Lauderdale Books
When you venture out of your comfort zone, better be armed for trouble. Maren North’s grandfather has lost his mind. Why else would Pops bequeath her his neglected Fort Lauderdale private investigations business—when he’s not even close to croaking—and ride off into the retirement sunset? Never mind that a successful voice actress has exactly zero qualifications to be a P.I. First order of business, hire someone to show her the ropes. The second man through the door arrives just in time to bodily throw the first one out on his ear. Floyd James—six-foot something of gentle giant who knows how to get tough when the situation calls for it—turns out to be just the right man for the job. Good thing, too, because her first case is a doozy. Caturday Ginseng is looking for her ex. Okay, sounds doable. Until she makes it clear she wants Maren to do the dirty work of offing him—and that’s where things go from shady to dangerous faster than you can say murder for hire .
Just when you think it’s safe to stop looking over your shoulder… When Stella Redman’s abusive ex-boyfriend, “Tick,” appears out of nowhere hell-bent on turning her into a hood ornament, she doesn’t stick around to ask why. She runs hard and fast, looking for a friendly door. Lucky for her, the door belongs to WD Security, and the man who sends Tick packing—and bleeding—is Lucas Adler, a square-jawed ex-cop with deadly accurate aim, a talent for making Stella develop an embarrassing tendency to babble, and a baffling ability to win over her shy three-year-old son. Asking nothing in return but her trust that he’ll keep her safe, Lucas brings all WD’s resources to bear to give Stella some much-needed breathing room. But men like Tick don’t give up easily. And it only takes one moment of believing her troubles are over for that illusion to go up in flames…
When Hadley’s got trouble, this big bad Wolf has her back. Life came to a screeching halt when I returned from a rare business trip to find the house sold and my kids and their grandmother missing. My stable life quickly descended into two frantic weeks of searching for the trio. I hired a private detective and was ultimately reunited with my children at WD Consulting. But then the wild ride began. Barely taking a breath, accusations of real estate fraud thrust me into an intricate web of lies, leaving my reputation tarnished and my freedom in peril. Clearing my name meant navigating challenges with stakes higher than ever imagined. And when danger strikes, I discover how far WD will go to take care of family.
Threats aren’t easily eliminated when they retreat into the shadows. I always liked Trace Wyatt but I never claimed to “like him" like him. Yet somehow we made a mistake. Something involving too much alcohol, raging hormones, and an Elvis preacher. The bottom line is I need to undo that mistake because I truly suck at relationships. As one of WD Security's team of personal security guards, I'm very good at kicking butt (in flats or high heels) and spotting danger from a mile away, but what just happened in Vegas? I never saw that coming. Not just the bullet that got a little too close for comfort, but that other thing I'd like to forget. The one that has my partner, Mr. Wyatt, all up in my biz. Meanwhile, our prime directive is protecting the enigmatic, insanely rich Harvey Masterson from an anonymous stalker. This should be almost routine for Trace and me. But this one is relentless, lurking somewhere inside Harvey's circle of wealthy cronies and determined to peel away every last layer of his protection, starting with us.