Under the Covers

Under the Covers

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Under the Covers (Maverick Montana) by Rebecca Zanetti
Book two of the NYT bestselling Maverick Montana series.
Opposites don't attract. They ignite.
The small Montana town near the Kooskia reserve seemed like the perfect place for Juliet Montgomery to hide from her not-so-law-abiding family. But when her peace is shattered by a break

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Under the Covers (Maverick Montana) by Rebecca Zanetti
Book two of the NYT bestselling Maverick Montana series.
Opposites don't attract. They ignite.
The small Montana town near the Kooskia reserve seemed like the perfect place for Juliet Montgomery to hide from her not-so-law-abiding family. But when her peace is shattered by a break-in and threatening phone calls, it's clear someone back in New York knows where she is. It's time to plan her getaway, and fast—but first, she needs to tie up a few loose ends and find out exactly what the town's sexy cowboy sheriff is hiding.
Sheriff Quinn Lodge has enough demons of his own to know when someone's hiding something, and he's determined to uncover what's beneath Juliet's uptight, city-girl exterior—preferably one piece of clothing at a time. But when their chemistry goes from fizzy to full-on explosive, things start getting complicated.
How can Juliet stay beneath the covers with Quinn, when doing so means blowing her cover?

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ISBN-13:
9781622667819
Publisher:
Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date:
05/27/2013
Series:
Maverick Montana , #2
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
250
Sales rank:
13,544
File size:
1 MB

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Under the Covers

A Maverick Montana Novel


By Rebecca Zanetti, Liz Pelletier

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2013 Rebecca Zanetti
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-62266-781-9


CHAPTER 1

Juliet tensed the second the outside door clanged shut. So much for her brief reprieve. She turned around and sat on the highest rung of the ladder, her gaze on the hard wooden floor so far below her feet. Paintings still hung on the wall, and she needed to take them down. But first, she had to face the sheriff.

She'd known he'd show up after receiving her e-mail. Nerves jumped in her belly as she waited.

He strode into the main room of the art gallery and brought the scents of male and pine with him. Stopping several feet away, he looked up. "Juliet."

"Sheriff." She took a deep breath, trying to keep her focus on his dark eyes.

But that body deserved a second glance. Tight and packed hard, the sheriff wore faded jeans, a dark button-downed shirt, and a gun at his hip. Black hair swept away from a bronze face with rugged features. Not handsome, but definitely masculine and somehow, tough. Years ago, she'd liked tough. Many years ago.

He cocked his head to the side and studied her.

For months, he'd been studying her ... that dark gaze probing deep, warming her in places she tried to control. But Quinn Lodge was all about control, and the smirk he gave promised she'd be the one relinquishing it. "Any other woman, I'd be worried about that top rung. Not you, though," he murmured.

She smiled to mask her instant arousal from his gravelly voice and resorted to using a polite tone. "You don't care if I fall?"

"I care. But you won't fall. You're the most graceful person I've ever met. Ever even seen." Admiration and something deeper glimmered in his eyes.

She swallowed. "Thank you. Now perhaps we should get to the arguing part of the evening."

"I'm not going to argue." Stubbornness lined his jaw, at home and natural along the firm length. "Neither are you."

While the words sounded like a peaceful overture, in truth, they were nothing but an order. She clasped her hands together and smoothed down her long skirt. When he used that tone, her panties dampened. If the boys from the private school who'd dubbed her "frigid virgin" could only see her now. "Good, no arguing. We agree."

His grin flashed a dimple in his left cheek, and he shifted his weight. "You're not leaving the gallery."

"Yes, I am." She should not look. She absolutely would not look. But she'd recognized his move when he's shifted his weight ... yes. A very impressive bulge filled out the sheriff's worn jeans.

She swallowed, her ears ringing. Her thighs suddenly ached to part.

His eyebrows rose. "Juliet?"

Guilt flashed through her even as her eyes shot up. "Yes?"

His smile was devastating. "Would you like to finally discuss it?"

"Your erection?" The words slipped out before she could think. Oh God. She slapped a hand over her mouth.

