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Rave reviews for New York Times bestselling author
SUSAN MALLERY
Praise for Straight from the Hip
“Mallery has penned an emotionally satisfying and thoroughly engaging story.”
—Booklist, starred review
Praise for Lip Service
“Mallery breathes real life into these former lovers hoping for a secondchance.”
—RT Book Reviews
Praise for Under Her Skin
“Bestseller Mallery’s Lone Star Sisters series opener draws in readers with intriguing characters…. Their emotional journey makes for…satisfying reading.”
—Publishers Weekly
Praise for Sweet Spot
“Mallery is in top-notch form as she takes troubled and stubborn individuals and portrays their emotional growth. Drama and trauma abound in this winner!”
—RT Book Reviews
“I strongly recommend Sweet Spot, especially to readers who like their family melodramas spiked with lots of laughter and hot romance.”
—The Romance Reader
Praise for Sweet Talk
“Amusing, heartfelt and wildly romantic, Sweet Talk is the perfect romance.”
—Joyfully Reviewed
“Susan Mallery provides a powerful passionate backdrop to a fine contemporary romance.”
—Harriet Klausner
Praise for Accidentally Yours
“Mallery has once again proven to be a superb writer; romance novels just don’t get much better than this.”
—Booklist
“If you’re looking for heart-tugging emotions elaborately laced with humor, then Mallery is the author for you.”
—RT Book Reviews
Praise for Tempting
“At turns witty and poignant, this hard-to-put-down book will appeal to a broad spectrum of readers.”
—Booklist, starred review
Praise for Sizzling
“A tasty dish…Mallery’s prose is luscious and provocative, and her characters worth following from book to book.”
—Publishers Weekly
Hot on Her Heels
Susan Mallery
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
IT HAD TAKEN FOUR MONTHS, calling in every favor ever owed her, a case of expensive Scotch and a date with a slimy private investigator who had made the mistake of thinking “date” meant “sex.” A knee to the groin had cured him of that belief. In the end, Dana Birch had gotten her man.
Now, as she rode the elevator up to Garth Duncan’s penthouse condo, she smiled at the paperwork in her hand. Paperwork that demanded he come talk to the good people at the Dallas Police Department. Paperwork that said Garth was going to have a very bad day. She, on the other hand, couldn’t be happier.
“Rat bastard, weasel dog,” she murmured as she stepped off the elevator and headed to his front door. “You thought you were so smart. You thought you could do whatever you wanted and get away with it. You thought you could hurt my friends.”
If life were perfect, he would resist accompanying her and she could threaten him with her gun. Maybe even accidentally shoot him. If only he were the type of guy to cower in the face of authority, not to mention consequences. In her fantasies, he would tremble and beg. While it wasn’t as good as watching him bleed, it would be a close second. Unfortunately Garth was more the type to have a thousand-dollar-an-hour attorney who lived to sue police departments. Not that his high-powered attorney would be much help today.
“You are so mine, Garth,” she said, then knocked.
In the minute or so it took him to answer, she savored the victory. She’d worked hard to nail Garth and it had been worth every long hour of digging, following up clues and waiting for a lucky break. It was his own fault, she thought cheerfully. He’d messed with people she cared about. No one did that without having to face her.
The front door opened. She smiled as she saw Garth was half-concealed behind the door. Maybe he was afraid, she thought with a flicker of contempt.
She held out the papers. “Good morning. We’re going to take a little ride downtown.”
“Are we?” he asked as he opened the door wider, so she could see all of him. “Am I allowed to get dressed first?”
An unexpected twist, Dana thought grimly as she took in the towel draped around his neck, covering his chest, and the one around his waist. He was dripping, obviously just out of the shower. His dark hair stood in little spikes, his expression was far more amused than worried.
“At least you know I’m not armed,” he said, his voice thick with humor.
“I wouldn’t be afraid if you were.”
“That’s because you don’t know what I’m capable of, Deputy Birch. So which is it? Are you prepared to parade me naked through the streets of Dallas or will I be putting on clothes?”
He sounded confident, as if he knew she wouldn’t take him in a towel, which was true. Damn him. She liked situations where she was in charge.
“You can get dressed,” she said grudgingly. “I’ll need to be in the room, though, to make sure you don’t try to escape.”
He actually gave her a little wink. “Of course you will. That’s as good an excuse as any.”
Irritation coursed through her. Instinctively she rested her right hand on her sidearm. “You wish,” she snapped. “Let me assure you I have no interest in seeing your bony backside. Or any other part of you.”
One corner of his mouth turned up. “You can watch, Dana. I don’t mind.”
He was playing with her, trying to mess with her. She focused on the reason she was here.
“Joke all you want,” she told him. “You’re going to jail.”
“If only wishing made it so.”
“You’re not getting out of this,” she said. “I have