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USA Today bestselling author Julie Leto launches a caliente new series featuring a sexy, Latina bounty hunter with an appetite for danger and an insatiable thirst for the man she's hunting down: her ex.
When Marisela Morales sets out to stop her ex-boyfriend Francisco Vega from skipping out on bail, she has a secret agenda: revenge. She hasn't seen Frankie in ten years, and back then, he broke her heart, choosing his gang over his girl. So when she tracks him down in their old haunt, a hot dance club in Tampa, she sets about seducing him into her trap.
Frankie has a secret agenda, too, and Marisela soon faces a tough choice: continue drifting through her twentysomething life -- hitting the same town with the same girlfriends every weekend while struggling to find a job and pay the rent -- or dive headfirst into danger with her ex. Frankie operates in a treacherous underworld full of arms dealers, assassins, and sinister agendas -- a world overrun with people keeping dirty little secrets -- and only Marisela has the cojones to fight her way to the truth.
Sexy, sultry, and action-packed, Dirty Little Secrets is a thrilling adventure in manhunting of the most dangerous kind.
- Sales Rank: #2986307 in Books
- Published on: 2005-05-31
- Released on: 2005-05-31
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 8.25" h x .90" w x 5.31" l, .64 pounds
- Binding: Paperback
- 352 pages
Review
"One of the sexiest books I've ever read."
-- Alisa Valdes-Rodriguez, author of The Dirty Girls Social Club
"Fizzy as a flute of champagne."
-- Alisa Valdes-Rodriguez, author of The Dirty Girls Social Club
About the Author
With twenty novels under her belt, USA Today bestselling author Julie Leto has established a reputation for writing ultra-sexy, edgy stories. A Florida native, Julie lives in her hometown of Tampa with her husband, daughter, a very spoiled dachshund, and a large and beloved extended family. She's currently writing the next installment in her Marisela Morales series for Downtown Press, tentatively titled Dirty Little Lies. For more information about Julie's upcoming releases, visit her website at www.julieleto.com
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Chapter One
"I remember when you used to stroke me like that."
Marisela Morales punctuated her pickup line by blowing on the back of Francisco Vega's neck. She watched the soft downy strands on his nape spike and knew her luck had finally turned around.
His fingers, visible as she glanced over his shoulder, drew streaks through the condensation on his beer bottle. Up and down. Slow and straight. Lazy, but precise. He toyed with his cerveza the same way he'd once made love to her, and for a split second, a trickle of moist heat curled intimately between Marisela's thighs. For the moment, the part of her Frankie used to oh-so-easily manipulate was safe, encased beneath silky panties and skin-tight, hip-hugging jeans.
Tonight, she'd have him -- but on her terms. The hunter had found her prey. Now, she just had to bring him in.
"I don't remember taking time for slow strokes when you and me got busy, niña."
Marisela sighed, teasing his neck with her hot breath one more time before she slid onto the bar stool next to his. She'd been trying to track the man down for nearly a week. Who knew Frankie would turn up at an old haunt? Since they'd parted ways, Club Electric, a white box on the outside, hot joint on the inside, had changed names, hands, and clientele a good dozen times. But a few things remained constant -- the music, the raw atmosphere -- and the availability of men like Frankie, who defined the word caliente.
Like the song said, Hot, hot, hot.
"We were young then," Marisela admitted with a shrug, loosening the holster strap that cradled the cherished 9mm
Taurus Millennium she wore beneath her slick leather jacket. "Now, I'm all grown up."
Marisela wiggled her crimson fingernails at Theresa, the owner of the club. The way the older woman's face lit up, Marisela figured she was going to get more than a drink. Damn. Marisela loved Theresa as if she were her aunt, but now wasn't the time for...
"Oh, Marisela! Mija, how can I thank you for what you did?"
The sentiment was as loud as it was sincere. So she'd done a nice thing for Theresa. The world didn't have to know. Good deeds could ruin her reputation.
