HART’S GIRLS BY AWARD WINNING AUTHOR, LYNDA REES

 The highly profitable, disgusting human trafficking industry puts children in all neighborhoods at risk, especially prevalent along the I75 corridor. FBI Special Agent Reggie Casse and U. S. Marshal Shae Montgomery are determined to stop abductions of innocents in and around Sweetwater, Kentucky. The professionals clash. Antagonism turns to attraction they can’t act on without putting lives in danger. A break in the investigation leads to powerful players. Return of Shae’s ex-fiancé, relocation of a WITSEC witness and wedding plans interrupt any possibility of romance.

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HART’S GIRLS
Women’s Crime Fiction
BY LYNDA REES

Excerpt

Reggie applied hot pink lipstick and checked makeup and hair in the rearview mirror. Long, curly tresses usually tamed into a ponytail or twist, hung freely draping her shoulders, and ringlets surrounded her face.

She pulled keys from ignition of her 1970 emerald green Chevelle. She’d turned in the company car for one of her own choosing. Admiring sparkle in the paintjob, she locked the door and strutted toward the nondescript facility occupied mostly by doctors.

She’d thought she recognized the sandy-haired guy at the bar last evening but couldn’t place him. Usually her memory fired on all cylinders, especially when it came to tasty-looking men.

Tall, clean-cut and slim wasn’t overly thin, but less meaty than she liked them. She preferred a bit of brawn. Too short a haircut made him appear on the edge of nerdy—not Reggie’s style, but aptly respectable.

The scar beside his right brow added to masculine appeal. Funny; men with intriguing experiences under their belt gave off sex appeal like they sweated testosterone. No wonder she’d gotten that vibe from the not-quite-geeky stranger. It made sense now.

Sage had caught her watching him leave. “Hot, isn’t he? I’m surprised he didn’t come over and say something to you before leaving.”

“Why?” She’d faced Sage with a frown.

“Did you talk earlier?” Sage had looked perplexed.

“No, why would we?”

“You do know him; right?” Sage’s head had tilted forward.

“Should I?”

“I’d say so. After all, you’ll be working with Marshal Shae Montgomery tight as a filly in season and a rutting stud.” Sage winked, obviously under the impression an affair would ensue between Reggie and the marshal.

“That was Montgomery?” Had she needed hitting over the head?

Sage had burst out laughing, joined by Corrie and Riley, who had been listening. The old friends had a laugh fest at Reggie’s expense. The rest of the crew had arrived. Sage had repeated the story, and they’d poked more fun at Reggie.

She didn’t mind being brunt of their teasing. If you couldn’t take a joke, you might as well be toes up. She liked to dish it out, so didn’t mind taking it.

The office was marked only by a bronze plaque announcing Suite 100. She tried the door. It opened into a large room. Two desks faced what appeared as a waiting room. A handful of uncomfortable leather seats lined the door side wall. A couple of such chairs fronted each of two desks. One was unoccupied. At the other sat her target.

Reggie ambled toward him without a word, chuckling inside at shock on his face and thrilled she received the reaction she wanted. A closer look showed his square jaw and full, kissable lips.

A zip of heat sped through her. This was going to be fun.

She hitched navy slacks, undid the button of her matching blazer and hopped to sit on his desktop. Florescent light from above glistened on her chartreuse, silk, tank top, directing his eyes to her perky, high breasts. She leaned slightly forward, to give him full benefit of the view. She crossed slim legs and dangled a spiked high heel toward him.

He pushed away and snapped his laptop shut.

Electricity zipped through her insides.

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“Close your mouth, Montgomery; don’t want to catch a fly. Why didn’t you stick around last night? The gals told me who you were, but before I could come to the bar to introduce myself, you ran out like your ass was on fire.”

Shae shook off disbelief with a twist and roll of his shoulder. “What are you doing here?”

The gal had impressive cojones. She’d befriended her married lover’s wife. Now she was hitting on Shae. He couldn’t resist seeing what she was up to before he put a stop to it.

“I’m here to work.” She clicked her tongue and winked.

Damn, the broad’s a hooker—obviously a high class one, but a piece for hire, nonetheless. Shae didn’t fancy paying for sex. If she wasn’t for hire, he’d consider a roll in the sheets—if she wasn’t Wyatt’s woman.

Disappointment in Wyatt Gordon plunged once again. How was he to work with the sheriff, when he abhorred Wyatt’s lifestyle? Shae’s attitude toward Wyatt’s personal business shouldn’t interfere; but this was Sweetwater, small town of all small towns. The gossip grapevine was notorious. Shae wouldn’t be able to hide disappointment in Wyatt for long.

“Sorry, I’m not in the market for a date, a mistress or whatever arrangement you have in mind.” He gripped fingers together in his lap.

Her head threw backward, and she gave out the loudest cackle Shae had heard from a lady. This female might look fine and proper in designer garb, but her profession was anything but ladylike.

“What the hell is so funny?” He stood, hands in pockets of dress slacks. “You’d best go.” He shook his head. “Is sleeping with local lawmen a ploy to protect your business? Or do you like to live on the edge?”

He whipped out his badge and flashed it, before stowing it back in his pocket. That ought to send her running.