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"Another Wilde brother's story makes the pages sizzle"
Reviewed by Suzanne Tucker
Courtesy Old Book Barn Gazette
Posted June 20, 2003

In this story, we meet gorgeous, sexy Steve Wilde, a private investigator out to seduce the woman who's tempted him for far too long. Liz Adams, owner of The Daily Grind coffee shop, is worried about her cousin, Valerie, who's taken a job as a phone-sex operator and seems to Read more...

"Wilde and wicked!"
Reviewed by Kathy Boswell
Posted June 24, 2003

Liz Adams owns The Daily Grind, a specialty coffee shop. Every day she looks forward to a certain man to come into her shop. She knows where he sits, what he likes to drink and what he does while there but she doesn't know who he is. Not Read more...

Summary

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 . . .