Back in Los Angeles, Sloane McBride was a great police detective, but after she uncovered corruption on her own squad, the job became nearly impossible. In the bucolic hills of Nugget, she can start to imagine a life after all that, where she keeps her head down, does her work, and doesn’t bother anyone. But her delicious next door neighbor isn’t going to make it easy to keep to herself…
Brady Benson’s wildest dreams came true in LA—but they were paired with a living nightmare. As executive chef of a searing-hot restaurant, he was lauded, adored… and then found himself caught in the sights of a lovelorn stalker. Now, laying low in Nugget, he finds his own heart ensnared by the beautiful new cop with her own reasons to start over.
Neither Sloane nor Brady came to town looking for love, but it seems to have found them. Trouble is, so have their pasts. And they’ll have to stop hiding from both if they hope to come out the other side together…
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“Finz is a unique new voice. Nugget, California is a charming small town filled with inventive characters and sweet romance."--Jill Shalvis, New York Times bestselling author of the Lucky Harbor Series
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Borrowing Trouble a Nugget Romance
By Stacy Finz
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Sloane McBride didn't know what to make of Chief Shepard. He was young for the top cop of a police department — somewhere in his thirties if she had to guess. Good-looking and cocky. Not a good mixture for a boss, in her experience.
The good-looking ones tended to have roaming hands and the cocky ones tended to be spineless.
Of course she'd been jaded by her experience at LAPD. Not by the work. She'd loved being a homicide investigator in the gritty city. Her father and brothers liked to tease her that Los Angeles — filled with palm trees, swimming pools, and movie stars — was amateur night compared to the South Side of Chicago. But she'd seen the devil in the City of Angels.
This place, Nugget, was nothing like it. Serene as the surrounding Sierra Nevada mountains. The place even had one of those old-time burger drive-throughs, and the citizens actually knew their neighbors. It was the epitome of Small Town USA. Although a few months ago there'd been a murder and a drug bust that rivaled some of the gangland slayings down South. So maybe she could do good work here.
"We're a team." The chief continued spewing platitudes about the department, trying to sell her on the job. She knew her former LAPD colleague, Jake Stryker, had told Rhys Shepard about her difficulties in Los Angeles. The chief had offered her the job anyway. "We've got each other's backs here."
Yeah, yeah. That's the way it was supposed to be at LAPD. What a joke.
The dispatcher — Sloane thought her name was Connie — lightly tapped on the glass door, then barged in. "Maddy is on the phone. She said you're not answering your cell."
The chief immediately picked up his line. "Everything okay? ... Sure, sugar, that'll work. But I'm in the middle of an interview right now. Can I call you back?" He smiled over something she said and hung up. "Sorry about that. My wife."
Connie still loitered in the chief's office, checking Sloane over. "You taking the job? It would be good to get some estrogen in this place."
The chief shot the dispatcher a look.
"What? I'm just saying." The dispatcher turned to Sloane. "When you're done in here come find me. I'll give you the real skinny."
After Connie left, shutting the door behind her, Chief Shepard apologized. "We're a little loose around here. But we're a good department. Before I came back from Houston, the town contracted with the Plumas County sheriff out of Quincy. That's more than a half hour away. Folks here are real appreciative to have us."
He didn't have to push so hard. So far, this was Sloane's best option since the larger departments around the state wouldn't touch her with a ten-foot pole. The good-old-boys' network at LAPD had made sure of that. But here she had Jake advocating for her, and if she had to guess, Nugget PD was hard up for officer candidates. The rural railroad town, four hours northeast of San Francisco, was way off the beaten path. Too small a department to attract ambitious, experienced officers. It wouldn't have appealed to Sloane if she didn't need the job so badly.
At least it was a pretty place — lots of trees, rivers, and lakes — and since she'd originally come from Chicago, the cold and snow didn't scare her. She'd make the best of it until her situation changed.
"How is the rental market around here?" she asked.
Chief Shepard lifted his shoulders. "Not the best, I'm afraid. A lot of rental cabins that aren't really fit for year-round living. There are lots of homes for sale in Sierra Heights, our only gated community. But they'll run you close to a mil. Griffin Parks, the seller, might be willing to rent you one, but we're talking big bucks. I own a duplex on Donner Road. One of the apartments is vacant. I don't know how you'd feel about me being your boss and your landlord. But it's cheap and clean. I'll give you the key and directions. You could drive up and have a look at it. If you're not interested, you could swing by Sierra Heights. See if you can make a deal."
