Jess Lucas works hard at the all-female PI firm Brash & Brazen, and after a brush with death, she's determined to play hard too-preferably with a certain detective on the Ann Arbor police force...
Jess was stuck at a frenemy's wedding, playing bridesmaid in a mustard-yellow monstrosity, when chaos erupted. First the bride's ex tried to stop the wedding. Then someone really put a damper on the big day by sending a bullet through a stained glass window and into one of the groomsmen. At least her ugly dress came in handy to stop the bleeding . . .
While the poor guy is rushed to the ER, Jess gets grilled by a gorgeous cop who's not thrilled to learn she's part PI and part pit bull. But he has to admit she's highly observant . . . and he observes that she's pretty hot, too.
The thing is, Jess was walking up the same aisle as the victim, and Sam suspects she was the real target. It's more than professional duty that makes him want to protect her-if he doesn't arrest her first for interfering in his investigation . . .
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The Sweetheart Kiss
By Cheryl Ann Smith
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.Copyright © 2017 Cheryl Ann Smith
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There was one thing guaranteed to get Jess Lucas through a wedding that she didn't want to be in, with a bride she intensely disliked, and a headache that had spiked through her skull the moment she slipped the hideous bridesmaid dress over her head: Alcohol.
The crystal clear liquid called to her with a sweet siren song from within the bottom of her oversized tote bag.
There had been speculation among her friends that Amelia Earhart — and aircraft — could be found in the tote along with Bigfoot and extinct dodo birds, if the right team of explorers took on the search. Laying that rumor to rest would have to wait until she finished soaking her throbbing brain with fermented potatoes and ethanol.
Jess was certain a quick dash into the changing room wouldn't be noticed as the groom hadn't yet taken his position at the altar. Maybe the clueless sap had wised up and was now making a run for the Ohio border.
No luck. She caught a glimpse of him talking to the minister and smiling. She didn't know him well, but felt sorry for the guy. He was so dumbstruck by love that he couldn't see past the big teeth and enhanced breasts to the character within his future wife.
But that wasn't Jess's problem. The ceremony was not to start for three minutes and she was quick, despite a slight buzz from previous liquor shots. Without any impediments to block her path, she could get to the bride's room, down the 1.5 ounces of vodka left from a raid on the minibar during a trip to Vegas last summer, and be back in line before anyone noticed her missing. She just had to shake off groomsman number three.
She'd brought a variety six pack of those little booze bottles, knowing that in order to survive the wedding of Mandy Mae Smith — soon to be Jones — she'd need liquid courage.
Not much of a drinker, she'd managed to chug three bottles already, but her duties had kept her from the fourth.
The white crinoline along the bodice of the wide fifties-prom-dress-inspired bridesmaid dress was already rubbing off the top layer of skin on her left arm pit. By the time the evening came to a thank-God-it's-over close, she intended to be ripping drunk and naked with a groomsman in a vestibule closet somewhere. After all, wasn't a single woman entitled to be cliché at least once in her life?
"Er, what?" Jess looked way up at tall groomsman number three, Dodger Drake. Yes, that was his name. His fake tanned orange face grinned down from a foot above her, his teeth so white that she became convinced he ate, slept, and probably had sex while wearing teeth whitening trays.
"It's time to line up," Dodger said and his gaze dipped unapologetically to her modest cleavage pushed up under her chin by the bone-corset bodice of the dress.
Gawd, she hoped that Dodger was a nickname and not some sick joke his parents had heaped on their innocent baby to toughen him up on the playground.
By the way he was measuring her cup size, he was clearly angling to be her next sexual misadventure. Heck, her first sexual misadventure. She was too smart to jump into anything without weighing the pros and cons beforehand.
For the last several very long weeks, she'd been weighted down by gloom over a very serious health scare. After getting good news, she'd taken a look at her life and wasn't happy with what she saw reflected back at her.
Outside of work, she'd been kind of going along without much purpose. Her social life was boring and she hadn't had an adventure since she and her friends had been kicked off a bus and almost eaten by buzzards.