And a simple thank-you wasn't enough for Theresa. She stepped up onto the shelf on the other side of the bar and practically launched herself into Marisela's arms. Rolling her eyes at Frankie, Marisela gave the owner a genuine squeeze. She deserved as much. She was a good listener, kept great secrets and mixed the best Cuba Libre in town.
"De nada, Theresa," Marisela said, gently disentangling herself. She appreciated the woman's gratitude, but she had work to do.
"Anything for you. Anytime. For you, drinks are on the house from now on, okay? You and...your friend."
Even as she tried to be the courteous hostess, Theresa's voice faltered when her eyes met Frankie's. Marisela's ex hadn't been in the neighborhood for years. And in that time, he'd aged. His skin, naturally dark, now sported a rough texture, complete with a scar that traced just below his bottom lip. His jaw seemed sharper and his once perfect nose now shifted slightly to the right -- likely the result of an untreated break. Even if he hadn't matured from a devilish boy to a clearly dangerous man, he likely wouldn't be recognized by anyone but Marisela and a few others who'd once known him well -- the very "others" Marisela had made sure wouldn't come into Club Electric again, on Theresa's behalf.
"I never say no to free booze," Marisela answered. "Gracias, Theresa."
Theresa blew Marisela a kiss, patted her cheek, then moved aside to work on her drink. To most people, a Cuba Libre was just rum and Coke with lime. To Marisela, it was a taste of heaven.
"What did you do for her?" Frankie asked, his voice even, as if he wasn't really curious.
Marisela knew better. She slid her arms on the bar, arching her back, working out the kinks in her spine while giving Frankie an unhampered view of her breasts. She didn't want him to waste his curiosity on what she'd done for Theresa; she wanted to pique his interest another way.
"Last week, las Reinas chose this bar as their new hangout. Not quite the clientele Theresa has in mind. Gangs aren't exactly good for business. I politely asked them to pick someplace else."
"Politely?" Frankie asked, his dark eyebrows bowed over his hypnotic eyes. "Last I remember, las Reinas didn't respond well to polite."
Marisela shrugged. She'd earned a great deal of respect from her former gang by choosing to bleed out. She'd used every fighting skill she'd ever learned, every survival instinct she'd ever experienced, to escape a lifelong bond to the gang. But she'd survived. Barely.
"They've learned some manners while you've been gone. Lots of things have changed. Like," she said, snagging his beer around the neck and taking a sip, "I don't settle for fast and furious no more."
Frankie didn't move a muscle. "Is that so?"
She smoothed her tongue over her teeth, then licked the lip of his bottle, careful not to smudge her ruby red lipstick. He snagged his drink back and chugged, his gaze locked on her mouth. Frankie always had a thing for her lips. Marisela thought they resembled something between Angelina Jolie and a grouper, but Frankie considered her thick, pouty flesh mighty fine. A detail she intended to use to her advantage, now that she'd found the man.
Theresa delivered her rum and Coke, tall and icy with a wedge of lime. After another wary glance at Frankie, she left them alone.
"So you come here a lot?" he asked.
"Where else am I gonna go? This is West Tampa, not Miami. We've got one club and this is it."
"There's always Ybor City."
"If you don't mind drunks who can't dance and ridiculous cover charges. This is still the neighborhood hot spot. You'd know that if you came around more."
"I've been busy," he answered, draining the rest of his beer.
She sipped her spiked cola. "And how was prison?"
He chuckled, slid his beer bottle away. "Big party," he quipped. "I got out two years ago."
"Really? I hadn't heard."
He snorted. He likely knew as well as she did that the precise location and activities of all the neighborhood kids -- young, old, and in between -- were reported, catalogued, and reported again from the shiny vinyl chairs of Viola's Beauty Parlor, two blocks south of Columbus Drive. Their mothers both had standing appointments every weekend. And thanks to Aida Morales's devotion to the Saturday morning religion of gossip and speculation, Marisela knew precisely what Frankie had been up to over the last decade as if she'd been there herself. Gang. Prison. Dock work in Miami. Nothing too complicated.
