Crazy Cool (Steele Street Series #2)

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She's sizzling hot...He's icy cool.

He called her Bad Luck Dekker, a gorgeous socialite who trailed trouble in her wake. Christian Hawkins should know. Thirteen years ago he saved Kat Dekker’s life—only to spend two years in jail for a crime he didn’t commit. Now it’s déjà vu all over again when he rescues Kat from an explosion that rips through a Denver art auction. This time Christian—now an operative with an elite U.S. task force—plans to keep her close until he figures out ...

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Overview

She's sizzling hot...He's icy cool.

He called her Bad Luck Dekker, a gorgeous socialite who trailed trouble in her wake. Christian Hawkins should know. Thirteen years ago he saved Kat Dekker’s life—only to spend two years in jail for a crime he didn’t commit. Now it’s déjà vu all over again when he rescues Kat from an explosion that rips through a Denver art auction. This time Christian—now an operative with an elite U.S. task force—plans to keep her close until he figures out why somebody wants to kill her. That is, if he can keep his cool around this sizzling-hot lady.…

The daughter of a senator, Kat hasn’t forgotten the hot summer nights of passion in Christian’s arms before everything went wrong. Now, as the bullets start flying, the sexy, self-appointed bodyguard is back in her life in a major way. Especially when Christian kidnaps her and they go roaring into the night in his brute-powered muscle car. But staying out of danger is tough for two people who are this hot for each other, a little bit crazy, and a whole lot in love….

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553586114
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 10/25/2005
  • Series: Steele Street Series , #2
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 448
  • Sales rank: 750,573
  • Product dimensions: 4.20 (w) x 6.86 (h) x 1.15 (d)

Meet the Author

Tara Janzen lives in Colorado where she is at work on her next novel.
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Chapter One

Nine days later

TWENTY BUCKS says the guy in the Armani suit is hired muscle."

Hired muscle? Katya Dekker looked up from her auction catalogue.

"Where?" She glanced around the outdoor amphitheater, her brow furrowing. She knew what her secretary, Alex Zheng, meant. She knew exactly what he meant, and she could only think of one reason for there to be any "hired muscle" at an art auction: her.

The thought only deepened her scowl.

She followed Alex's gaze across the delicately lit nighttime grounds of the Denver Botanic Gardens, searching through the crowd and the two dozen canopied tropical huts that had been erected for the dining comfort of the evening's guests. She found the "hired muscle" on the edge of a group of people next to the caterer's tent.

He was good, discreet, but she could spot a security detail at a hundred yards--and he had "high-priced bodyguard" written all over him, very high priced.

"What do you think of the suit?" Alex said. "I almost bought that one myself."

"No way, babe. Too structured. Too conservative," she told him, her gaze going over the man in the distance. There was nothing particularly remarkable about him, other than his choirboy looks, his shock of silky brown hair, and the alertness of his every move--the dead giveaway. He was quartering the gardens with his gaze, looking for God only knew what. Fund-raising art auctions hosted by the Denver Botanic Gardens were not hotbeds of intrigue.

"Not with my blue silk shirt," Alex countered. "So you don't know him?"

"No," she said, trying to keep her jaw from clenching, trying to hold back the first, faint teasing of the headache she felt coming on. Even for August, the day had been unconscionably hot, and for Denver unbelievably humid, and the night wasn't setting up to be much better--especially now.

A bodyguard. Dammit. She knew who was behind this, just like she knew this wasn't the sort of event that required a bodyguard. Bottles of French wine and magnums of French champagne were being opened by bartenders in tuxedos. White-boxed dinners tied with forest green bows were being delivered to the tables by waiters in tails. Every female patron at the art auction had been given an orchid wrist corsage upon arrival, and each man sported a boutonniere of exotic rain forest leaves and a bit of liana--even the choirboy. Tonight's auction was for the Amazon River Basin Coalition and in honor of the Botanic Gardens' new orchid pavilion. Alex had designed the boutonnieres, his contribution, and they were nothing short of fabulous, very masculine, very primal. They would speak to the Rain Forest God in every man, and to his wallet, according to Alex, who had impeccable taste and instincts--two of the many reasons he was Katya's right-hand man.

His six years with the Los Angeles Police Department were another.

"What about the other man?" he asked. "Next to the Jaguar Gate."

