Crazy Hot (Steele Street Series #1)

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Only the most dire emergency could send paleontologist Regan McKinney racing across the West in search of a man. But her grandfather has mysteriously vanished, and Quinn Younger could be the missing link. What the bad-boy-turned-American-hero is doing in the deserted tumbleweed town of Cisco, Utah, is an even bigger mystery…until danger trails Regan right to his front door and the sexy ex–air force pilot becomes her sole hope of survival.…

Quinn figures things can’t get worse ...

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Overview

Only the most dire emergency could send paleontologist Regan McKinney racing across the West in search of a man. But her grandfather has mysteriously vanished, and Quinn Younger could be the missing link. What the bad-boy-turned-American-hero is doing in the deserted tumbleweed town of Cisco, Utah, is an even bigger mystery…until danger trails Regan right to his front door and the sexy ex–air force pilot becomes her sole hope of survival.…

Quinn figures things can’t get worse than being stuck in tiny Cisco on an impossible special-ops mission. Then the dinosaur doc’s granddaughter roars into town with bad guys on her tail. Once, Quinn was on the fast track to a life of crime…until Regan’s grandfather rescued him. Now Quinn owes it to them both to find the old guy. But throw in a deadly terrorist and some hot dinosaur bones, and a man could get himself killed. Because facing down danger with this revved-up lady is one endless adrenaline-rush of pleasure—especially when they’re falling crazy in love… and hanging on for dear life.…

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Like a fireworks display lacking both sound and color, Janzen's debut, a novel of romantic suspense, is distinctly one note despite its overabundance of sexual pyrotechnics. The book strives for a Suzanne Brockmannesque feel-pitting a Denver secret special forces team called SDF against evil doers and throwing sexy distractions in their way-but this over-the-top romp fails in two key areas: believability and characterization. Nearly invincible SDF agent Quinn Younger agrees to help "stacked" blonde Regan McKinney find her missing grandfather, in part because Quinn's been obsessed with her body ever since catching a glimpse of her topless when they were teens. While the two track down Regan's grandfather, whose disappearance seems connected to a sadistic arms dealer, they enjoy sexual interludes on top of a car, in an elevator and in a warehouse just steps from the bad guys. Their horniness never believably translates to love, but the novel's high sexual quotient, combined with Janzen's punchy prose, may lure some readers back for later installments (Crazy Cool, etc.). Agent, Damaris Rowland. (Oct.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553586107
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 9/27/2005
  • Series: Steele Street Series , #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Pages: 432
  • Sales rank: 812,082
  • Product dimensions: 4.20 (w) x 6.85 (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

EIGHT YEARS LATER

NOTHING MOVED in the shimmering heat.

Good God, Regan McKinney thought, staring over the top of her steering wheel at the most desolate, dust-blown, fly-bit excuse for a town she'd ever seen. The place looked deserted. She hadn't seen another car since she'd left the interstate near the Utah/Colorado border, and that had been a long, hot hour ago.

Cisco, the sign at the side of the road said, confirming her worst fear: She'd found the place she'd been looking for, and there wasn't a damn thing in it. Unless a person was willing to count a broken-down gas station with ancient, dried-out pumps, five run-down shacks with their windows blown out, and one dilapidated barn as "something."

She wasn't sure if she should or not. Neither was she sure she wanted to meet anybody who might be living in such a place, but that was exactly what she'd come to do: to find a man named Quinn Younger and drag him back to Boulder, Colorado.

Quinn Younger was the only lead she had left in her grandfather's disappearance, and if he knew anything, she was going to make damn sure he told the Boulder Police. The police never had believed that Dr. Wilson McKinney had disappeared. Since his retirement from the University of Colorado in Boulder, he'd made a habit of spending his summers moseying around the badlands of the western United States, and according to the results of their investigation, this year was no different.

But it was different. This year Wilson hadn't checked in with her from Vernal or Grand Junction, the way he always did, and he hadn't arrived in Casper, Wyoming, on schedule. She'd checked. It was true he was a bit absentminded, but he'd never gone two weeks without calling home, and he would never, ever have missed his speaking engagement at the Tate Museum in Casper.

Never.

He loved nothing better than to rattle on about dinosaur fossil beds to a captive audience and get paid for doing it. At seventy-two, nothing could have kept Wilson from his moment of glory—nothing except some kind of trouble.

Quinn Younger, she mused, looking over the collection of broken-down buildings. Sheets of tar paper flapped on every outside wall, loosened by the wind. Half the shingles on the roofs had been blown off. The two vehicles parked in front of the gas station were ancient. Over fifty years old, she'd bet—a pickup truck with four flat tires, and some kind of rusted-out black sedan up on blocks.