He laughed, the sound male and free. "Here in the backcountry, ma'am, we prefer the term hard-on. But, yes, let's discuss the fact that I'm permanently erect around you. Tell me you're finally ready to do something about it."

Her heart bashed into her rib cage. "Like what?" she choked.

"Well now" — he tucked his thumbs in his pockets, his gaze caressing up her legs to her rapidly sharpening nipples — "I've never taken a woman on a ladder before, but the thought does have some possibilities. How flexible are you, darlin'?"

The spit dried up in her mouth, while warmth flowed through the rest of her. He wasn't joking. If she gave the word, he'd be on her. Shock filled her at how badly she wanted the sheriff on her. Most men would be at least a little embarrassed by the tented jeans. Not Quinn Lodge. He wanted to explore the idea.

"While I appreciate your offer, I'd prefer we returned to settling the issue of the gallery." Could she sound any less like a spinster from the eighteen hundreds? "I'm unable to pay the rent, and thus, I need to move on." But where? The upcoming art show needed to be somewhere close by or nobody would attend. While she had no choice but to leave town right after the opening, at least she could leave on a triumphant note.

"I don't need the rent. Let's keep a running total, and after you're hugely successful, you can pay me." He ran a broad hand through his hair. "Stop being impossible."

She wasn't a charity case. Plus, the last person she wanted to owe was the sheriff. The man viewed the world in clear, unequivocal lines, and she lived in the gray area. A fact he could never know.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not taking advantage of you." She was out of money, and no way would she stick around.

He sighed. "Juliet, I don't need the money."

The words from any other man would've been bragging. Not Quinn Lodge. He was merely being nice ... and telling the truth. His family owned most of Montana, and he'd invested heavily in real estate. The guy owned many properties, including the two-story brick building that had held her gallery for the past few months, since she'd arrived in town.

She sighed. "I'm not owing you."

His chin lowered.

Hers lifted.

A cell phone buzzed from his pocket. He drew it out, frowned at the number, and then looked back up at her. "I, ah, need to take this. Do you mind?"

"No." Darn if his manners didn't make her feel even more uncomfortable.

"Thanks." He lifted the device to his ear. "Lodge here."

He listened and slowly exhaled. "Thank you, Governor." He shook his head. "I don't think so ... Yes, I understand what you are saying." Dark eyes rose and warmed as they focused on Juliet's hardened nipples. She'd cross her arms, but why hide? It wasn't like the sheriff was concerned about the massive erection he was still sporting, and she could be just as nonchalant as he. She dragged her thoughts back to his ongoing conversation.

"I would, but I already have a date." That dimple flashed again, this time longer. "Yes, I'm seeing someone — Juliet Montgomery. She owns the art gallery in town. Of course she'll be at the dance as well as at the ride. Thank you very much." He slid the phone into his pocket.

Tingles wandered down Juliet's spine. Several of her fantasies regarding the sheriff included being part of his everyday life. Of course, many more centered on his nights. "We're dating?"

"Well now," only a true Montana man could drawl a sentence like that — "how about we reach an agreement?"

She frowned even as her clit sprang to attention. Her raging hormones would love to reach an agreement. "I'm not for sale, Quinn."

He lost the smile. "I would never presume you were, darlin'. Here's the deal — we both need help. How about we help each other?"

Without knowing the facts, she knew enough to understand this was a bad idea. No matter how many tingles rippled through her abdomen. "Why did you tell the governor we're dating?"

"He tried to fix me up with his niece, and I needed an out. You're my out." Dare and self-effacing humor danced on his face. "How about we date for the next six weeks, just until the election, and you keep the gallery rent-free? You'd really be helping me out."

Quinn was up for reelection for the sheriff's office. She shook her head. "You don't need to play games. Everybody loves you."

"No. The people in the town of Mineral Lake like me. But Maverick County is a large area, and I need the governor's endorsement. The last thing I have time for is campaigning for a job I love when I need to be doing that job."

Considering she'd be leaving soon, maybe she should provide him some assistance. "You have more money than the governor. Buy some ads."

"I'm not spending money on ads. It's a waste as well as an insult to hardworking people."

