Heiress Ivy Smithson is determined to keep her flaky sister from making the worst mistake of her life: marrying the wrong man. Clearly, the guy is just after the family’s money.To stop her, Ivy teams up with her father’s gorgeous, wisecracking, and supremely difficult security consultant, ex-cop Joe Dunham. Ivy’s way too uptight to be his style, but she’s had his attention from the first — maybe because Joe always pays attention where women are concerned.
Bickering all the way, off they go on a mission to Vegas to track down Ivy’s sister and stop the wedding.When Ivy and Joe anger the wrong people, their lives get dangerous, but guns and gangsters aren’t the only threat they face.
Ivy knows Joe isn’t her type, so why does falling for the wrong guy feel very, very right?
- File Size: 450 KB
- Print Length: 324 pages
- Page Numbers Source ISBN: 1612177344
- Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
- Publisher: The Wild Rose Press; Champagne Rose 1st edition (December 27, 2012)
- Sold by: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
- Language: English
- ASIN: B00AU5VJLY
Opposities to attack. This is the third book I have read by Linda and adore her writing style. The interactions between Ivy and Joe and Vegas is hilarious. That alone makes the book a winner all in itself.
All Joe wants to do is get Ivy to her destination and get paid. He had no intention of falling for her. Ivy wants to get to her sister to save her from marrying the wrong man. She doesn’t want to fall for Joe they are worlds apart but that doesn’t stop them.
Between falling for each other and the bad guys who knows what is going to happen.
This is a great read anyone would like.
Now lets her from Linda
Hi, Babs. Thanks so much for having me here at Bab’s Book Bistro today! My new release, By Hook or By Crook, is a bit of a road romance, but it does spend most of its time in a couple of locations I find fascinating. The first is Vegas. When it comes to romance, Vegas is an ideal setting. It’s a land of quickie weddings and quick-ier divorces. Showgirls, bars, restaurants, casinos, prostitutes: If you’re looking to misbehave or just cut loose and have a good time, Vegas is the place for you. (But don’t believe what they say. What happens in Vegas does not stay in Vegas. It’s a scientific fact. You can look it up if you don’t believe me.) It’s an easy place to make fun of too. Between Elvis impersonators, drive-through wedding chapels, organized crime, and crooked politicians, Vegas has a lot to mock. That’s always a plus for a writer of romantic comedies like me.
Ivy Smithson goes to Vegas not to plan a quickie wedding, but to prevent one. Her irresponsible younger sister Daisy has just announced she’s eloping to Vegas to marry her boyfriend, an MMA fighter named Pock. (No one is quite sure whether that’s his first or last name. I suspect even Pock doesn’t know.) Pock has a big bout scheduled in a Vegas hotel and they’ll marry afterwards. Ivy hooks up with her wealthy father’s security consultant, Joe Dunham, to find the couple and prevent what Ivy is sure will be a disastrous marriage. But Pock and Daisy never show up to the bout, and Ivy and Joe find evidence that they fled the hotel in a panic. So they set off on a twin mission to make sure the couple is okay, and to dissuade them from a rash marriage. Joe thinks the whole thing is unconscionable meddling, but Ivy’s family is signing his checks, so who is he to argue?
When they leave Vegas, they come to the next location that I find fascinating: the Lake Tahoe region. It’s not far from Vegas at all, but in some ways, it’s light years away. It has natural beauty, skiing, water sports, gargantuan snowfalls, pine forests–lots of things that are alien to Vegas. But because it’s on the Nevada border, it still has quickie wedding chapels and casinos! True story: When my husband and I were engaged, I begged him to elope to Lake Tahoe. It seemed like the perfect place. We could get married at a hotel and spend the rest of the week on a glorious honeymoon in one of the most beautiful places in the country. Alas, he wouldn’t go for it. We got married in a historic house in our hometown instead, and we’re still married fifteen years later, so it worked out okay. Still, I’m waiting for my Lake Tahoe honeymoon. Maybe it’ll be a 20-year anniversary thing. Who knows.
Thanks again for having me today, Barb. Here’s an excerpt of By Hook or By Crook. Joe and Ivy just wagered on the outcome of a game of pool, and Ivy won:
“So you’ve won. What’s your prize going to be?”
His green eyes glittered. Her pulse pounded, intoxicated by his nearness and the possibilities and pitfalls of claiming her prize. She hadn’t even thought about what forfeit she would demand. On the PA, a soulful old song started, one of her favorites, “Tell It Like It Is,” by the Neville Brothers. It was a welcome change from the country tunes the jukebox had been pumping out all night. Near the cluster of pool tables, couples moved together on a tiny dance floor.
“Dance with me,” she said on impulse.
“Sure. I like this song.”
“I’m not much of a dancer,” he hedged.
“Too bad. That’s your forfeit.”
His eyes narrowed as he took her hand. “Come on.”
They staked out a small corner of the dance floor, settling into a slow rhythm to the accompaniment of the pulsing piano line. Ivy first tried to keep him at arms’ length, but Joe pulled her close until their bodies brushed. Sort of a metaphor for how things had gone since they met, Ivy thought with a trace of panic. She tried to keep him at a distance, but he reeled her in relentlessly, using her desire for him to overcome her doubts.
“So you like this song?” he asked, speaking softly in her ear.
The timbre of his low tone sent shivers down her neck. Her breasts brushed against the swell of his chest.
The fleeting contact heated her body. She slid one hand slowly from his upper arm to drape loosely around his neck. Her fingertips tangled in his hair.
“Yes. It has beautiful lyrics.”
“Oh, yeah? I never paid any attention.”
They both fell silent and listened to Aaron Neville’s sweet voice imploring his woman to forget her foolish pride and tell him how she felt. The words sent awareness straight to her brain. Her eyes met Joe’s and she knew they were thinking the same thing. The song described them perfectly.
“You should tell it like it is, Ivy.” She could barely hear his hoarse voice over the music, but she understood him loud and clear. “Do you want me?”
His honest question demanded an honest answer.
She swallowed once and decided to be braver than she felt. “You know I do,” she returned, unable to look away.
“Are you going to be mine tonight? No changing your mind once we get home?”
“No changing my mind,” she vowed.