Lendle

NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR (2013)USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHORBARNES & NOBLE BESTSELLING AUTHOR (2013)RITA AWARD AUTHORAMAZON.COM BESTSELLING AUTHORABOUT THE BOOK:Romantic Suspense ReissueIguana Bay was all sand, sea and sky---the perfect getaway spot. But Elise Ramsey wasn't on vacation. She was a prisoner. She was slated to be the star defense witness at a murder trial, an alibi for a man who was guilty as sin, and bounty hunter Dylan Davis didn't want her testifying. He had his reasons. But the more he got to know this woman who had to be bad news, the less those reasons mattered, and the more he realized he was acting like a criminal himself. He was still determined to see justice done, but he could no longer keep Elise captive. She had to come to him of her own free will..Heat rating: 8 out of 10From the book:From far away came a sound as irritating to Dylan as fingernails scraping across a chalkboard. The sound penetrated the thick fog of dreamless sleep to journey down his nerve endings.A grinding starter.Somebody was attempting--unsuccessfully--to start an engine. Dylan groaned and rolled over, intent on wrapping the pillow around his head, covering his ears to drown out the noise, but a tug on his arm stopped him.There was something around his wrist.A handcuff.He came fully awake, three thoughts hitting him at the same time: Elise Ramsey was no longer with him; someone was trying to make off with his boat; and last but certainly not least, he was handcuffed to his own damn bed.The fact that the thief had to be Elise Ramsey annoyed Dylan more than it worried him. He felt pretty safe in assuming that she'd been born with the typical incompetence most females possessed when faced with a gas engine. Judging from the repetitious noise still coming from outside, she hadn't discovered the switch that had to be flipped in order for the fuel to feed the engine. And she probably never would.He'd never known Melissa to attempt to operate anything unless it was clearly marked: On, Off, Drive and Park. Mumbling some half-formed thoughts that had to do with women in general, he struggled out of bed. Then bracing himself, he dragged the entire bed frame across the floor to the dresser where he kept his spare set of handcuff keys.With his free hand he rummaged through a litter of bullets, casings, knives, chunks of driftwood and seashells, and his loaded shoulder pistol. Lucky for him she hadn't taken the notion to put a bullet through his brain before hightailing it.He finally located the key. He had it in the handcuff lock when he heard a most surprising sound--that of an engine turning over.Damn.Elise Ramsey was quickly becoming more trouble than all of his bounty hunting jobs put together.