"Tell the governor you aren't interested in his niece." Juliet narrowed her gaze. Quinn Lodge didn't kowtow to anybody.

"Refusing the governor is a bad idea." He stalked closer to the ladder. "His niece is Amy Nelson, a woman I briefly dated, and she wanted more. Her daddy is Jocko Nelson, and he's more than willing to spend a fortune backing Miles Lansing for sheriff. My already dating somebody saves my butt, sweetheart."

The last thing she wanted to talk about was his fine butt. Nor did she want to think about him dating some other woman. "I'm not your solution."

"Besides" — he reached the bottom of the ladder and held up a hand — "aren't you tired of dancing around this? For the last few months, we've danced around this."

"That's what responsible adults do." She automatically took his hand to descend.

Electricity danced up her arm from his warm palm.

"Bullshit." He helped her to the hard-tiled floor. "You feel it, too."

Yes, she did, and the crass language actually turned her on. But he didn't know her, and he wouldn't like her if he did. "I've chosen not to act on any temporary attraction." As a tall woman, it truly unnerved her when she needed to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. "How tall are you, anyway?"

He shrugged. "Six four, last time I checked. How about you?"

"Five ten."

He nodded. "Petite. Very petite."

The man was crazy. She tugged her hand free. "I'm not dating you."

"I know. We're pretending." He glanced around at the many paintings on the wall. "Are these from Sophie's new collection?"

"Yes." The damn man already knew his sister-in-law's paintings adorned the walls.

"Didn't you promise her an amazing showing for the opening of your gallery?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Well, then. This is the only place to have an amazing showing, right?"

Wasn't that just like a man to go right for the kill? Sophie was Juliet's friend, one of her only friends, and the showing meant a lot to her. "You're not being fair."

He reached out and ran a finger down Juliet's cheek, his gaze following the motion.

Heat flared from his touch, through her breasts, right down between her legs. "Stop."

His hand dropped. "I need a pretend girlfriend. You need to keep the gallery open. This is a perfect agreement."

Darn it. Temptation had her glancing around the spectacular space. Three rooms, all containing different types of Western art, made up the gallery. The main room already held most of the paintings created by Sophie Lodge. Rich, oil-based paintings showing life in Maverick, life on the reservation, and the wickedness of Montana weather. The showing would put both Sophie's art and Juliet's gallery on the Western-gallery map just like the C. M. Russell Museum in Great Falls or the National Museum of Wildlife Art in Jackson Hole.

She wanted on that map. Perhaps badly enough to make a deal with the sheriff. Plus, she was tired of dancing around her attraction to Quinn. Would that attraction explode or fizzle if they spent time together? Frankly, it didn't matter. She had to leave town soon. Why not appease her curiosity? "Okay, but keep your hands to yourself."

"But — "

"No." She pressed her hands on her hips. The man was too dangerous, too tempting. A woman had to keep some control, or Quinn would run wild. No question. "You're creative, and this is your idea. If we pretend to date, you keep your hands off me."

His eyes dropped to an amused, challenging expression. He held out both hands, palms up. "Tell you what, darlin'. These hands won't touch you until you ask nicely. Very nicely."

"That will never happen," she snapped.

His left eyebrow rose. "I wondered if that red hair came with a temper." Interest darkened his eyes to midnight. "So much passion locked up in such a classy package. I thought so." He leaned into her space. "Be careful, or I'll make you beg."

She almost doubled over from the spike of desire that shot through her abdomen. How many pairs of high-end panties had she gone through the last month, anyway? "Back away, Sheriff."

He stepped back, as she'd known he would, but the knowing desire in his eyes didn't wane. He glanced at his smartphone. "Give me your cell in case I can't find you at the gallery."

She shuffled her feet. A cell? Yeah, right. Even if she had the money, they were too easy to trace. "I, ah, don't have one."

Watchful intelligence filled his eyes as he glanced up. A cop's eyes. "Why not?"

"I have not had time to find the right one and choose a plan."

"Interesting." He slipped the phone into his pocket, turned on the heel of his cowboy boot, and headed for the door. "Be ready at six tomorrow night for the Excel Foundation Fund-raiser in Billings. The drive will take us an hour."

