Undercover with the Mob
It's true what they say–all the good guys are married……or have Mob connections!And Natalie Dorset should know. The guy who moved in downstairs may be gorgeous, but the things he says–who uses "whacked" anymore?–and the way he dresses… Well, let's just say that Jack Miller isn't the type you bring home to Mom. Good enough reason for Natalie to stay clear.Too bad their landlady is cracking matchmaking schemes that make covert ops look like child's play. But before this little–okay, it's a pretty big–attraction can get out of hand, Natalie is determined to get to the bottom of Jack's story.Because maybe…just maybe…this time the good guy wears black.
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Dear Reader,
I had so much fun writing my first Harlequin Flipside! In fact, I have already plunged into my second.
Undercover with the Mob came about because of two fascinations I have: one with true crime, and the other with mistaken identity. Although I’m a total wimp when it comes to gritty reality (or any reality, for that matter), reading true-crime books has always been a guilty pleasure of mine, particularly those dealing with organized crime. (I have no idea why. Probably for the same sick, twisted reason that I actually like broccoli.)
As for mistaken identity, I love writing about what happens when one person makes erroneous assumptions about another, probably because whenever it happens zany antics invariably ensue. And if an erroneous assumption winds up skirting the edge of potential danger, well, that just ups the ante. Which, in turn, ups the antics. And that’s when writing becomes the most fun.
Like I said, I had a blast writing about Natalie and Jack. I hope you have a good time reading about them, too.
Have fun!
Elizabeth Bevarly
“I’ll kill ’im. No way will I let ’im get away with that.”
Natalie stopped dead in her tracks—and then she really wished she’d come up with a better way to think about that than dead in her tracks—at the sound of Jack’s words through his apartment door.
Telling herself she was just imagining things, Natalie turned her ear closer to the door. She thought she heard him use the word whacked. But he might not have said whacked. He might have said fact. Or quacked. Or shellacked. And those were all totally harmless words.
Then again, maybe he’d said hacked, she thought as a teensy little feeling of paranoia wedged its way under her skin. Or smacked. Or even hijacked. Which weren’t so harmless words.
Her world went a little fuzzy, and she had to sit down. Which—hey, whattaya know—gave her a really great seat for eavesdropping on the rest of his conversation.
“Hey, I know what I’m being paid to do, and I’ll do it.”
Jack wasn’t a Mob hit man turned Mob informant. He was a Mob hit man period!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Elizabeth Bevarly is the USA TODAY bestselling author of more than forty novels and novellas. Her books have been nominated for a variety of industry awards, including the prestigious RITA® offered by Romance Writers of America, and she has won the coveted National Readers Choice Award. Her novels have been translated into two dozen languages and published in three dozen countries, and there are more than seven million copies of her books in print worldwide. Although she has claimed as residences Washington, D.C., Virginia, New Jersey and Puerto Rico, she currently lives in her native Kentucky with her husband and son.
Books by Elizabeth Bevarly
SILHOUETTE DESIRE
856—A LAWLESS MAN
908—A DAD LIKE DANIEL *
920—THE PERFECT FATHER *
933—DR. DADDY *
993—FATHER OF THE BRAT †
1005—FATHER OF THE BROOD †
1016—FATHER ON THE BRINK †
1053—ROXY AND THE RICH MAN ‡
1063—LUCY AND THE LONER ‡
1083—GEORGIA MEETS HER GROOM ‡
1124—BRIDE OF THE BAD BOY **
1130—BEAUTY AND THE BRAIN **
1136—THE VIRGIN AND THE VAGABOND **
1184—THE SHERIFF AND THE IMPOSTOR BRIDE
1196—SOCIETY BRIDE
1231—THAT BOSS OF MINE
1252—A DOCTOR IN HER STOCKING *
1269—DR. MOMMY *
1291—DR. IRRESISTIBLE *
1323—FIRST COMES LOVE
1337—MONAHAN’S GAMBLE
1363—THE TEMPTATION OF RORY MONAHAN
1389—WHEN JAYNE MET ERIK
1406—THE SECRET LIFE OF CONNOR MONAHAN
1474—TAMING THE PRINCE
1501—TAMING THE BEASTLY MD
SILHOUETTE SPECIAL EDITION
557—DESTINATIONS SOUTH
590—CLOSE RANGE
639—DONOVAN’S CHANCE
676—MORIAH’S MUTINY
737—UP CLOSE
803—HIRED HAND
844—RETURN ENGAGEMENT
For Wanda, Birgit and Brenda, with thanks for welcoming me into the Harlequin family.
Contents
1
NATALIE DORSET WAS enjoying her usual Saturday morning breakfast with her landlady when her life suddenly took a turn for the surreal.
Oh, the day had started off normally enough. She had been awakened at her usual weekend hour of 8:30 a.m. by her cat, Mojo, who, as usual, wanted his breakfast—and then her spot in the still-warm bed. And then she had brewed her usual pot of tea—her Fortnum & Mason blend, since it was the weekend—and had opened her usual kitchen window to allow in the cool autumn morning. And then she had fastened her shoulder-length brown hair into its usual ponytail, had forgone, for now, her usual contact lenses to instead perch her usual glasses on her usual nose and, still wearing her blue flannel jammies decorated with moons and stars, she had, as usual, carried the pot of tea down to the first floor kitchen, which Mrs. Klosterman and her tenants generally used as a general meeting/sitting area. It was also where Natalie and Mrs. Klosterman had their usual breakfast together every Saturday morning, as usual.
And now it was also where Mrs. Klosterman was going off the deep end, psychologically speaking. Which was sort of usual, Natalie had to admit, but not quite as usual as the full-gainer she was performing with Olympic precision today. You could just never really tell with Mrs. Klosterman.