She was healthy now. It was time to start living.
Perhaps she should do something reckless.
She'd have to make a plan.
"Oh, okay," she said and let him lead her into the line. Damn. The bottle would have to wait, she thought, as she tugged at the torturous gown. Really, who would choose mustard yellow corseted dresses with lime and red sashes for a wedding anyway?
Mandy, that's who.
Dear lord, why had she agreed to this epic mess? Jess hated Mandy. Oh, they'd been friends once. Then Mandy had blossomed after getting her severe overbite corrected, become promiscuous during the last two years of high school, and slept with Jess's boyfriend of two years, Darren.
A long-winded, weepy apology had tamped down Jess's desire to kill her, and they'd left high school as frenemies. After all, by the time Jess found out about the cheating, Darren had already done it with half of the girls in their town over the age of sixteen. So what was one more, Mandy had said.
As if that made Jess feel any better.
Besides, the ex-boyfriend with the best friend relationship didn't last much longer than the time it took for Darren to untangle Mandy's lacy thong from his braces the night the cops found them parked behind the elementary school. His head had popped up and he was grinning like he'd won the lottery, with red lace snagged on silver metal.
He'd been an overeager virgin, saddled with a girlfriend who wasn't ready to go past second base, and full of raging hormones. After Mandy, his new reputation as a stud had gained him a following of would-be-hoes who were ready to see if braces were indeed better than a vibrator on certain areas of the female anatomy.
And dear Mandy had spent their senior year in high school orally copulating her way through 25 percent of the males of the senior class.
Senior photos that year were particularly chipper. The young men had a lot to smile about.
This kind of behavior would lead psychologists to suspect childhood trauma or some sort of mental malady. But no, Mandy just liked sex. And she would have made a dent in the other 75 percent if not for that dreaded event called graduation.
So when the call from way out of left field came three weeks ago begging Jess to be part of Mandy's big day, she had been unable to come up with an excuse quick enough to get out of it. So, here she was ... bridesmaid number three.
But what ticked her off most was that Mandy was so happy with Chad Jones that it sickened everyone around her. If karma had blessed Mandy with a taste of her own medicine, Chad would be currently doing it with the maid of honor behind the pulpit instead of high-fiving his best man and heading to the front of the church with a bounce in his step.
Not that she was bitter or anything, Jess reminded herself. High school was nine years ago. They'd all moved on.
Mandy had trotted off to college, become a lawyer, and was now marrying the man of her dreams. This ending was completely unfair to the good girls of the world.
Jess glanced up the aisle to the groom and wondered if he knew his soon-to-be-wife had questionable morals. Of course he did. He was grinning like a dope who had won a life-long ride on the easy train — easy being the key word.
Sloughing off envy, she promised to be happy for Mandy if it killed her. They had been close once.
The odds of the marriage making it past the five-year anniversary were nil. The last she'd seen of Mandy before she'd fled the bachelorette party two nights ago was the future bride heading into a bathroom stall with a well-endowed stripper named Chaz, and he probably wasn't helping her look for a lost contact lens between her breasts.
"Do you think the marriage will succeed?" Dodger whispered, and for a second, Jess felt her cheeks warm. Was her skepticism that obvious?
"Of course it will," she replied without much enthusiasm. It wasn't nice to say negative things about a bride on her wedding day. "Why would you think otherwise?"
Dodger looked around and bent down. Some of his spray tan had rubbed off on his starched white tuxedo shirt. He smelled of beer and cigarettes.
"I slept with her two months ago," he said out of the corner of his mouth. "This morning before we left the hotel, I saw her leaving Mr. Jones's room, carrying her shoes."
Jess's mouth dropped open. "Mr. Jones? As in the father of the groom, Mr. Jones?" She glanced to the front of the church. The older but still handsome Mr. Jones was speaking to his half-his-age date, Chandi, and the girl was giggling.
What was it about weddings that sexually charged up some people?
Dodger grinned. "The same."
Brushing aside that Dodger had also slept with Mandy, Jess frowned. "Wait. I thought he was sharing a room with Chandi?"
