COLD FEET FEVER
A Romantic Crime Mystery with Tons of Humor
Secrets and Crime Have Never Been So Much Fun—or So Romantic!
A bad boy gambler with a lazy streak and commitment issues:
Owning Kinki, Atlantic City’s first paranormal nightclub, isn’t as easy—or as much fun—as Sam Jackson anticipated. Someone’s trying to shut him down before he opens, he’s on the verge of bankruptcy, and his matchmaking granddaddy has hired a sexy event planner with a mysterious background, bossy disposition, and criminal ties.
A mortician-turned-event-planner with big secrets:
A job as event planner offers single mom, Katie Deluca, her last chance to escape her past. Turns out party planning is more difficult than organizing funerals. Plus, the nightclub owner, although perfect for awakening her sensuality, couldn’t be more wrong for the stability she craves.
Forced to collaborate, they overcome obstacles and fight crime:
Katie is the one person who can salvage Kinki—and heal Sam’s emotional wounds. Together, they tangle with a goofy dog, exploding trucks, an unfortunate synchronized swimming episode, homicidal thugs, a corrupt building inspector, disappearing corpses, a kidnapping, and the threat of live cremation, all to deliver a kick-ass grand opening.
With growing desperation, Katie managed to pry her purse from Rex’s jaws. He registered his disapproval with another howl ending in an eerie, wolf-like falsetto.
She prayed the couch’s occupants were far enough along in their bliss to ignore the interruption. Purse to chest, she silently backed away. She’d reached the main office when a man’s drawl flooded her entire body with apprehension.
“Much as I hate to break the mood, darlin’, I’d better check up on Rex. I don’t trust him near the pizza.”
Before Katie could flee, or dig a hole for herself, or better still, throw herself out the window, Sam Jackson, playboy and, if she believed the Internet gossip, all-around heartbreaker strolled out of the alcove. Buttoning an amber silk shirt the same color as his eyes and wearing a Stetson, he halted and scrutinized Katie across the gleaming expanse of conference table.
The grainy newspaper photos she’d studied online didn’t come close to doing justice to his masculine glory. Everything about him screamed sexy, from that chiseled jaw and those sculpted lips, to his streaky blond hair framing a face that belonged on the big screen.
Fortunately, pretty packaging didn’t interest her in the slightest. Nope. The man was a degenerate who enjoyed booze, gambling, and women, not necessarily in that order.
As he closed in, his gaze took a long, leisurely tour of her body before settling on her mouth. He exuded a hint of cologne, all woodsy and spicy and delicious, not that she cared. Was it her imagination, or did his expression hint at amusement?
“Howdy, ma’am. I apologize if my dog scared you, but I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong office.” His voice was a little raspy, steeped in moonlight and magnolias.
Katie cleared her throat. “I’m in the right place, thank you.”
One side of his mouth kicked up a notch. “You must be here for our job fair. Try Room 204. That’s our HR department. In that outfit, you’d make a perfect Dracula’s Lair attendant.” A broad grin creased his cheeks, causing the corners of his eyes to crinkle.
“No, but thank you anyway.” Katie studied his face. “It’s obvious you didn’t touch base with your boss this morning.”
“Really? And all this time I believed I was the boss.”
Inspiration for Cold Feet Fever
I first met bad boy Sam Jackson as the younger brother of my hero in Fur Ball Fever. Sam issmokin’ hot, charming, and a serial womanizer. He’s also a deadbeat, gambler, and the bane of his brother’s existence. I enjoyed writing about Sam so much, I decided he deserved his own story. At the end of Fur Ball Fever, he buys a nightclub with his gambling winnings, triggering the premise for my next book, Cold Feet Fever.
What could be more fun than tormenting a player like Sam by including a woman who would drive him crazy while breaking down all his barriers? So I threw in a bossy event planner his eccentric Granddaddy Hiram (who also happens to be his business partner) hired to keep him in line. Since I delight in torturing my protagonists, I then proceeded to make Sam’s life a living nightmare by adding as many roadblocks to a happily-ever-after as I could think of.
About Maureen Fisher:
Transplanted from Scotland to Canada at the tender age of seven, I now live with my second husband in Ottawa, Ontario. After spending eons in the I.T. consulting world, I grew weary of wearing snappy power suits, squeezing into panty hose, and fighting rush hour traffic. I made a life-changing decision—I would write books. Not dry, boring, technical treatises, but fresh, funny romantic suspense novels.
How do I spend my time? Besides writing, I’m a voracious reader and volunteer for an addiction family counseling program. In addition, I’m a bridge player, yoga practitioner, seeker of personal and spiritual growth, pickle ball enthusiast, and an infrequent but avid gourmet cook. My husband and I love to hike, bicycle, and travel. I’ve swum with sharks in the Galapagos, walked with Bushmen in the Serengeti, sampled lamb criadillas (don’t ask!!!) in Iguazu Falls, snorkeled on the Great Barrier Reef, ridden an elephant in Thailand, watched the sun rise over Machu Picchu, and bounced from Johannesburg to Cape Town in a bus called ‘Marula’.
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