Look out…Trouble is on the way!
Bad boy Max Taylor is a pilot in hot water. A new tell-all book depicting him as a heartbreaking playboy has disrupted his life, and he has just heard his eccentric billionaire grandfather has just bought an entire small town! In order to get out of trouble, he needs to head into Trouble…Trouble, Pennsylvania, that is.
Good girl Sabrina Cavanaugh is an editor on a mission. If Max Taylor is successful in kiboshing the new tell-all book revealing what a snake he is, she could lose her job. She needs to get that book published…but she’s also very curious about the man she has read about. Is he a wicked sex god, or just a sexy guy with a heart of gold? There’s only one way to find out–head into Trouble and see just how wicked he is!
But Trouble isn’t as cute as it seems. The town is a crazy mass of secrets–blackmail, embezzlement, and unsolved murders. And soon, Max and Sabrina find themselves wrapped up in all of it–from quirky seniors to a house full of cuckoo clocks. It’s Trouble from the start as this mismatched pair teams up to solve the mystery and save the town…while along the way, they try to save each other!
Heading For Trouble is a 100,000 word full-length novel that can be read as a standalone…though, just a warning, after you visit Trouble, you just might want to go back to read the other stories!
Note: This is a reissue of a previously published book. It has been substantially edited and updated.
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“Come on, sweetheart, I know you’re tired and old, but you must have one more go-round in you, merry or not.”
“Excuse me?”
Jerking his attention from the control panel, which had required a good quart of WD-40 before even allowing itself to be opened, Max swung his head around and stared over his shoulder. A woman had come up behind him in the tiny, weed-encrusted, abandoned amusement park, which had once been the cubic zirconia jewel in Trouble’s dubious crown.
And speaking of jewels…good Christ, was the woman standing in front of him one. A blonde. She was a blonde. His absolute weakness.
She was also tall, curvy and had the kind of lips that’d make a man howl to the night in pure, primal hunger.
No. No howling. No wolfing at all, remember?
Swallowing his libido, he offered her a smile. “Sorry. I guess you caught me talking to myself.” He stood and brushed his hands off on his jeans, leaving a smear of grease on one thigh. Stepping closer, he forced himself to keep this encounter friendly, neighborly.
When what he wanted was sexy and suggestive.
She smiled back, also noncommittal. Cordial but not flirtatious. Unfortunately. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your work.” Pushing her sunglasses up onto the top of her head, she revealed a pair of bright sky-blue eyes.
Damn. A blue-eyed blonde with a pretty smile and a pair of succulent lips. A smooth-skinned face with soft cheeks and the tiniest jut in her jaw that said she was stubborn. A bright, smiling angel appearing in this private corner of perdition just like the sun coming out on a cloudy, overcast day.
All he could think was that he was really in trouble now.
She looked him over, head to toe, with that calm, innocent glance behind which women always hid their interest. A tiny hint of color appeared in her creamy cheeks and she licked at her lips—those lips—to moisten them.
Just throw a lightning bolt at me and be done with it.
“Talking to yourself—that can be a dangerous thing,” she said, her voice throatier than he’d have expected from such a soft-looking female.
“So can cutting a hand on some of this sharp, rusty metal.” Max grinned. “I feel like I ought to sweet-talk her to make sure she doesn’t scratch me.” Hmm…had that sounded suggestive? He hadn’t meant it to.
Like hell. Knock it off, Taylor.
