Bluer Than Velvet

HE COULDN'T SAY NOShe had a face like an angel and a body designed for sin, and she wanted him to help her disappear? Sam Zachary was a private investigator, not a magician. So he showed Laura McNeal the door to his house. Nestled in the country, he figured it would be the ideal hideout. But between the bullets flying through his kitchen window and the alluring damsel in distress seeking shelter in his arms, his embrace his bed his home was anything but safe. Laura had turned his ordered, lonely life upside down, and while he could live without the gunfire, he was damn sure he couldn't live without the lady.