Hotshot by Julie Garwood (English) Paperback Book

Description: Hotshot by Julie Garwood When a womans dream for the future turns into a nightmare, a handsome FBI agent makes her vulnerable to more than she ever imagined in this novel from #1 New York Times bestselling author Julie Garwood.Peyton Lockhart and her sisters have just inherited Bishops Cove, a charming oceanfront resort. But it comes with a condition: They must run the resort for one year and show a profit—only then will they own it.Peyton welcomes the challenge, yet has no idea how many people want to sabotage her success—including her vindictive cousins and the powerful land developers who have an eye on the coveted beachfront property. But when the threats against Peyton escalate into dangerous territory, she enlists the help of her childhood friend, FBI agent Finn MacBain.Finn saved her life once before. Peyton has no choice but to trust him to do it again. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography Julie Garwood is among the most critically acclaimed—and popular—romance authors around, published in thirty-two languages worldwide with forty million copies of her books in print. She is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of numerous novels including Wired, Fast Track, Hotshot, Sweet Talk, The Ideal Man, Sizzle, Fire and Ice, Shadow Music, and Shadow Dance. She lives near Kansas City. Review Praise for #1 New York Times bestselling author Julie Garwood"Whoever thinks romantic suspense is dead should read a Julie Garwood book."—USA Today"A trusted brand name in romantic suspense."—People"Julie Garwood creates masterpieces every time she writes a book."—The Kansas City Star"Undoubtedly Garwood is a pro."—Kirkus Reviews"If a book has Julie Garwoods name on it, its guaranteed to be a meticulously written...and thoroughly engaging story."—Sun Journal (ME) Review Quote Praise for Julie Garwood "The Rembrandt of romance novels."- The Kansas City Star "A trusted brand name in romantic suspense."- People "Its [Garwoods] timely subjects set against a timeless background that attract so many modern readers."- USA Today "If a book has Julie Garwoods name on it, its guaranteed to be a meticulously written…and thoroughly engaging story."- Sun Journal (ME) "A must read."- The Romance Reader "Ms. Garwood excels at writing characters who endear themselves to readers." - Joyfully Reviewed "WOW, was I amazed at how good [Julie Garwood] is…just pure brilliant writing."- Bitten by Love "Garwood is a pro."- Kirkus Reviews "Red-hot romance [that] will keep readers engaged."- Publishers Weekly "[A] riveting page-turner."- Library Journal "A wonderfully exotic book with both grand characters and grand deception."- The News-Commercial (Collins, MS) "The talented Ms. Garwood keeps you enthralled."- Rendezvous Excerpt from Book Finn wasnt ready to go inside yet. Beck would come and get him when it was time. It was warm today. The sun was shining, and it was at least seventy degrees, he guessed, maybe seventy-five. He and Ronan had spent a week working in Chicago where it had been around ten degrees every single day with crazy below-zero wind chills. The heat felt good on his face. He liked being outside, cold or hot, and he liked being home, too. It had been such a long time. His cell phone rang, reminding him that he needed to turn it off before the ceremony. He saw who was calling and felt a wave of exhaustion. On-again off-again Danielle was trying to reconnect with him. He wasnt about to get into that drama. Hed had enough, and he simply didnt have the stamina for any more of her games. He declined the call and turned off the phone. He should go in, he decided, and was about to do just that when he saw her. The vision in blue. He watched her cross the parking lot and start up the walkway, her high heels clicking against the brick. He noticed her body first, of course. It was damn near perfect. The short, fitted dress showed off her curves and her long, gorgeous legs. Her stride was every bit as sexy as her body. The way she moved was sensual and seductive. She was absolutely beautiful. Her long dark hair, the color of midnight, fell in soft curls just below her slender shoulders. She must have felt him watching her, for she suddenly turned and looked up the hill. When she saw him, she stepped off the path and started walking toward him. He wanted to swallow, but he couldnt seem to remember how. He had never reacted to any woman this fiercely, this quickly. What had happened to his self-control? He excused his bizarre behavior by reasoning that she was no ordinary woman. He didnt want to stare, but the closer she came, the better she looked. Beneath her thick dark eyelashes were the most beautiful, crystalline blue eyes he had ever seen, and her rosy lips were full and inviting. She stepped directly in front of him and gave him a heart-stopping smile. The dimple in her cheek was sexy as hell. So was her scent, which was light and feminine. Her eyes sparkled with laughter when she stretched up, kissed him on his cheek, and said, "Hello, Hotshot." He was speechless. Peyton Lockhart? He couldnt believe it. She was all grown-up. She had gone from a skinny little girl to this beautiful woman with a devastating smile. When did this happen? The transformation seemed to have taken place overnight, but then Finn realized he hadnt been around while she was growing up. Hed gone to California to do his undergraduate work at Stanford and had stayed there for law school. During that time his parents had downsized to a smaller, more energy-efficient home about a mile from their old house in Brentwood. Whenever Finn was home on break, he never had enough time to go back to the old neighborhood. Finn overcame his surprise enough to speak. "Dont call me Hotshot." "You didnt know who I was, did you, Finn?" she asked, saying his name to placate him. "I didnt have a clue," he admitted. He was still