If Quinn Younger did live in Cisco, he was stuck there, and nothing could have made less sense. He was a former Air Force pilot, for God's sake, a national hero. He'd been shot down over northern Iraq enforcing a no-fly zone and made the covers of Time magazine and Newsweek, and the front page of every major newspaper in America. His survival behind enemy lines and daring rescue by the Marines had become the stuff of contemporary legend. He was a one-man recruitment poster for the United States military.

Not a bad turnabout for someone who at sixteen had been on a fast track to juvenile hall and probably the state penitentiary, until a judge had put him in her grandfather's field crew for a summer of hard labor digging up dinosaur bones. Wilson had been damn proud of the young man, one of the first to be pulled off the streets and out of the courts of Denver and given a second chance with him. Outlaws all, Wilson had called that first crew of boys, but over that long, hot summer, he'd begun the process of turning outlaws into men—and at least in Quinn Younger's instance, he'd felt he'd succeeded.

Regan wasn't so sure. Not anymore. She'd met Quinn Younger once that summer, if one awkward encounter constituted a meeting, and despite his subsequent rise to fame and glory, the image of him as a shaggy-haired sixteen-year-old car thief with coolly assessing eyes and a slyly artful grin was the image lodged in her brain. Looking at Cisco did little to change the impression. Neither did the cryptic entry she'd found written on her grandfather's desk calendar, the entry with Quinn Younger's name in it that had brought her to this nowhere spot in the road in Utah.

With an exasperated sigh, she returned her attention to the buildings. The town was eerie, damned eerie, but she'd come a long way, and the least she had to do was check the place out. If Wilson or Quinn Younger was there, or had been there, she was going to know it before she left.

Ignoring her unease and a good portion of her common sense, she put the car in gear and pulled back onto the road, heading for the gas station.

"SHE'S stopped in front of Burt's old place," Peter "Kid" Chronopolous said, looking through his scope.
Quinn glanced up from under the hood of the '69 Camaro parked in the barn and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. "Stopped?"

All kinds of people drove by Cisco. Every now and then somebody pulled over to the side of the road and got out their map to figure out where in the hell they'd gone wrong. Damn few people pulled into town and stopped—with good reason. Out of the seven buildings still standing, not a one of them looked anything less than forbiddingly deserted. Other than the shop and living space the SDF team had built into the barn to use as a safe house, the buildings were deserted.

"Yep." Kid's gaze was still trained on the gas station through the scope. "And now she's getting out and going in." The younger man's voice stayed calm and steady, but Quinn sensed his heightened sense of readiness. Most lost tourists, especially lost women tourists, would not go wandering into Burt's place. Most, however, wasn't all, and Quinn wasn't inclined to jump to conclusions. Not one damn thing had happened in Cisco in the two weeks he and Kid had been stuck there. A woman in Burt's didn't mean their luck was changing or that the action was picking up, not by his standards.

"Take her picture and send it through the computer," he said, returning his attention to the Camaro's engine. The car was barely street legal as it was. Changing out the pulleys to work with the boost had pushed it right to the edge. Kid could have his fancy Porsche. Quinn was putting his quarter-mile money on the Chevy.

"I'm on it, but I think you better take a look," Kid warned.

Quinn lifted his head again, looking over the engine at the twenty-three-year-old ex-Marine. Kid—who for numerous reasons was also known as "Kid Chaos"—was the newest member of SDF and he was definitely jazzed. His eye was glued to the scope; his body was tense and alert. Of course, the boy had been roughing it with Quinn since the middle of June. Possibly it was merely the sight of a woman, any woman, that had gotten his juices going.

Or maybe Roper Jones, the man currently at the top of General Grant's Most Wanted list, had tracked them down.

Setting aside his wrench, Quinn straightened up from under the hood, testing his left leg before trusting it to completely hold his weight. He limped across the shop floor and turned on the laptop Kid had rigged up to half a dozen cameras around Cisco.

Despite a serious addiction to fast cars, extreme sports, and general mayhem, Kid was a certifiable electronics wizard—an electronics wizard with way too much time on his hands since they'd been holed up in the desert, waiting for the heat to die down in Denver. Kid had wired the ghost town to within an inch of its life for twenty-four/seven surveillance. Getting hurt in their line of work came with a few interesting consequences, the least of which was Kid watching over him like a mother hen, and if lately Quinn had been feeling like he'd washed up on the wrong side of thirty with not much to show for it but a friggin' barn to live in and a busted leg, well, he had no one but himself to blame. He'd made some bad choices—especially that last damn choice he'd made in the rail yards on the west side of Denver when he'd gone up against Roper and his goons.

Quinn typed in a couple of commands, activating the cameras in the buildings. When the camera in Burt's came on, the image of a woman filled the screen.

His brow furrowed. The only female assassin he'd ever seen had been sleekly fit and buffed on steroids. She'd also moved with the prowling gait of a hungry panther. Not this woman. She was randomly picking her way through the dust and the tumbleweeds inside the gas station, peering over countertops and around half-fallen beams. A broken chair caught her unawares in the shin, and she swore under her breath.