All tension disappeared from the room as he left. Well, except for the tension at the base of her neck from the phone being silent. It had been ringing for almost a week with nobody on the other side. Surely a bunch of kids just goofing off, but she couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that kept her up at night. Well, when erotic images of a nude Quinn weren't haunting her dreams.

She sagged against the ladder as she forced herself to relax. Yeah, right. Pretending to be the sheriff's girlfriend would be anything but relaxing. What in the world had she just done?


* * *

The fund-raiser was located at the Billings Mountain Hotel, and the grand ballroom sparkled like something out of New York. Chandeliers lined the ceiling, and real crystal decorated the tables.

Juliet willed her nerves to stop jumping.

Just inside the main doors, Sophie Lodge grinned and looked her up and down. "You are gorgeous. Now stop being a chicken. I let you drive in with me earlier so you could avoid Quinn, but your time is up."

Juliet smiled to keep from frowning at her friend. "First of all, we needed to come to the city to choose the music for your showing next month. Then, apparently, you needed to shop like you'd won the lottery." It had been fun to shop with a friend again. Although her life had been odd, at one time, she'd had friends she'd enjoyed shopping with. Cool, cultured friends who minded their own business.

Not Sophie. Nobody in the town of Mineral Lake minded their own business. Shopping with Sophie had been more like an inquisition into Juliet's feelings for Quinn.

Sophie flipped her wispy, blond hair over her shoulder. The mass framed her pixie face perfectly. "The menu we chose from the caterer was ideal, too."

Yes, it was. Unfortunately, the deposit for the food included the last dime Juliet owned. Now she had to go through with the sheriff's charade no matter what. It was way too late to turn back.

Sophie teetered on her heels. "It was nice of the hotel to let us change in one of the guest rooms."

The hair prickled on the back of Juliet's neck. Was somebody watching her? She cased the room, and too many shadows slithered around the corners.

"I really like your dress," Sophie continued chattering.

For goodness' sake. Juliet needed to get a grip. Nobody was watching her. She glanced down at the sparkling green dress she'd brought when she moved to Montana. "I think I should've worn basic black."

"Why?" Sophie smoothed her hands over the blue fabric hugging her hips and the very slight baby bump. She'd wanted a fun pregnancy dress, but at only two months pregnant, everything had been too big. Her dress had spaghetti straps, a cinched waist, and great lines. "We work hard and deserve a break. Every woman should sparkle."

The last thing Juliet wanted to do was stand out. "This was such an incredibly bad idea."

Sophie shrugged and peered at the crowd. "If you ask me, it was about time Quinn made a move."

"Your brother-in-law and I are friends. He needed a date, and I said yes." Maybe she should tell Sophie the whole truth.

"There they are." Sophie waved.

Juliet turned to spot Quinn standing by Sophie's husband, Jake, by the far bar. The men were dressed in black suits. She swallowed. The sheriff looked amazing, tough and sleek, in the suit. It was open at the collar and showed a crisp white shirt. Even then, the sense of contained power vibrated around the man. "Oh, my." Juliet steeled her shoulders.

Sophie nodded vigorously. "I know, right? Those Lodge boys clean up nice. Really nice."

"I see the honeymoon isn't over for you."

"Nope." Sophie started to lead the way through the crowd. "We've been married for a whole month now, and I don't think the honeymoon will ever be over."

Happiness all but oozed from the woman, and a pang of want hit Juliet. What would it be like to have a wonderful husband, a family, and a life without fear? "Please tell me I can drive home with you tonight."

"Nope," Sophie repeated, tossing a grin over her shoulder. "Jake and I are staying at the hotel. I guess you'll have to drive back with Quinn."

Juliet glanced up to discover dark eyes watching her. Her knees trembled, but she gracefully moved between chairs and people on the three-inch heels. While her mother hadn't taught her much, she had taught her how a lady appeared in public. Whether she liked it or not.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Under the Covers by Rebecca Zanetti, Liz Pelletier. Copyright © 2013 Rebecca Zanetti. Excerpted by permission of Entangled Publishing, LLC.
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Meet the Author

New York Times bestselling author Rebecca Zanetti has worked as an art curator, Senate aide, lawyer, college professor, and a hearing examiner - only to culminate it all in stories about Alpha males and the women who claim them. She writes dark paranormal, romantic suspense, and sexy contemporary romances.

