STRANGE TANGO by
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The first in the series of novellas,
STRANGE TANGO by Michelle Dayton, follows the story of Adam, a professional
jewel thief and Jess, a brilliant
technologist and disgraced whistleblower. Find
out what happens when they must work together on a diamond heist, despite the
fact that they’re on opposite sides of the law. Fans of Janet Evanovich's
Stephanie Plum series and the In Death series by JD Robb will love this light
and sexy story featuring a bad guys with a heart of gold.
Synopsis:
Adam Patrick Henry, professional jewel thief, knows an amateur—and a
cheap wig—when he sees one. The mysterious woman across the room is far from a
pro, but her good instincts might come in handy on his next job. He could use a
partner, and if that partner happens to be irresistible, all the better.
Jessica Hughes has a long way to climb—and a whole lot to prove—before
she's back where she belongs. A cruel setup cost Jessica her job and her
reputation, and she's not opposed to a disguise and some underhanded tactics if
it means getting her life back. But she's no thief, not really, and teaming up
with a gorgeous stranger who's clearly up to no good might prove more dangerous
than it's worth.
Working a job this big could give Adam and Jessica everything they've
ever wanted—if their rocky partnership lasts long enough to carry it off.
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Praise for STRANGE TANGO
“Fun, with well-written moments of adrenaline, danger, and suspense”
—Smart Bitches, Trashy Books
“The
main characters, Jess and Adam, have great chemistry with an adventurous
plotline that had me turning the pages so quickly, I couldn't put it down until
the last page.” —Amazon Reviewer
“A fast paced, witty, and sexy story with smart, warm hearted characters. An exciting read that's fun from start to finish.” —Amazon Reviewer
This
novella is a great read for fans of fast-paced romantic spy caper suspense. You
don’t see many computer hacker/programmer heroines, so I was happy for the
change of pace. I also loved the complexity of the corruption conspiracy the
hero and heroine find themselves embroiled in. Typical Chicago. Despite
its short length, this story kept me guessing. The ending is sweet, though not
what you would expect. Definitely recommend.” —Amazon Reviewer
STRANGE TANGO Excerpt
Copyright
© 2017 Michelle Dayton
Jessica Hughes couldn’t remember the last time
she’d been so physically uncomfortable. The wig from hell was so itchy her eyes
were watering with the effort not to scratch her head. The sequins from the
stupid dress were poking her in the armpit like tiny little daggers. None of
the reviews on Rent the Runway had mentioned that fun detail. The sexy pink
pumps that RTR recommended as an accompaniment to the dress looked great, but
they also pinched her toes and heels. She was going to have feet full of blisters
tomorrow.
And
maintaining a British accent was a lot more difficult than she expected.
Luckily,
the idiot she was dancing with had quite a bit to drink with dinner and didn’t
seem to notice how she kept repeating words like “brilliant” and “fancy” and
“fortnight” in their conversation.
Now
if only she could distract him enough to get his keycard out of his pocket.
She glanced over his
shoulder at the clock on the wall. In five minutes the speeches would begin and
he would be up on the stage for a half hour. That was her window.
Unfortunately, she was running out of ideas on how to pull the keycard out of
his front pocket without getting grabby. Uck.
He picked just that moment
to run his sweaty hands down her mostly bare back and pat her on the bottom.
She was lucky that her face was over his shoulder so he couldn’t see her
suppress a gag. Luckily, she recovered quickly and gave an approving squeak. So
gross. I just let Jerome Taft touch my ass.
Oh, how the mighty had
fallen. Six months ago she’d been a star. The youngest VP in the history of the
University. The boss of Jerome’s entire department. Thank goodness they’d never
actually met in person. The University had three campuses across Chicagoland
and he’d worked at the suburban campus. While she’d been VP, his reputation had
been less than stellar. She remembered that in last year’s performance review,
his manager had labeled him “eager for advancement but unwilling to put in the
hard work required.” In other words, he liked to complain about his lack of
authority while he sat around playing on the Internet all day. Exactly the
opposite kind of employee she wanted in her department.
And now she was dressed
like a pricey call girl and letting him grope her. She felt like crying. Or
slapping him in the face.
Pull it together, Jess.
Focus on the goal. He’s a necessary evil for tonight.
She glanced around the
dance floor to make sure that no other members of her old department had
decided to dance. For those who didn’t know her well, she was confident that
her disguise was good. Tonight she didn’t look anything like Ignatius
University’s disgraced former Vice President of Technology. The one who’d been
led out of the building by security officers last October.
No, tonight she was a
skinny, tan, tarty, blonde Brit. But there were a few people in the ballroom
who had known her for years. If one of them got a good look at her face…well,
that could be trouble.
Luckily, the dance floor
was still safe. It was crowded with couples, but no one she recognized. The
band finished “As Time Goes By” and transitioned to “At Last.” She sighed. She
loved that stupid, sappy song. Trying to distract herself from Jerome’s hands
and the ticking clock, she closed her eyes and counted backward from ten.
When she opened her eyes, a
tall man with brown hair was staring right at her.
About five feet away, he
danced with a brunette in a purple dress. For a moment, his open stare
convinced her that she’d been recognized. Her pulse raced, and she started to
sweat. But, no. After meeting his eyes for ten seconds, she knew she’d never
met him before. Because, good God, she would have remembered this one. Wow. He
was about 6’3” with broad shoulders and wavy hair. His eyes were a vivid bright
blue.
The brunette said something
to him, and he broke eye contact with Jess to look down at her. Jess kept on
staring. She’d been looking for a distraction and this potent combo of Tom
Hiddleston and Gerard Butler had given her just that. Men dancing in tuxedos
didn’t usually look so…masculine.
He looked back up at her
and their eyes locked again as the female singer of the band crooned the lyrics
to “At Last.” Inwardly, Jess snorted. Probably every woman in the room looked
at that guy and heard Etta James singing “At Last.”
There are only three things Michelle Dayton
loves more than sexy and suspenseful novels: her family, the city of Chicago,
and Mr. Darcy. Michelle dreams of a year of world travel – as long as the trip
would include weeks and weeks of beach time. As a bourbon lover and unabashed
wine snob, Michelle thinks heaven is discussing a good book over an adult
beverage