Colorful, Quinn thought, his lips twitching in a brief grin. Definitely lost tourist material. No trained hunter would swear because of a measly shin hit. No truly trained hunter would have run into the chair in the first place. After rubbing her leg, she continued on, looking around with curiosity and caution, but not with deadly focus—and not with a weapon in her hand or visible anywhere on her body.

In short, she did not look like a killing machine. What she looked like was a schoolteacher—the luxury model. And oddly, to someone who didn't know many schoolteacher types, she looked faintly familiar.

Her honey blond hair was piled into a ponytail on the top of her head, but a lot of silky swaths had tumbled back down, giving her a mussed-up, just-out-of-bed look. She wore a soft-looking lavender shirt and a pair of jeans, both of which appeared to be standard mall issue, and both of which revealed a perfectly average, if decidedly nice, and very nicely endowed, female form.

Plenty there for Kid to get excited about, Quinn thought. Maybe even something there for he himself to get excited about, if he'd been in the market for that kind of excitement, which he wasn't. The only female in Cisco that Quinn was interested in fooling around with was the one he'd named Jeanette, she with the supercharged 383 LT1 stroker under her hood. The smartest move the woman in Burt's could make would be to get back in her car and get out of town.

"Have you got that picture yet?" he asked Kid, who had moved to the computer in the back of the shop.

"Running it through now, Captain."

Quinn let the rank slide, though he hadn't been a captain since a surface-to-air missile had taken him and his F-16 out over northern Iraq. Still, he had been a captain in the U.S. Air Force for a hell of a lot longer than he'd been a cripple holed up in Cisco.

Two weeks. Shit.

Dylan Hart, his boss at SDF, couldn't expect him to lay low forever. Quinn could only take so much sitting around listening to the wind blow through this nowhere town—Roper Jones was still out there, and Quinn needed to be out there, too. He needed to be back in the game.

He rolled his shoulder. It was healing. His leg half-worked. And he had a fucking vendetta with Roper Jones's name written all over it.

On the screen, the woman picked up a dusty pile of papers and looked them over, giving him a better view of her face. She was fine featured, with a dusting of freckles across her nose. She was pretty in a quirky way, not elegant, but cute, her eyebrows surprisingly dark in contrast with her hair. Her chin was delicately angled, but definitely set with determination. Her eyes were light, the color indiscernible on the screen. At odds with her all-American looks, her mouth was lush, exotically full, and covered with a smooth layer of plum-colored lipstick.

Okay. She was nice. Very nice.

The whole package was nice.

"Not a known felon," Kid said from the back of the shop.

Quinn absently nodded. He would have been damned surprised if the woman's picture had matched that of a known criminal, especially given the kind of wiseguys in Kid's current files.

"Try the official database," he said, knowing it was another long shot. Despite his niggling sense of familiarity, the chances of the woman in Burt's being part of an officially sanctioned U.S. government service were exceedingly damn low. And she sure as hell didn't belong to SDF, the very unofficially sanctioned group of Special Forces operators that he and Kid were part of. General Grant, the two-star who deployed them, would never hire a woman for fieldwork.

"Already on it," Kid confirmed.

Quinn kept his gaze glued to the woman. Where in the hell, he wondered, had he seen her? He didn't forget faces. He didn't dare, and he knew hers.

Or had known her.

"Son of a bitch," Kid swore behind him, showing more emotion in the one small phrase than he had in the whole two weeks they'd been camped out in the desert.

"You've got a match?"

"No, but it looks like we've got more company," Kid said, striding back toward the scope.

Quinn looked through the far window and saw what Kid had seen, a blue SUV coming off the top of a rise in the highway—and slowing down, way down.

"Two men, no visible weapons, but they don't look happy," Kid said from his position at the scope. Quinn watched him quickly scan the rest of the horizon and come back to the SUV. "They're checking out the woman's Ford . . . and . . . they're . . . well, hell. They're heading out of Cisco. What do you make of that?"

"A coincidence? Or maybe Cisco has just gotten real friggin' popular." Quinn limped back to the Camaro and picked up the Beretta 9mm he always kept close by.

"Maybe" was all Kid conceded as he checked the load on his rifle, a highly "accurized" sniper's M40.
Quinn and Kid weren't getting paid to take chances. Not today. Keep your heads down and don't get your asses shot off had been Dylan's orders. A couple of weeks ago, when his body had still been pretty messed up, Quinn had been willing to follow orders. But he was mobile now. His stitches were out, and he was ready to get back to the job of taking Roper Jones down. If the unhappy guys in the four-wheel drive were part of that job, great. He just had to get Little Miss Tourist out of the way.

