Luke Boone doesn’t know exactly what his uncle Rust is involved in but he wants in on it-the cars, the money, the women. And it looks like he’s finally getting his wish. When Rust hands him the managerial keys to the garage, they come with a second set-one that opens up the door to tons of cash and opportunity. Though it’s not exactly legal, Luke’s never been one to worry about that sort of thing. Especially when it puts him behind the wheel of a Porsche 911 and onto the radar of gorgeous socialite named Rain.
Clara Bertelli is at the top of her game-at only twenty-six years old, she’s one of the most successful undercover officers in the Washington D.C. major crime unit, and she’s just been handed a case that could catapult her career and expose one of the west coast’s most notorious car theft rings. But, in order to do it, she’ll need to go deep undercover as Rain Martines. Her target? The twenty-four-year old nephew of a key player who appears ready to follow in his uncle’s footsteps.
As Clara drifts deeper into the luxurious lifestyle of Rain, and further into the arms of her very attractive and charming target, the lines between right and wrong start to blur, making her wonder if she’ll be able to leave it all behind. Or if she’ll even want to.
This book answers the question, can you really control who you fall in love with?
Told from two POVs, you see how the good girl falls for the “bad boy” despite the consequences.
We first met Luke Boone in Burying Water, as Jesse’s BFF, who was beginning to get mixed up with a bad crowd. (Side note: while this book is part of a series, it can be considered a standalone). In this story, we learn how we came to be involved with fencing stolen cars. He’s the anti-hero, who has made some bad decisions based on a desire to make his uncle Rust proud, along with some good old fashioned greed.
Clara, aka Rain, enters the picture as the undercover cop looking to make a big career break. Her job: to lure Luke into falling for her and trusting her to share information to break the fencing case. Despite her good looks, it takes her some time to break into his world. And its because of those initial difficulties, Rain begins to make questionable choices to get Luke’s attention.
Reflecting back on the story, I can see what a tough position Rain was in. Here you have a guy that doesn’t do romance. He enjoys sex without expectations or personal connections, and his intentions are clearly known. Since he doesn’t have experience with relationships, the issue of gaining trust is all the more difficult. So from the get-go, the cards were stacked against Rain, where she might be morally compromised. Add to the fact that Luke is attractive, and at times, a very caring person, and the challenge is even greater for her to get close to him, but not become close to him.
Throughout the book, as Rain wavers between doing the right and wrong things to get close to Luke, she questions her own decisions. Her initial hope that he unknowingly was mixed up in trouble, weakens every day, yet it seems like her mind can’t stop her body from reacting around him.
While you can see the direction the book is heading, with a big bust that will destroy the relationship forming between Rain and Luke, the element of suspense is still there. There are several layers of deception, and it is unclear who is fooling who, although I had my suspicions.
My only issue with the story, was that Rain often lamented about how hard it is for a cop/detective to have a relationship, particularly with someone out of the field. If it was mentioned once, it wouldn’t be a big deal. But it is mentioned over and over. With the ending like it was, I would think there were be some reference to this again, but its kind of forgotten about. Overall, this isn’t a big deal, it just was something I wish was brought to closure.
I became a fan of this author with the Ten Tiny Breaths series, which if you haven’t read, are all must reads. With this series, the author brings all the elements that I loved from the previous series – great character development, engaging story lines, with well researched themes. Added to that is suspense element, and you have a series right up my alley. If you are looking for a love story where what’s doing the right thing, isn’t always the best thing, than this story will appeal to you.
*An ARC was received for an honest review.
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Screwing the customers . . .” Miller grumbles, pushing the filing cabinet shut with a loud metal bang.
Only the pretty ones.” And she is that. It wasn’t until she lifted her sunglasses that she had my undivided attention. Those big, blue eyes up against an olive complexion are striking. I wouldn’t have guessed Italian. Mediterranean, definitely.
Exotic, dark-haired, killer body—my type exactly.
“You’re going to lose business for the garage.”
“Relax. I wasn’t the one fishing.” And there was definite fishing on her part. For a long while there, I wasn’t sure I wanted to take the bait. Everything about her—her upscale style, her expensive car, her cool demeanor—says she’s my kind of girl, and therein lies the problem. My kind of girl is good for one thing, and it’s not having lunch over at the food carts of Portland. Or conversation, in general.
Give those kinds of girls more and suddenly they become work, and money. Endless streams on both accounts. Rust warned me about them years ago. Thank God I haven’t tumbled into any of their traps. Even Priscilla, my fallback lay, who I consider a friend, knows exactly where we stand in terms of our “relationship” and that I don’t have the kind of money she wants—even she will occasionally try her hand at sucking more out of me. A new bracelet, cash for rent, a tank of gas for the BMW that her last sugar daddy handed her . . .
But Rain was cute today, in a feisty way, humoring me by taking a bite of that sandwich that she was so obviously not going to enjoy. Her nose crinkling up at the sight of it. Her witty little insult. The way she hung back, waiting, hoping for a chance to see me again but not willing to come right out and ask after already being so forward earlier. Girls like Priscilla would have kept pushing. But Rain obviously has some self-respect.
And when she started walking out of the office, I couldn’t help myself.
I punch her number into my phone so I can call her after work. If I’m lucky, I’ll also have her naked and tangled in my sheets later tonight.
About K.A. Tucker:
Born in small-town Ontario, K.A. Tucker published her first book at the age of six with the help of her elementary school librarian and a box of crayons. She currently resides in a quaint town outside of Toronto with her husband, two beautiful girls, and an exhausting brood of four-legged creatures.