Dodger tipped his head left and lifted his brows. "He is."
It didn't take her PI skills to figure that one out. Apparently, Mandy had upped her game.
For some reason, Jess found this funny. She squelched a laugh behind her hand. Suddenly, she didn't need the last bottle of booze. This was going to be fun.
"Should we raise our hands when asked if anyone objects to the wedding? It sounds like intimate knowledge of the bride would qualify you as an expert, and she slept with my high school boyfriend. We both have good reasons to object."
The guy chuckled. "Ouch. Chad slept with my college girlfriend. I say we let this play out."
"They deserve each other," she said and he nodded.
With a new appreciation of groomsman number three, she hooked her arm with his and smiled. "Agreed."
The music started and off they went.
In front of Dodger, groomsman number two was shellacked and polished down to his gleaming fingernails. He hooked arms with the giggling Shelby, who looked up at him in a way that suggested she wasn't wearing panties.
"I've been to three weddings this summer and I have to say, you're the hottest bridesmaid so far," Dodger said.
"Thanks." Jess wasn't sure if that was some sort of awkward come-on, or whether she wanted to take it as such. The man looked like an over-sized Oompa Loompa. But after surviving a recent cancer scare and deciding life needed to be lived to the fullest, she hadn't yet ruled him out for the coat closet.
Sex was a distant memory. None of her recent dates had made her want to shave her legs or put on sexy panties. Maybe it was time for a no-commitments romp for fun.
Besides, he had a good sense of humor with an evil streak. She admired that in a co-conspirator.
"Save me a dance later," she said and shot him a flirty look. At least she hoped it was flirty.
"Yes, ma'am. How can I refuse?" His response definitely held a sexual overtone. The way he returned his attention to her scooped neckline left no doubt that he had a coat closet all picked out for them. She just had to say yes.
Could orange be her new ... something?
"Off we go," said the elderly usher/uncle of the groom, shooing them out the open double doors.
The likelihood of her actually sneaking off to the coat closet with Dodger was slim, but he made her laugh and she did enjoy his company.
Except for Summer's wedding last weekend, it had been weeks since she let herself have some fun. Now that she'd been given the all clear by the doc, the cloud of doom above her head was gone.
Dodger couldn't be the only single man at the wedding. Maybe she could find someone with more substance? Someone long-term? The possibilities were endless and she was seeing life through new eyes. It was time to get back to living.
The music swelled with the beginning notes of the wedding song as Jess stepped over rose petals and Dodger grinned back at the bride. Mandy kept her eyes averted from his.
It turned out that neither Jess nor Dodger — who was enjoying himself immensely — had to protest the marriage. They were steps away from the altar when a shout sounded from the back of the room and brought the processional to a halt.
"Mandy, wait! Don't do this!"
Jess knew that voice. She flashed back nine years. It was the cold flush of the unfairness of life taking one last stab through her fourth and fifth vertebrae to kick her back to reality.
Darren, aka cheating scumbag high school boyfriend, had arrived to steal the bride. Figured.
The flower girl stopped and everyone swiveled in their chairs. Jess was halfway turned around, both disbelieving and shocked that he was still tangled up with Mandy after all these years, when a loud snap echoed through the old church, followed by a scream, and groomsman number two landed at her feet.CHAPTER 2
Damn! Jess tossed her bouquet aside and instinctively dropped to her knees in a crinoline pouf. It didn't take a trained medical professional to see that he was hurt, but she did know basic first aid. The confused panic around them didn't help.
"Can you hear me?" she said and leaned over his prone form. He was still breathing. "Tom?"
"What the hell just happened?" said a voice nearby.
Tom something-or-other, groomsman number two, was gasping and clutching his chest over the top of his black tux. Blood smeared his hand and shirt as his face went white.
He gasped out, "I think I've been shot."
Shot? Suddenly the snap made sense. She should have recognized the sound. Where had it come from?
"Oh, no!" Shelby called out and turned to the guests. "Is anyone here a doctor? We need a doctor!"
