. “I thought so. And I’m sure it’s pretty damn obvious that I’m attracted to you.”
To prove his point, he backed her up to the wall, pressed his palms against the wallpaper and dipped his head to nibble at her throat. She made a small, strangled noise and grabbed his shoulders to keep herself from falling when her knees buckled.
Jack sucked her earlobe into his mouth. “I promise, babe, you won’t regret it. I’m a very attentive lover.”
“I want to hear you scream that.”
“Limo,” she managed to say on a gasp, and she grabbed his hand and dragged him back down the hall to the stairs. She had no idea what caused her to think of the stretched vehicle out in the parking lot, all she knew was that three years of self-enforced celibacy had pushed her libido to the limit. She wanted to break her fast, and she wanted to do it right now, with this man.
Whatever happened tomorrow didn’t matter. Whatever happened in two hours wouldn’t matter. She just needed right now, and she needed it to involve she and Jack and a distinct lack of clothing.
The driver sat in the front seat, reading a newspaper and tapping his foot to the beat of a country song blaring from the speakers. Jack handed him a wad of cash and tucked Kennedy into the back of the limo. As soon as they were inside, the car lurched into motion, sending her tumbling into the groomsman’s lap. He pushed the button to raise the darkened glass that separated them from the front.
“We aren’t really doing this, are we?” she asked as Jack smoothed her skirt up her legs so she could straddle his lap without tearing her dress.
“Hell yes, we are. You don’t want to know how much I just paid that guy to drive around in circles for half an hour.”
“Half an hour?”
“Trust me, babe.”
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