Gun for Hire
The Maui Heat Series
The job should have been simple—patrol a swank beach that serves as a backyard for Maui’s rich, kick out the riffraff, and get a tan in the process. But rent-a-cop Samantha Winters didn’t anticipate a deliciously grumpy cop, Sergeant Grady Roark, who comes down to the beach to bust her chops and instead leaves her breathless…and wondering why the one man who could help her seems determined to thwart her at every turn.
Grady is keeping secrets from Sam that have him walking the line between attraction and duty. But when Sam becomes the target of a shadowy organization, Grady will have to choose between the law and the temptation of a woman who has him breaking every rule he’s ever known.
The job should have been easy, but when the bullets start flying, Sam learns nothing is as easy as it seems when you’re a Gun for Hire.
“Why John Deacon, Sam?” Grady’s hands tightened on the steering wheel.
I threw my hands up. “It could be Jesus Christ himself signing my paycheck and I’d still be doing it for the same reasons! The job works for my family. What is your problem with John Deacon? And don’t tell me nothing—you owe me more than that.”
“Maybe I’m just jealous.” Grady stared ahead. “Like you said.”
My stomach did a loop. “Don’t use your charm on me, I’m immune—”
“You think I’m charming?”
“Hell no, I don’t! And particularly not when you’re avoiding my question.”
“But you said I had charm.” He tilted his head and gave me a long, sly look from the corner of his eyes. His teeth flashed white from that tanned face and I nearly had to fan myself when I realized I loved the feeling of Grady teasing me.
I threw my hands up in the air. “I give up!”
He wanted to talk about confusing? All I knew about Grady prior to this day was that he was six-foot-two of gorgeous and about as warm as a polar bear on the North Pole in January. And now—I didn’t know who the hell was sitting next to me in this patrol car. “I spilled, you’re not going to tell me about John Deacon—right now, anyhow—so it’s your turn. Who are you?”
Grady lips quirked up, letting me know he’d won that point. “I’m a haole but I’m third generation.”
“Hawaiian, but not native Hawaiian.” I’d learned one or two things in my short time on this island.
He nodded. “My family has a cattle ranch near Hana; I inherited some land up on the hillside from my granddad when he passed on. I’ve got a cousin in every government office and I’m related to half the police force in one way or another. Kai and I are probably long-lost cousins but we’ve never found the connection.”
“Maui royalty, huh?”
Grady laughed. “Hardly. But this is my place. It’s in my blood—I belong here.”
“And that’s why you take it so personally—this whole serve-and-protect thing.” I said it as a statement, not a question, but he nodded anyhow.
“Every person on this island is family, in a way. I owe them my best.”
“So you dislike John Deacon because he’s a newcomer?”
Grady’s jaw squeezed. “You’re a newcomer, but I like you just fine.”
I cleared my throat and tried to ignore the alarm bells going off in my pants. “So what’s the plan?” We were starting to near Kahului Harbor, the location of the cruise ship terminal.