A half hour later she chugged up a craggy road in her Rav4. Good thing it was four-wheel drive. Although people she'd talked to said the winter so far had been mild, the place typically got sixty inches of snow a year. And it was only January, after all.
She hadn't wanted to offend Chief Shepard, so she'd agreed to look at his duplex. But after what she'd gone through in LA, Sloane didn't want her private life overlapping with her professional one. She'd just make an excuse why the apartment wouldn't work and try to find something else.
At the top of the hill she nosed down the driveway, parked on a well-maintained pad next to an old van, and got out to take a look around. The duplex was nothing fancy from the outside, just a single-level rectangular box made of wood shingles with two apartment doors and a nice front porch. On one side sat a pine-log rocking chair and a matching swing. Cozy. The view included downtown Nugget, which up close wasn't much, but from this height looked like a Christmas card with the snowy Sierra mountain range looming in the background. She had to admit that it was way more picturesque than the glimpse of the bougainvillea-covered cinder-block wall she got from her Echo Park apartment window. Lots of pine trees and a river on the other side of the railroad tracks.
In her jacket pocket she found the key and climbed the porch stairs. One of the doors creaked open and a man came outside.
"You Sloane McBride?"
She took a step back. He had startled her for a second.
"Rhys said you were coming over to look at the place." He stifled a yawn, and from his smooshed hair she got the impression that he'd been taking a nap.
"I'm Sloane. You must be Brady." The chief had mentioned the tenant, something about him being a chef at the chief's wife's hotel, where Sloane was staying. Given that he wore a pair of baggy black-and-white striped pants and a chef's jacket, Sloane thought this had to be him.
"You don't smoke, do you?" he asked. "The duplex shares the same ventilation system."
She blinked up at him. "No." And she wasn't taking the place, so it didn't matter.
"Good. I've got to get back to work." He headed to the van and opened the door.
"Hang on a sec," she called and jogged over to him. "Have you lived in Nugget long?"
"Since summer. Why?"
He had about six inches on her, so she had to look up. "I'm just trying to get a feel for the place."
He gazed at his watch. "I've got about fifteen minutes. What do you want to know?"
She shrugged. "Anything you can tell me."
He smiled and she noticed he was nice-looking. Really nice-looking. Brown hair, hazel eyes, and a day's worth of stubble on his chin. She hadn't missed his Southern accent either. She was a sucker for a Southern accent. Between him and the chief, she had to wonder what the rest of the guys in Nugget looked like.
"Good people," he said. "But gossipy as all get out. Great skiing a half hour from here in Glory Junction. If you like to hike, there's a ton of trails. Great fishing and hunting too. Lucky Rodriguez will hook you up with a horse over at his cowboy camp if you like to ride. It's a great way to see the countryside." He nudged his square jaw at her. "What are you into?"
"I like to run." And until she'd gotten promoted to the robbery-homicide division, she'd liked to dance. Salsa. "Go to the gym."
"No gym here. But there's a yoga studio on the square. And you can run anywhere. It's safe as long as you don't mess with the wildlife. A couple of the women in town organize bowling parties over at the Ponderosa. It's probably slower paced than what you're used to, but it's a welcoming little town. So, you taking the job?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I am."
"Uh-huh. How'd you know?"
He chuckled. "Everyone here knows everything about everybody. What they don't know, they make up."
She waited for him to ask her why she'd left the department, but he didn't. Maybe the whole town knew already.
"I've got a wine and cheese service in thirty minutes. You renting the place?" He cocked his head at the apartment next to his.
"I haven't looked inside yet." She wasn't about to tell him the truth. "I was hoping for something a little closer to town."
"You can walk from here," he said, and started getting into his van. "I'm over at the Lumber Baron Inn if you have any more questions."
She waved goodbye, then let herself inside the apartment to have a look around. It wasn't much, but it was roomier than her LA place. It had a decent-sized living room and her queen-size bed would easily fit in the bedroom. The bathroom was right off the kitchen. She assumed the layout was what people called a railroad apartment, because it resembled a passenger car on a train. It made sense, given that this was a railroad town. The chief hadn't been lying when he'd said the place was clean. More like spotless.
