Bad to the Bone by Wendy Byrne
Genre: Romance, Adventure
Publication: September 7th, 2015 by Entangled Publishing
When her Uncle Jack is arrested on drug charges, Sammie Murphy hops the first plane to Key West. Being rescued isn’t on her uncle’s to-do list, though. When he admits guilt and instructs her to go home, Sammie knows with 100% certainty something is seriously wrong.
Veteran DEA agent Enrique Santos knows when a bust is solid. So why is he allowing Jack Murphy’s niece to mess with his head? He’s been set-up and nearly killed by a woman like her before, and he’s not about to make that mistake again.
But then things at Murphy’s bar take a turn for the dangerous, leaving Sammie entangled in Enrique’s dark past. Forced to second-guess his convictions, Enrique has no choice but to kidnap the one woman who could destroy everything...including his heart.
Sammie Murphy is in trouble. Her propensity for attracting bad boys is rearing it’s ugly head. Unless she’s way off base, Enrique Santana checks every box on the list of bad boy criteria. Below is an excerpt when she realizes she’s in over her head.
Her face flushed as all sorts of erotic thoughts passed through her mind. This man should be stamped with a big fat label—lethal.
What was that new mantra of hers again? Men are slime. Men are scum. They’ll only lead to disaster. That was it. Somehow her hormones weren’t paying any attention.
“I teach karate and work at a bar in Providence.”
“I figured you’d done this kind of work before.”
Nervous, she took another sip of water. Where were all the customers? Distraction. Distraction. Distraction. That’s what she needed.
“What else do you want to know?” The smile on his face told her he was cocky about his appeal.
Check another box on the trouble score sheet.
“This isn’t a good idea, this getting-to-know-you thing. I won’t be in town long, and I’ll be busy.” She gulped down the urge to take him up on his offer to go out. “Besides, you’re really not my type. You’re a little rough around the edges. The bandanna. The earring. The…” Her voice trailed off. She didn’t dare say the sculpted biceps, the sexy timbre of his voice, those amazing eyes. She’d never be able to pull that lie off.
At her words, he pulled off the bandanna covering his head, and the earring from his ear and a mass of thick, wavy hair tumbled out. How could that be? He was even sexier than she imagined. Why couldn’t he have a big giant bald spot covered up by the bandanna?
“Your hair…um, I see…why you need to wear the bandanna.” Could she get any more lame? She did an internal groan.
“It kind of gets in the way when I’m working or riding on my bike.”
“Bike? You mean as in motorcycle?”
She should have figured he’d have one of those. All bad boys had bikes, didn’t they? That way, not only could they make a quick getaway when they inevitably got caught doing something despicable, they’d look ever so sexy doing it.
He motioned with his thumb in the general direction. “My Harley’s parked across the street at the job site. I like to ride it when the weather’s nice.”
She fanned herself. He called this nice? It was hot as hell and getting hotter by the second.
“Oh.” A flush spread from her neck up.
“I’ll take you for a ride down the coast some time. It doesn’t have to be a date.”
No. No. No. Willpower was never her strong point. Everything within her traitorous body wanted to agree to a ride down the highway to hell.
Her body heated up as the blood in her veins buzzed. It must have been some mutant genetic strain within her family that caused her obsession with disaster.
Because, if nothing else, Enrique Santana was a walking, breathing hunk of pure disaster waiting to happen.I’ll be giving away several prizes during release week including: two hand-painted ‘Bad to the Bone’ wine glass, and three copies of my Entangled Indulgence Zodiac release, The Millionaire’s Deception. Enter rafflecopter to win.
About the Author
Wendy lives in the Chicago area. She has a Masters in Social Work and worked in the child welfare field for twelve years before she decided to pursue her dream of writing.
Between teaching college classes, trying to get her morbidly obese cat to slim down and tempering the will of her five-year-old granddaughter, who's determined to become a witch when she turns six so she can fly on her broom to see the Eiffel Tower and put hexes on people--not necessarily in that order--somehow Wendy still manages to fit in writing. She spends the remainder of her days inflicting mayhem on her hero and heroine until they beg for mercy.