Wilde Thing

SHE CAN’T STOP THINKING OF HIM.

Serious bad boy. That’s what Liz Adams thinks when she catches sight of dark, gorgeous Steve Wilde sitting at a table in her coffee house, giving her a look of bold, satisfying appraisal that has nothing to do with her espresso skills. Still, the man is the best P.I. in town, and the only person who might be able to help Liz track down her irresponsible, free-spirited cousin . . . if she can manage to spend more than two minutes in his company without surrendering to the wild fantasies dancing in her head.

HE CAN’T STOP WANTING HER.

Oh, baby. That’s exactly how Steve Wilde feels every time he comes into Liz’s cafe and catches sight of her sexy figure behind the counter. But a man can only pretend to be interested in the pastries for so long. Now that Liz has opened the door to him, Steve intends to storm right through it, along with her defenses, and show the aloof beauty what she’s been missing . . . and what he intends to do about it, slowly, deliberately, deliciously . . .

THERE’S NO STOPPING EITHER OF THEM.

Now, in a cat-and-mouse game where the thrill of the forbidden is never quite enough, a business arrangement is about to yield to pleasure . . . and the temptations that can only be found when hearts run wild . . .