After Donner Road she headed to the subdivision called Sierra Heights. For a gated community, the security sucked. She got right past the empty guard kiosk and zipped around, looking at the mammoth houses, their elaborate decks and giant yards. The chief had been correct in assuming that this place was too rich for her blood. Gorgeous, though. If she had the money, she'd live here.
On Main Street she found a real estate office and popped inside. A woman named Carol said she had a couple of rentals Sloane could look at, but her hopes deflated after the house tour. The first stunk like a dog kennel and gave Sloane the creeps. Lots of chain-link fence and gaudy statuary in the yard, including one of those boy-peeing fountains. The second was a cabin that hadn't been winterized. The third would've been perfect. It was right in town with a sweet little rose-garden backyard, but it was also for sale. The owner would only rent it on the condition that it be made available for showings. No go. Not only didn't Sloane want the inconvenience, but she didn't want to have to move again in a few months.
Disappointed, she drove back to the Lumber Baron. If only she'd found an apartment or a house half as comfortable as her room at the inn. The bed and breakfast was pretty spectacular with its period architecture and elegant furnishings. Sloane hadn't realized that the chief's wife owned the place until he'd mentioned it during their interview. Last night, when she'd gotten in, there was only the young guy, Andy, manning the desk. And this morning she'd rushed out to meet Jake for breakfast at the Ponderosa, the kooky Western restaurant/bar/bowling alley across from the inn on the town square.
When she walked in the lobby she nearly collided with Brady, who looked to be on his way out. He had changed into jeans and a long-sleeved waffle-knit shirt — and he was seriously ripped. Not like a gym rat, but like a guy who spent a lot of time outdoors. Mile-wide chest, big pecs, flat stomach, and muscular arms.
"You staying here?" he asked by way of a greeting.
"Yeah. I checked in last night. Is that hamburger place any good? I was thinking of grabbing something before it closes and bringing it up to my room."
"It's good," he said. "Or if you want to be around people, you can go to the Ponderosa for happy hour. The food's good there too."
She wondered where he was off to since other than bowling there didn't seem to be anything to do. Unless he was headed to the Ponderosa's happy hour or to meet a girlfriend.
"Chicken-fried steak and eggs for breakfast," he said, grabbing a down jacket from a closet behind the check-in counter and slinging it over his shoulder. "Catch you later."
"You must be Sloane." A dead ringer for the beautiful woman in the wedding picture on the chief's desk came into the lobby. "I'm Maddy, Rhys's wife."
"Nice to meet you."
"You taking the job?"
Whoa, people around here get right to the point. "I'm gonna sleep on it, but probably ... yeah."
Before she knew what was happening Maddy enveloped her in a hug. "You don't know how happy that makes me." Sloane didn't usually get this kind of reception from the wives of other cops. "It'll just be nice to have a fourth person on deck, you know what I mean?"
Yeah, they need someone to work graveyard and holidays. "Sure," she said, and tried to pry herself loose from Maddy's embrace. She was stronger than she looked.
"Rhys said you might be taking the apartment on Donner Road. That used to be my apartment. It's where Rhys and I fell in love."
"Really?" A little TMI, but sweet just the same. For whatever reason, it made her feel better about Shepard. She didn't know why he'd left such a bad taste in her mouth in the first place. The chief had seemed completely professional — even decent.
Then again, they all did until you broke the code of silence. That's when the people who you thought had your back left you to fend for yourself while the world blew up.
"It's a great apartment," Sloane said. "Conveniently located, clean, spacious. But to be completely honest, I feel a little weird about having my boss as a landlord."
Maddy nodded. "Rhys feels weird about it too. We decided that if you take the apartment we'd have my brother, Nate, act as the go-between. Nate and I co-own the Lumber Baron."
"How would that work?" Sloane asked, thinking that this might be a more comfortable solution.
"You would just have all your dealings concerning the apartment — rent, deposit, repairs — with Nate or my sister-in-law, Samantha. Rhys and I would stay out of the picture."
That seemed better — less company town. "I'll let Chief Shepard know what I decide tomorrow, then."
