New Year Day's Release--Private Dick by Drea Riley and Laura Guevara

Title: Private Dick

Author: Dréa Riley and Laura Guevara

Publisher: Mocha Memoirs Press

Available: January 1, 2011 from http://stores.lulu.com/mochamemoirspress

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

ISBN: 978-0-9831934-1-8

Price: $2.99

*This story was once apart of the anthology, RIDE IT LIKE YOU STOLE IT.

Blurb: Private investigating has long been dominated by men. Tracey has worked long and hard to make her place as a top gum shoe, often putting the boys to shame. Employing the best tactics Tracey is one of the best private detectives in the state. Following a lead on an important case, she meets her match in Avery Lamont, a local detective hunting a deviant criminal.

Avery Lamont is a damn good detective. So why couldn't he get his hands on the seductive and cunning female p.i. Not that he needs the distractions. He's hot on the trail of rapist.  But he'd love to catch more than just his perp. Tracey’s heart, for starters.

Tracey and Avery have their hands full in this fast, fun, and sexy adventure.

Excerpt

Tracey pilfered a few feathers from a passing boa as she quickly made her way into a crowded convention.  Darting into a powder room, she adjusted her disguise.  She used a small tube of deodorant to add some pretty convincing gray streaks to her wig before tying it back in a low bun. She then pulled out both brown and white eyeliner and a tube of foundation. With the makeup, she darkened her skin tone on her face, neck, arms and hands before ‘creating’ wrinkles by frowning into the mirror and lightly darkening the lines around her eyes and on her forehead with the brown liner.  She used the white one to make her brows appear gray.  Then she pulled out a thin piece of tulle she’d snagged from a centerpiece and, using bobby pins, made a cute half veil that covered her left eye. Adding the feathers from the boa, she looked like she fit right into the blue-haired sorority milling about and having a blast. The final touch was the button-up cardigan in matching pink that she’d snagged off the back of a chair in the dining hall. It was heavily scented with some seriously expensive perfume and a hint of Bengay.

Once she exited the powder room, Tracey looked exactly like one of the hundreds of aging women. She sat at the long wooden bar and mingled with the true belles of the south, lingering with a couple of women from the township of Awau. They weren’t old enough to be there, and it was obvious the two had crashed the party. She listened while they talked about the goings-on of the convention. One lady commented on all the nice shoes and handbags, and the other was intrigued by all the enhanced hair. That was Tracey’s cue to leave. She didn’t want to get busted about her wig, though she’d paid good money to make sure it would pass for real hair. She could tell those two were seconds from asking her where she’d bought it.

She excused herself and made her way to the front lobby before heading to the elevators. As the door closed, she caught a glimpse of Avery Lamont coming down the hall. He looked up at her and pulled his sunglasses off to get a better look. Tipping her head in a small bow, she flipped him the bird just as the doors of the elevator closed.