Damn. In about five minutes, if she was an innocent civilian looking for ghost town junk, she was going to wish she'd driven right on by Burt's old place and Cisco. What he didn't like to think about was that niggling sense of familiarity and the possibility that what she was looking for was him—though God knew how a woman could have tracked him down in Cisco. Or why.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 10, 2012

    Fabulous

    ## This book was FAB-U-LOUS! I have passed up this book countless times, frankly because of the cover. What jerk designed this cover for this type of story? It had just about everything: suspense, crime, military, romance, humor and let's not forget sex! Awesome sex. The chemistry between the two leads was tremendous. The heroine was great and the hero was oh soooo hot. I would compare it to Cindy Gerard's Bodyguard series or Maya Banks' KGI series, I liked it that much. And the ending was superb. I love how the author rewarded the reader with a completely satisfying ending (that so rarely happens). A must read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 26, 2012

    Overall Rating: 4.99

    Overall Rating: 4.99 // Action: 5 / Emotion: 4.5 / Romance: 4 / Sensuous: 4 / Suspense: 3.75 // Humor: 6 / Tears: 2

    *Crazy Hot* grabbed my interest from page one and would not let go. Janzen wrote a story filled with {1} exciting action scenes that speed the story along like a rocket; {2} nail-biting suspense; {3} awe-inspiring romance (the bad boy had crush on the studious girl -- met again fifteen years later); {4} fantastic, sizzling sex in a Camero; {5} not one but three gorgeous, very alpha, very hunky heros; and {6} two polar-opposite sisters who snag two of those men.

    *Crazy Hot* is a great read. Would readily recommend it to any Romantic Suspense fan. See Wolf Bear Does Books for a more in-depth, detailed review of this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 13, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    Great book, fast paced, good love story. Grabs hold and doesn't let go!

    If you like action and adenture and a great love story, this is it. A good book for a rainy day or staying up late and reading in bed. I also found the secondary characters compelling, which bodes well for the other books in the series. I'll be reading more "Crazy" books!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 16, 2006

    Hot and Fun! Well Written!

    I was very surprised and please when I picked this book up and started to read it! Thank you to the publishers for not putting some stuipd half nude male body on the cover! However, inside the cover the male bodies are all well defined and have brains and the dialog is good! I have read the whole series and cannot wait for the next two books! The story lines were strong, and interesting, and the interlocking characters kept you wanting to find out more! Take them on vacation with you, you will not be disappointed- I loved them! dj

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 16, 2005

    Great Read

    This is a great, fun, fast read. I love the series so far and can't wait for the rest of them to come out.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 1, 2005

    Breathless

    This has to be the WILDEST ride i've ever had by a writer. This book packs so much action into it, I never wanted it to end. And the compassion between the characters just makes me want to weep. This is definitely one of those series I'm going to have to hold out for. Tara is on her way to being on top of the romance/ adventure scale as the next best author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 27, 2005

    A fun read

    Turn off logic for a little while and you'll be sucked into a fun weekend read. Light-hearted and quick, the characters are great and the story never drags. I'd definitely recommend it. Nice debut novel.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 16, 2005

    A great read!

    I thought this book was funny, fast, and very sexy! Even the cars were hot! Though the entire book takes place in just over 24hrs. , you just have to go with the flow. Pick it up....sit back...and enjoy. I can't wait for the next 'crazy' book.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    action-packed thriller

    The Boulder police did not believe paleontologist Regan McKinney that the disappearance of her beloved grandfather was not his usual summer wandering amidst the Badlands. She insisted this was different as retired professor Dr. Wilson McKinney always checked in with her and would never miss a speaking engagement both occurred. That is why she is in the middle of the ghost town Cisco seeking former USAF hero Quinn Younger who Regan believes knows what happened to her grandfather. While Quinn watches Regan wondering if she is an enemy agent, two thugs arrive, forcing him to come out of the shadows to rescue her. --- In front of Quinn¿s ¿guardian angel¿ Kid Chaos, Regan explains that Wilson vanished just after bringing home a Porsche, whish she knows from her teen days means Quinn is involved. Quinn would do anything for his mentor Wilson who he believes straightened him out as a teen except give away his cover as a thief. Still he must protect Regan because she refuses to stop her search and rescue of Wilson though he believes the bones doc is safe. He must also prevent some nasty thieves from stealing precious dinosaur bones inside a nest filled with diamonds. --- This action-packed thriller never slows down from the moment that Regan arrives in Cisco until the final discussion between the lead couple over confiscated diamonds. The story line is action-packed leaping from one escapade to another mindful of an Indiana Jones adventure. Fans who appreciate plenty of adventure and romance will want to read CRAZY HOT and look forward to the capers of Quinn¿s teammate Christian Hawkins in the next crazy special defense force unit¿s appearance. --- Harriet Klausner

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