Title: Austin Nights in Savannah
Series: Caulfield Cowboys Book Three
Author: Tina Holland
Genre: Contemporary Cowboy Romance
Release Date: June 20, 2019
Forensic accountant Savannah Andrews has a reputation for getting the job done. No matter what. Now she’s on her toughest assignment. Recruited by the FBI to take down the DeLugge crime family, Savannah is in the wrong place at the right time.
Federal Marshal Austin Caulfield’s timing has always been excellent. He’s surprised when he comes to Vegas to retrieve a witness at a sex club to find his childhood sweetheart on an auction block. Austin has no choice but to save her.
As Savannah and Austin get closer, limits are tested and secrets revealed. Nothing in Vegas is what it seems, least of all the club Flesh. Will Savannah find out the secrets behind the notorious club? Will Austin get his witness to the stand, or will Austin’s nights in Savannah distract them both?
Savannah turned in shock after what the biker had said. Austin. Here. Again. It was too much of a coincidence for her. He was here on business. The likelihood they were here on two separate incidences was not impossible but very unlikely.
“We have to talk,” she leaned over the bar, whispering in Austin’s ear.
“About?” he drawled.
“Why you’re here.”
“Well darling, as much as it damages your ego, it’s not always about you.” His voice rose, causing patrons to take an interest in what should be a private conversation.
“Why can’t it?” She reached out, grabbing the collar of his shirt. She needed to stay in character, at least that’s what she told herself as she leaned in for a kiss.
What a kiss!
Austin’s lips were firm but soft.
A sexy Vegas bartender would be aggressive was the mantra in her brain. She pressed her tongue against his closed mouth for entrance.
He gave in.
Savannah and Austin’s tongues danced around one another, each trying to control the kiss, before he pulled back, loosening her hold.
“If you’re going to be that way, I can be all about you. What time do you get off?” he asked.
“Whenever you let me,” she winked.
“And what time will you let me?”
“I’m done at two. Is that soon enough, cowboy?”
“I guess it’ll be soon enough.”
“Savannah,” Zach interrupted her banter with Austin.
“Guy over there is asking ‘bout you.” Zach nodded toward the end of the bar.
“Later cowboy, don’t forget about me.”
“Hard not to, and I mean literally.” Austin’s voice followed her down the length of the bar.
Savannah smiled. She’d enjoyed her role-playing with Austin far too much. It set the tone for what should be a very good mood until she saw the “guy” in question.
“Hey Barry, what can I get you?” She forced a smile showing her teeth; however, her voice remained cool.
“We need to talk.”
“You want something to drink while we chat?” What the hell was Barry up to? If he didn’t lower his voice, he’d blow her cover. Idiot.
“In private,” he forced through clenched teeth.
“Zach, I’m going on break,” she shouted toward Austin’s direction.
“Got you covered.”
“I’ll be right back, gentlemen.” As soon as she lifted up the piano swing, Barry grabbed her arm and hauled her toward the backroom. Once they were far enough from the patrons, he pressed her tightly up against the wall.
“What the fu—”
“Shhh…act as if you enjoy it. This club thinks I’m your pimp, remember.”
“All the more reason I wouldn’t.” She stomped her Justin Gypsy boots down on his tennis covered foot.
“Geez.” He stumbled backward, shaking his foot like the hokey-pokey dance.
“What do you want, Barry?” Savannah was sick of him and his antics. She wanted him gone, so she could do this job and go back to normal life.
“I need money.” At her suspicious look, he continued, “To continue funding our operation.”
“What funding? I’m in. I can wrap this up by the end of the week.”
“I need the money.” There was no mistaking the desperation in his voice.
Savannah took a hard look at Barry-the bloodshot eyes, the dirty trench coat, and the stink of alcohol shots.