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Sex . . .
What is it about men anyway? Bad cars, bad jobs, even bad teeth—nothing convinces them that they can't snare a Size Two Babe with a D-cup chest. And after way too many internet dates with men named "luvstick" and "bigdaddy182," Lucy Rothschild should know.
Lies . . .
But sitting across from her now is "hardluvnman," and he seems different—sensitive, honest, and hot! He says he's a plumber, while Lucy claims she's a nurse! She's really a mystery writer, dating online while researching her next book. Hey, everyone lies a little, don't they?
And Online Dating . . .
But Quinn's really an undercover cop hunting down a serial killer, and he sees Lucy as his top suspect. And while he could really go for this smart, sexy woman with the killer bod—if that's the only thing "killer" about her—he knows he needs to wine and dine her and discover the truth. Hey, he realizes the dating scene can be deadly—but this is ridiculous!
384 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 24, 2006
Lucy was a writer. She worked with words. She filled each of her books with a hundred thousand of them. But only two words cam to mind. Holy Crap! Not eloquent but fitting.


She pulled out a pair of jeans and a woman’s marathon T-shirt from the time she’d signed up to run but had accicentally on purpose slept in until after the starting gun.

She promised God that if he would just help her out with the hangover, she’d never drink red wine again.


“You said ‘Mr. Snookums.’”
A slow grin turned up the corners of his lips. “I must be in love with you,” he said. “The name of your cat doesn’t shrivel my sac anymore.”
Her chest got all achy and she blinked away the sudden stinging in her eyes.
“Well, I must be in love with you, because hearing you talk about your shriveling sac doesn’t make me want to stab my ears.”
"This is the best date I've ever had."