"Great. And, Sloane, I do think you'll really like it here. I know you're from Los Angeles and a small town like this can be a culture shock, but it's a wonderful place. People look out for one another. I came from San Francisco and never thought I'd get used to the slow pace of small-town living. What I found was that the big city had been pretty darn alienating. And of course I'm biased, but I think my husband is a wonderful boss."
Sloane laughed. Jake had said the same thing, and she respected his opinion. The man had been a cop while Sloane was still a toddler. And unlike her, he'd survived the snake pit.
"It'll take some getting used to, but I'm up for the challenge." She wanted to stay positive.
"And Brady will be a great neighbor. If you're lucky, he'll cook for you."
"He seems nice." And hopefully quiet, since they'd be living right on top of each other and her hours were bound to be odd, given that she'd be the newbie.
"Very," Maddy said. "We're crazy about him."
Sloane bet most of the female population was, anyway. After a little more small talk with Maddy, she made her way across the square to the hamburger place. It was called the Bun Boy, which cracked her up. There were walk-up and drive-through windows, but no indoor seating. Just a smattering of picnic tables on a swath of lawn, under a few big trees. Nice in summer, but way too cold this time of year. She got her food to go and took it up to her room. She probably should've gone to the Ponderosa for happy hour to get more acquainted with the town, but between her interview with the chief and all the new people she'd met today, she was talked out. Nugget was a chatty place.
She ate at the writer's desk while flipping through the channels on the flat-screen. Nugget at least had cable. The food was better than expected, she thought while wolfing down a large order of seasoned curly fries. In LA, she and her girlfriends liked dining at all the trendy bistros and cafés. Sloane didn't consider herself a foodie by any stretch. Not like her friends who read the Times restaurant reviews religiously and traded names of hot new chefs like little boys did baseball cards. Sloane couldn't name one famous cook unless it was Paula Deen or Gordon Ramsay. But she enjoyed eating and experiencing new cuisines and flavors. Everyone in her family cooked, except her. Her mother was an avid baker and her father and three brothers worked in a firehouse, where kitchen duty was as much a part of the job as putting out blazes.
She could've gone home to Chicago — her father had actually insisted on it when he found out what had happened on the job. "No one messes with a McBride," he'd said. But Sloane preferred to stand on her own two feet. So Jake's suggestion that she come here seemed like the winning option. Still, she had to wonder whether she was making a huge mistake. Having never lived in a small town, it would take a lot of adjustment. Like what kind of place doesn't have a gym?
The room phone rang, making Sloane jump. In LA, she'd had to change all her personal numbers. Not that that had helped. The problem with cops was they could always find you.
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All of the Nugget books are well written, with grest characters.0
I've been reading the whole series in Nugget and this is best one yet. Romance, mystery, intrigue the whole works. Looking forward to next one. Recommend reading them all although is a stand alone.
Keeps me wanting to read more
Enjoy reading the story.
Just fun character and a wuick easy read
With every new installment in this series, I find myself getting more invested in the town and people of Nugget, especially because the town has become synonymous with new beginnings and is always welcoming to people looking for a fresh start. Sloane McBride was a detective with a promising career in Los Angeles until she exposed a group of corrupt colleagues, became persona non grata in her own squad and was forced to quit her job. Her new job with the Nugget police department is her chance to get away from all the ugliness in LA but after being hung out to dry by her squad, she's understandably wary of her new boss and just wants to keep a low profile. But she's overwhelmed by the friendly overtures of the townspeople, especially her neighbor who keeps feeding her. Brady Benson was a successful executive chef in LA until he acquired an obsessed stalker and was forced to go into hiding. After moving around, he made Nugget his temporary home and is content with his job as the chef for the local B&B, but he's stayed away from any involvement with women. Until Sloane McBride comes to town. They start out as friends and soon the chemistry between they heats up but can two people with their kind of baggage make a go of it, especially with the unresolved issues hanging over their heads? I was really looking forward to Sloane and Brady's story and I enjoyed all of it. I like that they started out as friends and grew to become lovers and I love the lack of drama in their relationship. Sloane is a girl after my heart. I love how confident and tough she was, in spite of what she'd been through and I like that she wasn't shy about what she wanted from Brady. Brady on the other hand lost a few points with me for his waffling (pun intended), but I