No one stood. Then again, half of the guests had run for cover after the shot and were hiding in the pews.
"A wedding with no doctor?" Jess said when Shelby lowered herself on the other side of Tom. They looked like twin Scarlet O'Haras at the Wilkeses' last pre-war BBQ. "What are the odds?"
"This is Ann Arbor," Shelby said. "You usually can't throw a stone without hitting six of them in the face."
Realizing she could be his only chance at not bleeding out, Jess leaned to ease Tom's hand away. "I have to see the wound." At least that was what TV doctors did. She'd seen a few TV bullet holes and confirmed he had been shot.
Who needed a medical degree when they could teach you everything you needed on Grey's Anatomy?
"I've been shot," Tom said, again. He coughed in a wheezing death rattle. "If I die, tell the cops my ex-wife did it."
"You're not going to die," Jess said. At least she hoped not. She didn't want her last words to him to be a bald-faced lie. "Nope, no dying."
Blood pulsed out. She felt lightheaded.
"Tom, hold my hand tight," Shelby said, and glanced at Jess for reassurance.
There was nothing to do but forge on with confidence. The ambulance couldn't be far off. Besides, it wasn't as if he had a gaping chest wound or had any organs falling out. She could patch a small hole.
"I've got this," Jess said. Shelby seemed placated. At least one of them was.
Jess clawed through her mind for her first aid training. "I have to stop the bleeding." She paused to unhook a stocking from her garter, shucked out of it, and rolled the piece of silk into a ball. She jammed it carefully into the hole and held it in place with her index finger.
"Your ex-wife wants you dead?" Jess asked so he wouldn't go into shock. Then she looked down at her bloody hands. If one of them was entitled to pass out, it was her.
He winced. "She left me and married my brother. They're raising my kids. Add Tad as an accomplice. Make sure they fry in the electric chair."
Jess frowned. "This isn't a death penalty state."
His face fell and he groaned. "Would it be asking too much for you to drag me over the border into Illinois?"
For a guy who was near death, he was surprisingly chatty.
"Sorry. You're not going to die and I'm not taking you to Illinois." Jess pressed down with her palm, as blood soaked through the makeshift plug. She'd probably kill him with the unsanitized hose. She'd been sweating in them for hours. "But I will tell the police your suspicions."
Within minutes, the police sirens sounded in the distance. Jess had torn a strip from her ugly dress and added it to the plug, while Shelby placed Tom's head in her lap and quietly and calmly told him everything would be okay.
Shame filled Jess as she lifted her gaze. So much for snap first impressions. There was more depth to the young woman than she'd thought.
"The ambulance is almost here," Dodger said and shoved his phone in his pocket. "You okay, buddy?"
Voices buzzed around them as the guests slowly came out of hiding. Mr. Jones and several others held back gawkers.
"I've been better," Tom gasped. "I thought I'd end up in bed with Shelby tonight, not in a hospital."
Shelby smiled and put a hand on the side of his face. "You wish. You're cute, but I'm not that kind of girl."
Again, another first impression shattered. Jess was starting to like her. They made a pretty good team.
Within minutes, the police and EMTs were there. For the next three hours, the officers and detectives talked to everyone in the church, all two hundred of them, and got zip for information. There had been two doctors cowering in the vestibule; a podiatrist and a proctologist. Neither had wanted to risk death for a chance to play hero.
While the case slogged forward, Jess hovered nearby, listening for clues.
Everyone had heard the shot and saw Tom go down, but no one knew anything about motive or who the shooter was.
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The Sweetheart Kiss is the 3rd book in the Brash & Brazen series (but can be read in any order or as a stand alone) This story focuses on former cheerleader Jess & the cop who is investigating a shooting at a wedding where Jess is a bridesmaid. The description of the bridesmaid's dress alone is worth reading book. There is also a massive dog & a hot naked protestor/protector.... just a fun, fun read The author does such a great job creating unique & interesting characters. And the mystery part of the story is fascinating. I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
Received an ARC for my fair review for netgalley. This is the third book in this series, I was not aware of that when I started reading, it can be read as stand alone, however I feel I should read others to familiarize myself better with characters. It was entertaining, at times far fetched, but it did contain a little of everything, romance, comedy, and drama. We have Jess who is the heroin and she was not a weak woman. Then we have a hot and sexy Sam. Jess is in a wedding from hell, in a horrible dress, when hell breaks lose, and in comes Sam, and story begins, I wont tell you, so you can read, but it will keep your interest. And, I do think there is another one coming, but who?
