by Avery Flynn
Series: B-Squad, #2
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 12, 2016
Freelance investigator Isaac Camacho has a weakness for bitchy blondes, and no one fits the bill quite like former beauty queen and gold digger Tamara Post. She’s sexy, feisty and on the run from a cult leader. Complicated women? Oh he loves them almost as much as he loves watching Tamara act like a total ice queen when he knows she burns white hot.
Calculating opportunist Tamara Post never cared what anyone thought about her—except for her sister. But when her sister dies, it’s up to Tamara to hide her teenage niece so the girl’s dictatorial father can’t marry her off to one of his disciples. The last thing Tamara has time for is Isaac—a man who flirts as well as he fills out a pair of worn jeans and whose stubborn determination to help makes it hard to act as if she’s really as cold as she appear.
When the bad guys find her, there’s only one person Tamara can depend on to help keep her alive until her niece is safe. But once the life and death chase is on, it’s not just their lives Tamara and Isaac are risking…but their hearts.
If someone had told Tamara Post a month ago that she'd be in one of Fort Worth's most exclusive members-only clubs sipping champagne at her ex-husband's Taz's engagement party, she would have laughed in that person's face. If they'd have said she'd be working as the office manager at B-Squad Security and Investigations—which her ex-husband's fiancée, Bianca Sutherland, owned—and loving it, she would have punched them square in the nose. Ex-beauty queens and former soon-to-be trophy wives didn't roll that way.
It was funny how life turned out.
Settling in on the velvet-covered settee in the Corsair Club's private party room, she contemplated getting another glass of wine from the open bar.
"Looking for one of these?" The man belonging to the deep bass voice held out a glass of her favorite chardonnay.
Whereas everyone else in the room was dressed in designer suits and glittering cocktail dresses, the tall, dark and handsome man in front of her was in pressed Wranglers, cowboy boots and a crisp white dress shirt. If he'd had a tie or a sports coat on at one time, he'd ditched them a while ago, judging by how his shirtsleeves were rolled halfway up his corded forearms. Not that she noticed that, or had scoped out the way his broad shoulders filled the shirt to perfection, or was tempted to ask him to turn around so she could confirm that his ass looked as good in those jeans as she imagined.
Men were no longer on her to-do list. But wine? Yeah, that she could do.
"Thank you." She took the glass and drank a sip.
The man sat down beside her, his brawny frame taking up most of the bench she wasn't already parked on. One of his jeans-clad legs brushed against her bare knee and, for the first time in months, a wave of warm desire had her clenching her thighs together.
Unable to figure out how to inch away to allow for space between them without being obvious about it, she crossed her legs. The move made her emerald-green skirt slide up her thigh a bit more than she was comfortable with under the circumstances. Still, giving him a glimpse of skin was less...unsettling...than actually touching him.
"I don't think we've been properly introduced." He held out his hand. "I'm Isaac Camacho."
She knew that name, and now she'd have a face to go with it every time she entered in expense reports. "You work with B-Squad."
He nodded. "On a come-and-go basis as a freelancer."
"Why's that?" From the number of B-Squad clients she'd had to turn away in the past month, Tamara knew the team could use another member.
"I've been told I don't play well with others."
His grin did something funny to her stomach.
"Now that really is too bad. It's important to play nice—mostly." It came out before she could stop it. Damn it. She didn't flirt. Not anymore. Men had been her drug of choice for too long and she'd sworn off of them.
He leaned in close. "Look, I don't want to make a scene but we need to get out of here. Now."
Her heart fluttered. She mentally rolled her eyes at herself. What could she say? Old habits died hard—even when they were oh-so-bad for her. "Why's that?"
His full lips flattened into a grim line. "There's a bounty hunter making his way through the front of the restaurant now. He's got papers on you."
I wasn’t too sure what to expect going into this one since I wasn’t too keen on the heroine from her appearance in the last book, but in the end, this one really worked for me. Throw in that snark and sass that you can always depend on in an Avery Flynn book, and this was an action-filled, fast-paced, fun read with some great characters.
Tamara has some real trust issues, Isaac is plagued by his past and considers himself a lone wolf, together these two should have all sorts of problems…but somehow Avery Flynn manages to create two characters who, as unlikely as it is, fit together perfectly. Not that they didn’t have their share of issues along the way, but from the beginning it was easy to see how Tamara and Isaac were just what the other needed.
And of course when you throw the rest of the B-Squad in to the mix you know you are going to get all sorts of colorful characters to help the story along. I loved getting to know Marko and Elisa better – I can just tell these two are going to be all sorts of trouble together. And seeing the B-Squad pull together to help one of their own – makes me want to be one of the group.
This one can be read as a standalone, but getting to see how these characters have evolved was a treat, so I would recommend starting from the beginning. If you like your romantic suspense fast-paced and action packed, filled with snark, sass, and sexy times, then this one needs to be on your TBR!
I received a copy of this book from the author for an honest review.
Also in the Series
Book #0.5: Bulletproof
Book #1: Brazen