love how he took care of Sloane, even though she was the one with the gun. Brady and Sloane's pasts lent the story the necessary drama to keep it from being just okay and the mystery of the John Doe added to all the action. The highlight of this series is the community, the warm welcome they give newcomers and the genuine concern they show for the well-being of everyone. The town is the foundation of every story and these stories would be a lot less than they are without what it represents. At this point in the series, I would recommend staring from the beginning to help keep the many characters and their stories straight. Disclaimer: I received this book for free from the Publisher in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Since starting this Nugget series, I've been waiting to read about Brady. He remained a mystery since appearing in Book 4. The suspense about him was well worth it and it's endearing to read how he's fitted into the Nugget community. Sloane came as a surprise and couldn't have been more perfect for Brady. I enjoyed the development of their relationship as well and the fact that they aren't rushing into commitment. There's more suspense in this book compared to the rest in this series and I must say, this is my favorite book to date. Even though there were quite a few things going on in this book; Sloane's past issues haunting her, Brady's reason for keeping a low profile, Griffin & Lina, the case of the unsolved skeleton, the entire story flowed well throughout the entire read. My only gripe was the closure for Brady. It was just a little anti-climax for me how his closure came to be. This is definitely a great series to check out and I can't wait to read the next instalment. I have no clue who's gonna be featured but I'm hoping Sloane's brothers are in the plans. ARC requested via Netgalley, provided by Kensington Books / Lyrical Shine in exchange for a honest review.
Borrowing Trouble is the story of Sloane, a policewoman who made a new beginning in Nugget, California. She rents her bosses duplex and meet her neighbor Brady. He is a chef who works a bed and breakfast. They have a lot in common and start to hang out and become friends. They relationship starts to become more, which lead to each learning the others' secret. Will their romance survive when all is known? This is a cute, well paced book that keeps the reader updated on all the happenings in the series. I wish the book focused more on the main couple, but I still enjoyed the book overall. I was given a free copy for an honest review.
There is lots of love, mouthwatering food, and some delightful characters in Borrowing Trouble by Stacy Finz. There is also a deranged stalker and a bunch of really bad cops. Luckily, the residents of Nugget treat each other like family, and they come together whenever the situation arises. Smart and sexy Sloane McBride loves being a police detective, and she is extremely good at her job. When she discovers and subsequently speaks out about the corruption in her own squad, her days of law enforcement on the Los Angles force are numbered. Sloane makes Nugget her new home, and she is hopeful that she will fit in, make a difference on the law enforcement team, and escape the target that is now on her back. Living next door to gorgeous chef Brady Benson only makes her transition easier. Over a very short time, she and Brady are sharing meals, their respective days, and a bed. Brady Benson is an amazingly talented chef, and his breakfasts at the local bed and breakfast are legendary. His successful career at a Los Angeles five star restaurant was progressing very well, until he slept with the craziest of crazies. Now his life is no longer his own, and he is constantly looking over his shoulder for the next shoe to drop. Brady is being stalked, and the Los Angeles police advised him to get out of the area, so he ended up in Nugget. Brady is popular with the locals and his food is adored by all. Being involved with Sloane is the best thing that ever happened to him, however, he is not a commitment kind of guy. This is quite an intriguing book and it kept me entertained from beginning to end. Sloane and Brady have a lot in common, and I liked the way Ms. Finz evolved their relationship. Lots of things are happening in Nugget, which keeps the plot lively and interesting. Sloane and Brady have great chemistry, and their sexy times are sensual and hot. The secondary characters are replete personality and uniqueness, which ensures the ever-changing landscape of Nugget. Complimentary copy provided by the publisher via NetGalley.
I enjoyed this one so very much and I adore the little town of Nugget! This is the sixth in the series but you don't have to have read the prior books to enjoy this one. Sloane McBride is new in town. She is looking forward to her new job on the Nugget police force. She just wants to keep her head down, do her job, and enjoy the low pressure life for a while. Living next door to the town's hot sexy chef isn't too bad either. Brady Benson is hiding out in Nugget and doesn't want anything disturbing the peace he's found there. Sometimes though both trouble and love can find you no matter what!! This is a great read and a book I highly recommend.
Really enjoyed the continuation of the Nugget family.