trying to get past his initial reaction and stop acting as though he had never seen a beautiful woman before. This was Peyton, the little girl who would sit on the front steps and wait for him to come home from high school so she could tell him about her day. She was a nuisance back then, and now a temptress. "Are your sisters here? I wont recognize them, either, will I?" "Yes, theyre here already. Im running late." Beck whistled from the doorway to get Finns attention. "Arent you in the wedding?" she asked. He nodded. "Yeah, I should go in. Its good to see you again." Peyton didnt want to miss the bride walking down the aisle. "Its good to see you, too." It had suddenly become awkward, and she didnt understand why. He wasnt leaving. Beck whistled again, but Finn didnt move. "Are you going to the reception?" he asked. "No, Im afraid I cant." "Maybe Ill see you after the wedding, then." Peyton continued on, but when she glanced back, she thought it strange that Finn was still standing in the same spot. Finn had walked down to the parking lot to get away from the noise. He was listening to phone messages and turned just as Peyton was approaching. He offered to walk her to her car. "How come you arent coming to the reception?" he asked. "I have to work," she answered. She dug the keys out of her little clutch and hit the unlock button. Standing beside her car, she said, "It really was good to see you." "Im sorry we didnt get to--" He stopped. "When did you get this car?" he asked, staring past her and frowning. "About a year ago. Why?" Finn moved closer and squatted down behind the rear bumper. "These are bullet holes." "Yes, they are," she agreed. She didnt seem the least fazed. "Ive got to get going or Ill be late for work." He wasnt about to let her leave. "They havent been here long." "The bullet holes?" "Yes, the bullet holes," he said. He was asking questions so rapidly he wasnt giving her time to answer. "Yes, I was in the car. I was on the highway when it happened. He wanted me to stop. I didnt know he shot at me until I was back in Texas. The holes are so low, I didnt see them until a few days later. In fact, youre the only other person whos noticed them." "You couldnt hear gunshots?" His voice was brisk, no nonsense. He was all FBI now. Her hand went to her hip. "I was in the middle of a blizzard at the time. All I could hear was the howling wind." "Where exactly were you?" "Northwest of Minneapolis. Finn, Ive got to leave." She wasnt going anywhere until she gave him a few more details. "Who did you report it to?" Peyton knew he wasnt going to like her answer. "I didnt report it." "Because you didnt realize he was shooting at you." "Exactly." "But when you did see the bullet holes--" She cut him off. "I didnt report it." "Why the hell not?" Frustration made his voice sharp. "He could be out there now trolling for his next victim, and maybe this time hell hit the gas tank or, worse, the driver." She shook her head. "No, he wont." "Did you get the make or model?" "I have to leave." "No, you have to answer me." "You know what, Finn. Youre just as bossy and stubborn as you were when I was a little girl." "And youre just as aggravating. Now answer me." She gave in. "It was a big white truck, and I know for a fact that he isnt out on the highway looking for other victims." Unless someone gets on Drew Albertsons bad side , she silently added. She took a step closer. "And Im not a victim. I took control of the situation and forced him to stop chasing me." "How?" he asked, trying to concentrate on what she was saying and not how sexy she was or how good she smelled. "I sent him into a field. Actually, I sent him through a fence into a field." "How did you do that?" "Some...intricate driving moves." Slamming on the brakes and going into a spin that she was helpless to control could be considered an intricate move, couldnt it? "Intricate driving moves, huh?" he repeated, smiling. "Yes," she said. "He didnt get hurt," she hastened to add. "His car sank into the snow, and he was stuck. I pulled over to make sure he didnt need an ambulance. I watched him get out and start pounding his fists on the truck." "You saw the shooter?" Uh-oh. Too late, she realized she shouldnt have mentioned that fact because now he was going to ask her another hundred questions. She decided to stop him before he got started. "I didnt get a close look at him, but Ive got a good idea who he is." He seemed to take the news in stride. "Okay. Who is he?" "His name is Rick Parsons, and he works for the company that hired me." He nodded calmly, but she noticed his jaw was clenched. "Since you never reported the incident to the police, he wasnt arrested." "Thats right." "Why was he chasing you?" "Because I left," she said, evading the details. "They really hate it when you leave the company"--she shrugged--"so they shoot at you." Peyton thought he would think her answer funny, but apparently he wasnt amused. She was sure he would have kept her there with his questions for the rest of the evening, or until he had the entire story, if a groomsman hadnt appeared and told him he had to return to the church for photos. Finn answered that he would be right there, then opened the car door for Peyton. Before he started back up the hill toward the church, he turned to Peyton and said, "We arent finished with this." Details ISBN0451467558 Author Julie Garwood Short Title HOTSHOT Pages 400 Language English ISBN-10 0451467558 ISBN-13 9780451467553 Media Book DEWEY 813.54 Residence Leawood, KS, US Year 2014 Publication Date 2014-07-01 Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2014-07-01 NZ Release Date 2014-07-01 US Release Date 2014-07-01 UK Release Date 2014-07-01 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Format Paperback Imprint Berkley Publishing Corporation,U.S. Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:80504221;

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