Fool’s Gold by Melissa Glisan
April 21st, 2007 by misterseo
Fool’s Gold
Genre: Romantic suspense with erotic elements
Price: $3.99
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Jade Savani is trying to made her life work. That means kicking out the dope dealers and the underage drinkers in her bar, along with keeping an eye out for trouble-makers.
And trouble is just what she gets when Iago de Oro walks through her door. Hard muscles, easy on the eyes, he might be what her long ignored libido needs.
But Iago is an undercover cop with an agenda all his own. And if seducing the beautiful Jade is a part of the deal, all the better, as long as he can keep her safe, and tend to business with his objectivity intact.
(editors note: this is a re-release)
Excerpt:
Across the bar, Detective Iago de Oro watched the green eyed beauty spin her magic on the under-experienced college set. When his regular snitch told him to watch the green passing through the doors of Fool’s Gold, he surely didn’t think the man was giving justice to the bartender’s eyes. He also hoped, for the snitch’s sake, that he wasn’t being fed a line. Being set up wasn’t too far out of his mind either, given the name of the bar and his own moniker.
Mind pondering the possibilities, his eyes continued to measure and mold the woman before him. She had an innate grace, watching her serve drinks was like holding a front row seat at the ballet. She dipped then twirled; side stepped, raised en pointe and flowed along the counter with the ease of a butterfly pirouetting in the breeze.
Wasn’t much to look at, if you started with the face, but what real man just looked at a face? Her pretty little nose had been broken leaving her looking as if she was caught mid-wrinkle, cute. He liked it the imperfection gave her character. Dusky skin proudly staked her Italian heritage, but those eyes, luminous and earthy shards of emerald under the thickest sooty lashes, screamed fairy princess. She’s either out of your league, his gut argued, or so deep in shit that her pretty little eyes will never pay her way clean.
He hoped she was clean.
Bending at the waist, she lifted a case of beer from under the counter and began quickly filling the wall behind the counter. The after image of her heart shaped, firmly rounded ass was burned into his mind. Average height, panning down he smiled at the female vanity he spotted on her feet. A well-turned ankle disappeared into ugly brown leather that goosed her height a good four inches. Platform heels never looked good, but on her slim, well-filled frame they made his blood burn. She had the body of a girl fresh out of college, but her eyes, in those fleeting moments where her gaze caught his, held age and experience that made her shapely outline of curves and planes a lie.
Made no matter, Iago shook his head clear and hunkered over his dark ale watching the comings and goings at the bar. Someone, somewhere in the crowd of fresh young faces was selling stolen guns; it was up to him to follow the money home.
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