Two bodyguards?

"My mother wouldn't dare," she muttered, biting back a curse and turning toward the Jaguar Gate, a multicolumned, elaborately constructed plywood and papier-mache portico serving as a grand entryway into the party.

There was only one man standing beneath the fierce black cat bridging the last pair of palm tree posts, and he turned away just as she looked at him. All she saw was his back and the champagne flute in his hand as he disappeared into the trees, but that was enough to make the hair on her nape rise in sudden, unexpected awareness.

She hadn't known the first guy, but this one . . .

After a couple of seconds, she let out her breath in a soft rush and told herself to get a grip. Of course she didn't know him. Maybe it was the cut of the stranger's dark hair, longer than most of the men's at the exclusive and rather elegantly conservative soiree, that had sparked her fleeting instant of recognition. Maybe it was his height, or the way he carried himself, or maybe it had been nothing at all.

She'd been wrong before in her life, an inordinate number of times actually, especially about men.

"Your mother would dare anything she thought she could get away with." Alex belied her statement with a short laugh. "As a matter of fact, her latest pork-barreling in Congress was a consummate dare to every budget-watcher in Washington."

Katya cast her secretary an annoyed glance. He did not look like someone who read the Los Angeles Times and the Wall Street Journal every single morning of his life--but he did, religiously, usually while drinking a double espresso and wearing his autographed Lakers jersey, which he'd had his tailor integrate into a cinnabar-colored silk robe. His hair was short, jet black, expertly cut, bleached gold on the tips, and moussed to artistic perfection. He had beautiful Asian/American features, a black belt in tae kwon do, and a boyfriend he'd left in L.A. His suit was Armani, his shoes Chinese red, his shirt snowy white and worn open at the throat with a loosely knotted Prada tie.

She didn't know how she was going to keep him with her in Denver, Colorado, or what she was going to do without him when he'd had enough of the former cow town and hightailed it back to Los Angeles.

"That's going to cost you a mocha latte," she said. Growing up in Denver as Senator Marilyn Dekker's daughter, Katya had lived, breathed, and eaten politics every day of her life. As an adult, she didn't touch the stuff. She voted. End of story. That, however, did not dissuade Alex from keeping her informed of every maternal political detail he gleaned out of the newspapers or saw on CNN--and every bit of unwanted news cost him a latte.

"And I'm still up on you by seven for winning the point spread on the Lakers game. The last time you got a mocha latte out of me was before the last Ice Age."

True, but he didn't have to rub it in.

"Mr. Armani Suit and his friend probably don't have anything to do with me. Let's just ignore them, and maybe they'll go away," she suggested, glancing back at her catalogue. She did not want to deal with unwanted bodyguards. Not tonight or any other night. "Our painting is up first. Maybe we should go check and make sure it's still in one piece."

Katya's newest addition to her art dealership business, the Toussi Gallery of Denver, had donated a large, beautiful floral painting by Oleg Henri to the auction. The staff at the Botanic Gardens had picked it up two days ago. It only made sense to go check on the painting before it went up for bid.

But Alex was like a dog with a bone.

"Sorry, luv. You're the only one here worthy of high-caliber security. My guess is your mother sicced the two freelancers on you. Though God knows why, unless she knows something we don't," he said, his tone of voice suggesting she give him her undivided attention until they figured this out. "I guess we could ask her Sunday morning."

"No, we couldn't," Kat was quick to say. Her mother was kicking off her campaign with a brief stop in Denver on Sunday, but there had been no plans for them to get together. Marilyn was too busy--thank God. Stifling a sigh, Katya looked up at him again. "My mother is paranoid."

"About everything," he agreed, tracking the choirboy bodyguard with his gaze. "But this . . . I think this is about your youthful transgressions."

He would bring that up, she thought, feeling the headache start to win.

"Who was it you said you ran into tonight?"

"Ted Garraty," she said flatly, hating the turn of the conversation. "But I didn't exactly run into him. As a matter of fact, I made a point of not running into him."

She'd gone to school with Ted at Wellon Academy in Denver. They hadn't been friends, but Wellon was small, very exclusive, and she and her date had ended up in the same crowd with Ted and his friends on prom night thirteen years ago--a night that had changed her life forever.