Fun and fascinating story from a new author to me! I don't usually go for the over-the-top type humor, but the author made it work here. It fit well with the characters, with the events, the crimes, even the culprits. The story is solid entertainment that held the enchantment all through the tale. Jess and Sam seemed like total opposite at the first glance. Jess is brazen, loud, and determined to get her way. She is good at what she does, she knows what she wants, and she is not timid to go after it. Sam is by the book detective. He likes order, peace, and quiet after demanding days at his job. He is not interested in a relationship, he does not want a partner, he does not want a roommate. But we don't always get what we want, we get so much more and better. Because the connection, the attraction, the passion stewing between Jess and Sam is hot, exceptional, and tangible. After awhile, they seemed to get each other, they center and calm the other, they fit well together, and they have fun with each other. The odd attacks and harassment towards Jess are escalating and without any clues to take their case forward, all they can do it try to stay safe. Who is behind the attacks and malice comes as surprise, Jess and Sam really have to put an effort in to find the culprits. I enjoyed the story immensely, the humor, the love, the adoration all were well bound together with the charming characters. The whole cast and crew are a lively bunch, amusing and enjoyable. I would recommend this book, and I am sure the whole series as well, to people who love Liliana Hart's early Addison Holmes Mysteries. ~Four Spoons
Jess was in a wedding she didn’t want to be in with a bride she didn’t like at all and had a headache the minute she put the very ugly bridesmaid dress over her head. Jess wanted alcohol and she had some at the bottom of her tote she had three minutes she just had to get rid of the groomsman # three. Jess knew she needed alcohol to get through Mandy’s wedding. Jess had ajust been through health scare but it had ended in good news. Outside of work Jess had kinda going along without a purpose. Her social life was boring and she hadn’t had an adventure in avery long time. After the scare Jess decided it was time to start living Jess hated Mandy at one time they had been friends but then Mandy had slept with Jess’s HS boyfriend- Darren-of two years. Then while walking down the aisle the groomsman ahead of Jess had been shot. Jess tried to stop the bleeding until the paramedics arrived. Then Detective Sam Wheeler took her to the bride’s suite to be questioned. Sam allowed Jess to change but saw her change because of a mirror. Sam couldn’t help but look and was now aroused as he felt Jess was hot. Jess worked for Brash & Brazen who were the pit bull of the P I trade. One of their P I’s had solved a case Sam was heading at the time. Then they discovered that if the flower girl hadn’t dropped her basket and stopped Jess would have been the one shot. When Jess stopped at the office Sam was already there and had talked to Jess’s boss but her boss wouldn’t make Jess stay away from the case then Jess found a knife in her tire and Sam pulled it out and kept it for evidence in the case and though Sam hated to agree with Jess keeping her close would help close the case since Jess was the person the shooter was after. Then Jess’s apartment was set on fire luckily Jess woke up as the fire detector had not worked. But then they found the batteries had been taken out. She ended up staying with Sam at his house. Then Jess got a dog from the pound who weighed about one hundred and fifty pounds but wasn’t a guard dog but she hoped the dog would scare off the sniper. Then her boss Irving was shot by the sniper. Jess was very angry and even though Irving was alive and had only been shot in his leg Jess loved him like a father /grandfather and someone would pay. Sam is attracted to Jess and even if Jess doesn’t like Sam she does think he is hot. This was a very good story and I really enjoyed reading this. It did drag a little but still kept reading as it definitely kept my attention all though the story. This was a little predictable but still a good story. I loved that this story had a mystery as well as romance. I also liked the plot a lot. I loved the characters and the ins and outs of this story and I recommend.