Can't a guy look up a woman's skirt...
...without losing part of his anatomy? It isn't my fault
the town librarian, aka Miss Alex Forrest, likes to perch
on high heels and tall ladders for a guy's maximum viewing
pleasure. The lady's bod and choice of outfit may be muy
caliente, but the gaze is icy. Freezing. Arctic-in-a-
bikini cold. Give her time. She'll come around to the old
Duncan Forbes charm. And once I have that Alex in bed,
she'll tell me everything I need to know about this town
and its link to the lost painting my employers paid me to
I'd rather eat drain cleaner...
...than spend one more minute with that smug, big-city art
professor, Duncan Forbes. The "Indiana Jones of the Art
World"? Please. He couldn't find the Architecture stack
till I pointed it out. And if I grabbed hold of his well-
toned arm, it's not because he happens to be the sexiest
man ever to destroy my Dewey Decimal System, it's because
I'm not used to finding a dead body in my library and a
girl can be excused a weak moment...
In the town of Swiftcurrent, Oregon, things are heating
up. Dead bodies and missing masterpieces, family secrets
and dangerous threats, a man who likes to feel his way
around a problem and a woman who enjoys being the
problem...it's all adding up to the kind of steamy
sleuthing that just may lead them both beyond temptation
and put their desires in drive...