"Well, your mother obviously got ahold of the guest list and didn't like it."

Katya rolled her eyes in his direction. "I don't need a bodyguard to protect me from Ted Garraty, let alone two bodyguards."

But on that long-ago prom night, she had needed someone to protect her from Ted and his group of drunken friends.

Her gaze slid to the Jaguar Gate, but just for an instant before she forced her attention back to the catalogue. Just about every gallery in Denver had donated something to the auction, but the Oleg Henri was a true signature piece, and she expected its sale to help launch her into the Denver art world--not that her name wasn't already about as high profile as it got in the Mile High City.

And with that unpleasant thought, she finally did give in to another sigh. God, what an odd night. Seeing Ted had been nothing short of a ten on her weird-o-meter, and the visceral reaction she'd had to the second bodyguard had red-lined the weird-o-meter and hit an easy number one on her Don't Go There, Girlfriend list.

Bodyguards, dammit.

She'd known that returning to her hometown, the location of her "youthful transgressions," had held the inherent risk of zealous parental meddling, but she truly hadn't expected her mother to jump in with both feet at her first event. Marilyn had left her well enough alone in Los Angeles, barring a couple of embarrassing intrusions into her personal life over the last several years. Professionally, though, her mother had been strictly hands off.

But then it was here in Denver, not Los Angeles, that she had been associated with a high-profile, high-society, front-page, scandal-ridden murder of another senator's son. That sort of thing was bound to stir up even the most latent parental instincts, and Marilyn's had been pretty darn latent while Katya had been growing up--at least until Jonathan Traynor III had shown up dead in a back alley in lower downtown, a neighborhood known as LoDo, with a bullet through his brain, heroin in his veins, her phone number written on the back of his hand, and a bloodstained piece of her prom dress stuffed in his pocket.

Of its own accord, her gaze shifted back toward the gate again, and this time she let it linger.

No, she assured herself. The man who'd disappeared beneath the trees couldn't possibly be who she'd thought. A teenage car thief who had been sentenced to life imprisonment for Jonathan Traynor's murder thirteen years ago couldn't possibly be wandering around the Botanic Gardens wearing a suit and drinking French champagne. He'd been pardoned after two years in prison, justice had finally been served, but this would still be the last place he would show up, right? The last place he would ever be invited.

But for a moment, just a moment, her heart had raced and she'd remembered how it had been on another hot summer night in Denver. She'd been eighteen, a little crazy, a lot in love, and scared senseless by the intensity of living so far out on the edge she wasn't sure she'd ever get back to familiar ground. The boy had been a year older, the wild boy, the bad boy, the street thief who had saved her. That boy, the boy she'd loved, would never have murdered Jonathan, but he'd been convicted of the crime, and she'd sat by helplessly and watched it happen.

The trial had been a travesty, her silence a betrayal she still hated herself for, and deep in her heart, she knew he had to hate her for it, too.

HAWKINS drained his glass of champagne, wished it was Scotch, and took a breath.

Kat Dekker.

Son of a bitch.

His luck couldn't possibly be running that bad--except "Bad Luck" was Katya Dekker's middle name. Hell, it was her first name--Bad Luck Dekker.

He hadn't believed General Grant had called him back from South America for a frickin' garden party to begin with--her being here just made it all that much worse, all that much more unbelievable.

He'd left Kid, and he shouldn't have, not the way everything had gone to hell after their perfect mission up on the Magdalena River. Dylan had been driving a hard bargain, and everything had been going according to plan, with the rebels groveling and the deal finally set for the hostage swap: Commander Trujillo and Captain Andreas in exchange for J.T. and Creed.

Dylan had set the time and place, the small village of Rosalia between the Magdalena River and the Ca-o Lim-n pipeline on the edge of NRF-controlled territory. But on the day of the exchange, the NRF had brought only one man, Creed Rivera, saying J.T. was too ill to be moved from the mountain camp where he and Creed had been held these last two months.

All the more reason to release him, Dylan had insisted, but the interim commander had been adamant. The second prisoner would be released within a few days' time.

Dylan had been equally adamant: For delivering only one man, they could have their captain back, and if they didn't deliver J.T. in two days, Trujillo would be shipped to Guantonamo, un fantasma olvidado.

That had been four days ago. Dylan had immediately left Colombia to take Creed home.