Then a week ago, he'd shown up in Tampa uninvited and unexpected. After less than an hour in town, he'd been arrested for possession. Thanks to his parents, he'd made bail -- and then he'd promptly disappeared.
Which was why she was here.
"So what have you been up to, Marisela?"
Her turn to snort. "Nothing too exciting. I did nails for a while. Worked at Wal-Mart. Graduated to Saks. Did some phone work and filing for Alberto Garcia, on the side. Now, I'm looking again."
She conveniently left out the parts his mother couldn't possibly have told him. Hardly anyone knew that her work for Alberto went beyond answering calls and shoveling papers. The owner of AAA-Able Bail Bonds had helped her out when her gang activity landed her in juvie. Instead of processing the teen and sending her on her way, he'd promised her a job. A real job. One where she'd put her fighting skills and gun experience to good use. She'd run little errands for him and trained her ass off until she turned twenty-one. Then, he'd put her in enforcement. For seven years, she'd tracked down bail-jumping bozos all across the state.
But Alberto had been careful not to send her into her own neighborhood to pick up strays. Called it a conflict of interest. So her secret life was safe. A good thing, too, since Frankie might not be so anxious to relive a little heat from their past if he knew she still carried a gun.
Illegally, but that was a fact she continued to ignore. She'd lost her license to carry and immediately thereafter, her position with AAA-Able. But she hadn't given up her piece. What the cops didn't know wouldn't hurt them, but ditching her weapon could get her killed.
"So, you're short on cash," Frankie said with a nod, his lips slightly pursed, hinting that maybe he knew more than she'd hoped.
"Who isn't?"
"Chasing deadbeats doesn't appeal anymore?"
Damn. Frankie might have been away for a while, but he obviously still had contacts. Still, she wiggled her newly polished nails, the index fingers tipped with tiny fake diamonds, and hoped to play down his knowledge of her enforcement activities. "Too hard on the manicure."
He chuckled. "Were you good?"
She sipped her Cuba Libre, enjoying the burst of the sweet carbonation against the smooth tang of the rum. "I'm good at lots of things."
"I remember."
Man, Frankie had some incredible eyes. Technically, they were hazel, but the flecks of green glittered as deep and vivid as fine oriental jade. Offset by his swarthy skin, his irises simmered with hot intentions -- every one of which Marisela could imagine in great detail.
"Wanna dance?" she asked, flicking a glance at the dance floor. At Club Electric, the music pulsed as hard and bright as the neon lights. The minute Marisela allowed herself to acknowledge the sounds, the rhythm seeped into her veins. Her shoulders and hips rocked and her feet itched to hit the dance floor and work off some of the fiery vibe slashing between her and Frankie.
"No," he answered.
She didn't hide her disappointment, pushing her lips into a thick pout. "Why not?"
"Not in the mood."
She leaned forward, her lips inches from his ear as the crowd around them whooped and sang a chorus of "Yo Viviré," a cover of Gloria Gaynor's...
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Four Stars
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good book to read
8 of 10 people found the following review helpful.
Couldn't put it down
By Cherise Everhard
This is the first book in what I hope is a long living series.
Marisela is an ex gang member. She is the ultimate heroine. She is tough, smart, and sexy. She starts off tracking her exboyfriend to a club in order to bring him in before he can skip bond. She soon realises things aren't always what they seem and she gets involved in Frankies world... I don't want to spoil the plot so I wont say much more other than the characters have a lot of chemistry and Julie has created a wonderful adventure series... With a lot of romance mixed in. A great book. It has everything.
6 of 9 people found the following review helpful.
Hotter then a chili pepper
By Izzy Szyn
This is your chance to get in on the start of a fabulous new series from one of my favorite authors Julie Elizabeth Leto. Marisela Morales is tough as nails, and is recruited to work with her former lover Frankie.
Marisela soon finds herself immersed in the world of drug dealers/warlords and sent to rescue the daugher of a wealthy socialite from her father. Except appearances can be deceiving, in this world there are no black and white characters.
I cannot say enough how much I loved this book. If I could give it more then 5 stars I would.
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