Bare Facts

Once upon a time, there were three little girls. Charity. Justine. Anna. Individually, they're lethal weapons. Together? They're the force to be reckoned with at Liberty Investigations. Their bodies may be made for sin, but everything else is for kicking ass. . . Charity Former model-turned-martial arts expert, Charity Keone is used to people thinking she's just a pretty face. They usually figure out the "oh crap" part just after she turns them into human pretzels and hauls them off to jail. And it's clear her latest client, shipping magnate Daniel Williams, is one of those guys who thinks she's all looks--until she saves him from a shooter. He responds passionately, and Charity. . .lets him. Whoa, baby. Suddenly Charity's wondering just whose body needs guarding. . . Growing up on the streets can make a guy wary, but nothing like the way Charity's got Daniel on his toes. Everything about her, from her Ivy League smarts to her criminally luscious bod, has him thinking less about the guys who want to take him out and more about showing Charity a few of his own moves. Lips-on-the-neck moves. Hands-everywhere moves. Pleasure-till-we-both-need-pain-medication moves. As long as he can keep his secrets safe from her it should be fine. But putting your life in the right hands is one thing, trusting your heart to them is something else. . .