Geezus, he'd been so messed up, beaten to within an inch of his life and drugged to the point of unconsciousness. It had been hard to see Creed like that, and his condition had just made everyone that much jumpier about J.T.--especially Kid.

Then on the day of the deadline, they'd received the news: J.T. hadn't survived the journey out of the mountains. The rebels would deliver his body to Rosalia in two more days.

That was today--and Hawkins wasn't there to be with Kid, because some asshole somewhere in Washington D.C. had decided he should be here, eating foie gras and drinking champagne and providing additional security for a bunch of "very important people."

That's what Grant's orders had said anyway, but Hawkins would be damned if either he or Dylan had been able to find any VIPs on the local police's priority list or in the rest of the crowd of upper-class Denverites. Unlike what the policemen they were working with tonight thought, having a big fat stock portfolio or owning a company that supported the Denver Police Department's Benevolence Fund wasn't enough to get a person ranked as Very Important--not by Steele Street standards. For that designation, a political connection was needed, and the only politically connected person he'd seen all night was Katya Dekker, walking out on the auction stage.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2012

    Loved it

    ## Another amazing read in this Steele Street series. Although I did enjoy the first one a little more, I still adored this book. Once again, this book has it all: mystery, intrigue, murder, humor, romance and SEX. The chemistry between the secondary couple blew me away. I can't wait to read their story. Don't let the silly cover fool you, this is a fantastic read with a satisfying ending. Loved it.

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    Overall Rating: 4.75 // Action: 5 / Emotion: 5 / Romance: 5 / Sensuous: 3.5 / Intrigue: 4.5 // Laughter: 9 / Tears: 7 . . . [paragraph] . . . Tara Janzen has risen in the ranks on my favorite authors list. This series (The Steele Street Series) has quickly drawn me in and I can't wait to get to the next book. Janzen is a wonderful author who is able to give the reader the necessary requirements for a great romantic suspense series. *Crazy Cool* had: {1} Hunky, ultra-masculine alpha hero. {2} Quirky, yet loveable ultra-feminine heroine. {3} Action galore. {4} Nail-biting suspense from page one until the villain is caught at the end of the book. {5} Interesting, well-developed supporting characters. {6} Off-the-charts romance. {7} Spicy, yet warm sensuality between protagonists. {8} Cute, masculine tidbits that unify the team. . . . [paragraph] . . . Anxious to get to Book Three, Crazy Wild. See Wolf Bear Does Books for a more in-depth, detailed review of this book.

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    One of the best!

    Great! Sexy, sensual, action-packed, and full of romance and love. Everything anyone could want in a romance.

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    Fun Read

    This is the first book I have read of Tara's and it was very enjoyable. Nope, things like this don't happen in real life but that was the fun of it. Lots of great quirky characters. Guys, big and bold and gals, little and stacked. The love scene in the car was priceless. I would recommend this book to anyone wanting something different than the typical romance to read and with a plot that keeps you reading till the end.

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    An exhilarating tale

    With two of his operative teammates in deep trouble in Columbia South America and needing immediate rescue, Christian Hawkins is shocked when his superior yanks him from the mission to attend a state-side auction gala. He has no idea who he is to protect and from whom. However he quickly notices that the highest ranked civilian is his personal nightmare, Katya Dekker, daughter of a US senator, his former teenage lover, and the female who watched while he was imprisoned for two years on false charges................. An explosion occurs leading to chaos, but the undercover agent responds instantly and gets Katya out of there, but Ted Garraty, whose testimony convicted Christian thirteen years ago is dead. Evidence points towards Christian avenging what Ted did to him, but this time he refuses to be railroaded into prison again for a crime he did not commit and he has the skills now to prove his innocence. Still he needs time and Katya¿s cooperation to clear himself of a murder rap before running as far away from her as possible. However to his chagrin he still wants the woman he believes betrayed him.................... The second Crazy romantic suspense thriller (see CRAZY HOT) is an exhilarating tale that never slows down from the moment that all hell breaks loose at the auction event. The story line focuses on Christian¿s efforts assisted by Katya to prove he is innocent, but in some ways is driven by the unwanted sexual tension between these two. Fans will enjoy this wild ride and look forward to the third teammate¿s tale shortly............

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