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Sheri Lewis Wohl
Liquid Silver Books
Category:
Romance
Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
ISBN-13: 9781595786679
Romance finds a way even in the midst of danger, betrayal, and murder.
Bounty hunter Louie Russell has a job to do and a fugitive to catch. James “Jamie” McDonald has jumped on a $100,000 bond and Louie must bring him back. She always works alone—until she finds herself shadowed by sexy older brother Paul McDonald, a man who shakes up her world and touches her heart.
All Paul McDonald wants to do is coach his hockey team and enjoy his post-NHL life in Spokane, Washington. At the same time, he’s sick and tired of his brother’s antics and now Jamie’s gone too far. Paul will drag him back by the ear if he has to. So, when he starts to shadow the beautiful bounty hunter on his brother’s trail, it’s only because he wants to find Jamie as quick as possible. The fact that she’s sexy and amazing has nothing to do with it. Or so he tries to tell himself.
When Jamie is murdered, the routine hunt becomes something much darker and far more threatening. Along with passion and love comes danger. Will they be strong enough to stop a killer cutting a wide path of death and destruction? Or will the truth be the final nightmare Louie can’t survive?
Excerpt
"Bastard!"
Louie Russell shot out of her chair and through the door connecting her office to Harry's, from where the thunderous expletive had issued. His round face was red, and looked even redder because of the jet-black braids yet to play host to even one strand of white. His dark eyes were narrowed and flashing as he looked up at her.
Eyebrows raised, she shook her head. "Watch it, Harry, you know my CPR card is out of date."
Her comment was only part jest. It had been ages since she'd completed her CPR training and whether they liked it or not, neither one of them was getting any younger. The crimson flush on his neck and face didn't give her a warm and cozy feeling. She could almost hear his arteries pop and that was most definitely not a good thing.
Harry was a good fifteen pounds heavier than when she'd moved into her small office five years ago, and he hadn't been a little guy back then. The last couple of years, each time one of the clients skipped, she was certain the big one was just around the corner for her friend and co-worker. His face would get bright red, and with every successive explosion, it seemed to take longer for the flush to fade. Yeah, she pretty much figured it was past time for Harry to get a physical and way past time for her to refresh the old CPR training.
"Funny," he muttered at the same time he tossed a manila folder toward her like a Frisbee. It landed with a plop on the yellowed vinyl at her feet. "Little Canadian bastard took off."
"Which little Canadian bastard?"
A reasonable question since he seemed to have a corner on the market lately. Among other illegal product, BC bud was big business these days and for whatever reason, Spokane was destination central. Dope hadn't lost its appeal in these parts, or at least that's the way it seemed to Louie. The constant influx kept both local and federal law enforcement busy, not to mention Harry's door swinging, and by extension, hers. If Harry was busy, Louie's caseload went up in direct proportion. Nothing like good old mathematics to keep a business popping and the paychecks rolling in. If she'd known how much money there was in this business, she might have been tempted to change jobs eons ago.
"James McDonald." Harry's words were clipped as though it was painful to even say the name.
"Oh the cute Canadian bastard," Louie said and nodded. Just the mere mention of McDonald's name seemed have reignited the flush in Harry's face. She didn't like that.
"Oh yeah, Russell, he's a real cutie all right. Took off on a 100K bond. I am not inclined to cough up the dough and his parents, poor suckers, can't afford it either. Do you know what the exchange rate is right now? This will wipe them out, lock, stock, and barrel. A shame too, they seemed like real decent people to me. I hate it when this kind of shit happens."
Harry shook his head and pulled a candy bar from the middle drawer of his desk. He peeled back the wrapper and took a big bite. The scent of chocolate floated across the air. The wrapper crackled as he balled it up and tossed it in the direction of the trash can. He missed.
"Harry..." Her eyes narrowed and she nodded her head toward the treat.
He shrugged and said through a mouth full of candy, "I'm stressed."
Good excuse was what she thought, though Louie kept the commentary to herself. Not that she blamed Harry for being a bit tense. When somebody skipped, it was bad all the way around. Still, she'd heard the story too many times to feel much of anything beyond annoyance. She sympathized with the parents and their potential loss, but personal feelings had no business in this business. There were good people and there were bad people, plain and simple. Her job, however, wasn't to worry about the distinction. Her job was to get James McDonald back in a courtroom before Harry was forced to forfeit the bond and, by extension, the McDonalds lost all their collateral.
"How much time?" she asked.
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