Growing up amid the glorious backdrops and winter wonderlands of the Pacific Northwest has given Rebecca fantastic scenery and adventures to weave into her stories. She resides in the wild north with her husband, children, and extended family who inspire her every day—or at the very least give her plenty of characters to write about.

www.rebeccazanetti.com

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So I didn't care for the first book in this series, just didn't connect with the characters. However, I adore the Brazen line from Entangled - so I gave this one a shot. It was MUCH better. I really enjoyed it and am looking forward to the stories for the rest of the family.
Dawn88 More than 1 year ago
Now that was my kind of book.. Rebecca writes the most intensely masculine hero's This is the 2nd book in The Maverick Montana Series. In the first book we meet both Quinn and Juliet and you can tell there is chemistry between them. Right away I was interested in their story. Rebecca hooked me on this series within the very first page. This series is fun and sexy and really, what woman wouldn't want to read about cowboys with family values that are also bad boys too :) Her hero's have all the best qualities. Quinn is the handsome sheriff and he is also a rancher. He is very close to his family. He can't help but feel a connection to Juliet. Wanting to do something about it, he comes up with an idea to get her to go out with him. He knows she is hiding something though. Can he get her to open up? Juliet owns an art gallery. She is hiding out and trying to live her life at the same time. Seeing Quinn is making things complicated. She is falling for him. Should she open up to him? Lots of lust, passion and scorching sex scenes. Rebecca's characters are engaging. There are lots of laughs in this book too. Little Leila cracks me up with her love for shoes. She is so smart for her age. The things she says are too cute. I was truly an awe at the end when everyone got together and stood with Juliet. Favorite sentence, "Today the sheriff wore dark jeans and a long sleeve T-shirt that hugged his fine muscles like it was made of horny female cotton."
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Liked it but liked the first one a lot more. I liked getting updated about Jake and Sophia more than the love story between Quinn and Juliet, that says it all. I think the problem was the female character, with her constant lies and always on the run or planning to run like a coward. Her reasons to do that ended up being quite lame. I like stronger women that know how to face the alpha male. I just did not connect with Juliet as a character and found hard to believe that Quinn would fall for her that bad, not very believable. Let's hope the next book improves.
Bonesgirl More than 1 year ago
Don't you just love having a go to author, one you know that you'll always enjoy reading their stories!?! Rebecca Zanetti is mine, she has not let me down. I know that if it has her name on it I have to read it. Under the covers is a great story, second in the Maverick Montana series. So if you like HOT COWBOYS than you'll love Rebecca's Under the covers.
stanhope3234 More than 1 year ago
I LOVED this book! I could find nothing wrong and everything right with this book. Juliet and Quinn had fabulous chemistry. The sexual relationship between them was seriously exsplosive and smoking hot. Their characters were so complimentary to each other and so well matched I couldn't help but be sucked into the story that I couldn't put it down. I highly recommend this series.
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So much better than the first in the series!
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Arch_Angel More than 1 year ago
Can't wait for more! If the first book wasn’t enough to reel me in, book two has me panting for more!! I love a series that follows a family, group of friends, a town or all of these rolled into one. But even more so, I love when not only the storyline, but also the characters and events are believable.  I have one left to go in this wonderful series and hope that Ms Zanetti is well underway with book 4!!!
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I enjoyed the witty banter and how well Juliet and Quinn carried themselves. The book was fun and hot with a bit of suspense. The romance was hot and steamy.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book loved it
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
When first reading, thought was missing somrthing til figured out this was book two. Be sure to read against the wall before reading this story. Good plot.
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Another amazing Lodge male....can't wait for more
sharon1JT More than 1 year ago
You have got to love this family. The men are alpha, the women are independent, little Layla is to be treasured. I could not put this book down. Of course, it was the same for “Against the Wall”. These books are truly special and I can hardly wait for the stories about the younger brother and sister.
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I love this author i will read anything she likes