By Jennifer Crusie
Nothin' like a dame . . . Mitch Peabody used to be studying beautiful quick that the lifetime of a personal detective was once no longer all it was once cracked as much as be. dishonest husbands, suspicious other halves, unsuspecting mistresss -- case after case left him cynical and dissatisfied. This used to be not anything just like the global of tough-talking detectives and smart-mouthed, lovely dames he'd estimated . . . until eventually she walked throughout the door. down to her stilettos, Mae Sullivan used to be a knockout with a deadly physique -- and a deadly relations to compliment it. there has been whatever no longer really at the up-and-up approximately her, yet she got here with a case he could not find the money for to refuse . . . and left him with a case of lust like he hadn't had considering the fact that highschool. It did not take lengthy for him to fall for her, hook, line and sinker. yet used to be Mae merely attracted to catching the double-crossing crooks who murdered her uncle . . . or did the woman are looking to capture him?