Pinkerton Agent Jamie Donovan is packed with Irish Charm, from his disarming lilt to his devastating smile, and he knows it. He uses his gifts to bring evil to justice and women to his bed. Most women that is, except icy Kathryn Mitchell, Katie as he prefers to call her, much to her dislike. She seems immune to his charms, yet he finds himself drawn to her, feeling the need to protect the head-strong agent from herself.
Kathryn Mitchell is determined to prove herself a capable investigator. With her three month trial employment nearly over, all seems to be going well, until rival agent Jamie Donovan shows up trailing the same thief she's been assigned to capture. When the thief they are pursuing turns up dead, Kathryn and Jamie travel from New York City to Boston, battling turf, armed felons, and their feelings for each other as they attempt to track down a murderer.
PRINT ISBN 1-60154-212-7
(244 pages) Spicy
"Donovan," she hissed. "What the devil are you doing here?"
Dressed in a white linen shirt, dark un-buttoned frock coat, and thigh-hugging gray trousers, Pinkerton Agent Jamie Donovan moved onto the stoop and pulled the door shut behind him. "Tsk, tsk," he clucked as he pressed close. "Is that any way to greet a fellow detective?"
A stirring pull throbbed through her, just as it did on every other occasion she'd seen him, in spite of his dastardly deeds. Annoyed by her unwanted reaction, she stood her ground and thrust up her chin. "It is when that detective is you."
"Pray tell, what have I done to deserve such harshness?"
As if he didn't know. "Pittsburgh," she retorted. "Does that ring any bells?"
"I was investigating a potential labor strike and--"
"You bribed a miner, exposed my operation, and caused my partner and me to lose a jewel thief we'd been tracking for weeks."
"An unfortunate consequence to be sure--"
"And what about Albany?"
"Ah, the railroad incident." He shrugged sheepishly. "Well, ye win some, ye lose some, Katie darlin'."