Book Title: Finder Fees
Author: Kelly Gendron
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: October 4, 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
J.T. Renton is worth millions. He wants for nothing. When he finds Sloan Mathis, he has to have her. Problem is she belongs to another, and J.T.’s not about taking another guy’s girl. But the idea that he can’t have her. Well, it just makes the challenge driven, J.T. Renton want his latest find that much more.
Finder Fees ~ A TroubleMaker Novel
J.T. Renton is what you might call a Finder. But the one thing this former bounty hunter no longer finds is people. That is until he’s offered a finder fee he just can’t resist. What J.T. doesn’t know is his latest find comes with a hidden fee, one that could end up costing J.T. his well-guarded heart.
Sloan Mathis is on the run from her dangerous ex. So when she encounters J.T. Renton, it takes her a second to realize the arrogant, sexy, and oh-so-frustrating Finder has actually mistaken Sloan for her twin sister. And to uncover what’s going on with her gone missing sister, Sloan lets J.T. believe that he’s found what he’s been looking for.
“I-I can’t believe you just walked out here butt-ass naked.”
“Why?” His eyelids lift. “What do I have to be ashamed of?”
“Uh…” Does he really want me to answer that?
“Besides,” he says, the side of his mouth turning up, “it ain’t like you haven’t been imaging what I look like butt-ass naked.”
“In your dreams,” I hiss. Powerless, I steal another glimpse of the muscles rippling down his arms, his flat stomach, and his strong legs. Hot damn, he’s perfect.
“Precisely where I’ve been, huh?”
“Yeah, right.” I stand up from the bed, my strength weakening.
“That’s not what you were mumbling in my ear last night,” he says, readjusting the towel around his sculptured waist.
“Hey, I was perfectly fine on the floor. You didn’t have to pick me up and put me in bed with you.”
“Just as I thought.” He shakes his head and takes a few steps toward me.
“What’s that?” I turn a bit to the left to move away from the unsafe bed.
“You were awake when I did that, and you still had no fight in ya to stop me. Admit it. You wanted to sleep with me. Those sexy legs of yours wanted nothing more than to wrap themselves around my body, and as for your hands…” His eyebrow curves. “Are you gonna deny where they were wandering to—”
“Now I know you’re full of shit! My hands didn’t wander anywhere.”
“No, but mine did, and there was no fight in ya to stop me then either.”
“Ew!” I don’t remember sleeping with him. But, hell, if I’d been awake, my frisky hands would’ve been all over him. “Fuck off,” I lurch, utterly frustrated.
“Now let’s not start throwing that word around, ‘cause standing here in nothing but a towel with you wanting what you want…” he says, shaking his head. “Well, I can’t promise that boyfriend of yours will be too happy to hear about you, me, and the eff word all summed up into one.”
“Yes, I know.” He waves me off. “I’m an arrogant ass, but hey, I get it. You want me, but you belong to someone else.” He shrugs and grins. “It happens.”
My hands ball into tight fists at my sides. “I belong to no one!”
“You do, Sloan, whether you want to admit it or not. You’re his.” He presses closer, and my back hits the wall. “And be thankful for it.” He lifts his hands and places them on the wall, trapping me. “See, the fact is…” His eyes roll down my body, then slowly saunter back up, “That’s the only thing stopping me from stripping your clothes off, slamming you against this wall, and fucking you hard.” He leans in, and my entire being shakes from the inside out. “It’s all that’s stopping me from making every bone in your body ache for me, and every muscle ache because of me. And let me tell ya, by the time I got through with you…” He pauses again, his lips slightly parted, his head tilting closer. “You’d certainly belong to someone, because I’d make you completely mine.”
“But I’m not sure there’s such a thing as a perfect guy. In my experience, I certainly haven’t found one. I seem to attract the severely flawed and mentally deranged.”
“I can’t let another guy just come in and sweep me off my feet, only to drop me back down on my ass after he gets what he wants. I’ve had that problem since I was eight, when Jimmy Buttons asked to be my boyfriend just so he could sit with me at lunch and have some of Grandma Mora’s blue-ribbon pie.”
This is my second Kelly Gendron book and it won’t be my last, I adore her stories and quirky characters. She writes about “TroubleMakers” but they generally turn out to be trouble-finders and trouble-fixers if you ask me. Her books are a connected series, yet each is stand-alone, so no sucky cliffhangers – yay! Her characters personalities are generally a bit edgy - but are lovable and good hearted, and while considerably flawed and feel themselves beyond hope – they are always redeemable and comprised of a soft center - once we get beyond their hard, and usually heavily tattooed, shells. The men are always cut, handsome, tatted, multi-taskers, smokin' hot, and well experienced alpha males that sport ample “trouser meat.” The writing is witty, clever, easy to follow, and flavored with hot and tasty spices. Yum – mee! I could live on a steady diet of that alone.