Rave reviews for New York Times bestselling author
SUSAN MALLERY
Praise for Straight from the Hip
âMallery has penned an emotionally satisfying and thoroughly engaging story.â
âBooklist, starred review
Praise for Lip Service
âMallery breathes real life into these former lovers hoping for a secondchance.â
âRT Book Reviews
Praise for Under Her Skin
âBestseller Malleryâs Lone Star Sisters series opener draws in readers with intriguing charactersâ¦. Their emotional journey makes forâ¦satisfying reading.â
âPublishers Weekly
Praise for Sweet Spot
âMallery is in top-notch form as she takes troubled and stubborn individuals and portrays their emotional growth. Drama and trauma abound in this winner!â
âRT Book Reviews
âI strongly recommend Sweet Spot, especially to readers who like their family melodramas spiked with lots of laughter and hot romance.â
âThe Romance Reader
Praise for Sweet Talk
âAmusing, heartfelt and wildly romantic, Sweet Talk is the perfect romance.â
âJoyfully Reviewed
âSusan Mallery provides a powerful passionate backdrop to a fine contemporary romance.â
âHarriet Klausner
Praise for Accidentally Yours
âMallery has once again proven to be a superb writer; romance novels just donât get much better than this.â
âBooklist
âIf youâre looking for heart-tugging emotions elaborately laced with humor, then Mallery is the author for you.â
âRT Book Reviews
Praise for Tempting
âAt turns witty and poignant, this hard-to-put-down book will appeal to a broad spectrum of readers.â
âBooklist, starred review
Praise for Sizzling
âA tasty dishâ¦Malleryâs prose is luscious and provocative, and her characters worth following from book to book.â
âPublishers Weekly
IT HAD TAKEN FOUR MONTHS, calling in every favor ever owed her, a case of expensive Scotch and a date with a slimy private investigator who had made the mistake of thinking âdateâ meant âsex.â A knee to the groin had cured him of that belief. In the end, Dana Birch had gotten her man.
Now, as she rode the elevator up to Garth Duncanâs penthouse condo, she smiled at the paperwork in her hand. Paperwork that demanded he come talk to the good people at the Dallas Police Department. Paperwork that said Garth was going to have a very bad day. She, on the other hand, couldnât be happier.
âRat bastard, weasel dog,â she murmured as she stepped off the elevator and headed to his front door. âYou thought you were so smart. You thought you could do whatever you wanted and get away with it. You thought you could hurt my friends.â
If life were perfect, he would resist accompanying her and she could threaten him with her gun. Maybe even accidentally shoot him. If only he were the type of guy to cower in the face of authority, not to mention consequences. In her fantasies, he would tremble and beg. While it wasnât as good as watching him bleed, it would be a close second. Unfortunately Garth was more the type to have a thousand-dollar-an-hour attorney who lived to sue police departments. Not that his high-powered attorney would be much help today.
âYou are so mine, Garth,â she said, then knocked.
In the minute or so it took him to answer, she savored the victory. Sheâd worked hard to nail Garth and it had been worth every long hour of digging, following up clues and waiting for a lucky break. It was his own fault, she thought cheerfully. Heâd messed with people she cared about. No one did that without having to face her.
The front door opened. She smiled as she saw Garth was half-concealed behind the door. Maybe he was afraid, she thought with a flicker of contempt.
She held out the papers. âGood morning. Weâre going to take a little ride downtown.â
âAre we?â he asked as he opened the door wider, so she could see all of him. âAm I allowed to get dressed first?â
An unexpected twist, Dana thought grimly as she took in the towel draped around his neck, covering his chest, and the one around his waist. He was dripping, obviously just out of the shower. His dark hair stood in little spikes, his expression was far more amused than worried.
âAt least you know Iâm not armed,â he said, his voice thick with humor.
âI wouldnât be afraid if you were.â
âThatâs because you donât know what Iâm capable of, Deputy Birch. So which is it? Are you prepared to parade me naked through the streets of Dallas or will I be putting on clothes?â
He sounded confident, as if he knew she wouldnât take him in a towel, which was true. Damn him. She liked situations where she was in charge.
âYou can get dressed,â she said grudgingly. âIâll need to be in the room, though, to make sure you donât try to escape.â