I can’t tell you what a thrill this truly is. Writers agonize over every word, every sentence, every scene. They envision characters then make them come to life. They create a story and hope you’ll enjoy it. That is what we do. And when the finished product becomes a reality, when a book is published, there is no greater satisfaction than to know people can read it.
Andrew Jackson “Jack” Kent’s on the hunt for white collar criminals, and as a private investigator he always gets his man. Except in this case it’s a woman, the brilliant cellular kineticist Dr. Morgan Mackenzie, whose next thrilling discovery is—him. On the run from her employers with the formula for a priceless but deadly diet drug, Morgan agrees to a night of pleasure with the outrageously sexy stranger. But when she leaves the next morning, Jack won’t let her get far, and that’s when she realizes a horrible truth. Her cowboy on a white horse isn’t a hero after all. He’s part of the posse. Yet when Jack goes to turn Morgan in, he learns who the real criminals are, and suddenly, it’s a race against time to find a murderer before they’re killed themselves. To do that Jack needs to convince Morgan he’s on her side. Even though she doesn’t trust him, Jack is a drug she can’t resist, leading her to find out that more often than not you’re Damned If You Don’t fall in love.