Book three in the Almost Bad Boys series, ALMOST TOO FAR was released today – one day earlier! It is live on Amazon. Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and iTunes will be publishing very soon. Almost Too Far concludes the series, although three spin-offs are planned to be released in 2014 and 2015.
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Almost Too Far (Almost Bad Boys #3)
A martini glass of sizzling romance, a jigger of suspense and crime, perfectly shaken with a twist of wacky humor.
Where would you draw the line between love and trust?
When Colin’s feisty great grandma Helga mysteriously disappears, Natalie and the gun-toting Svetlana rush to the rescue. With the help of Russian mafia goons and Natalie’s girlfriends, they get more than they bargained for. Natalie invites trouble into her life all over again. She could find herself questioned by the police, or worse, her relationship with Colin could become rickety once more.
And so the race begins: with grandma Helga on the loose, Colin turns to the police for help, and Natalie is a stiletto heel tip outside of the law. But being in the wrong has never felt so vindicated.
**Warning: due to sexual situations, nasty language, and a high dose of sarcasm this book may not be appropriate for readers under 18 years old.
Not intended for prudes who get easily affronted**
I turn to look at Colin, but he’s already the center of attention. A small crowd of elderly ladies gathers around him, chatting and laughing. He is a heartthrob—no matter the age or marital status, they are all drawn to him.
Three women are sitting at a round table in the kitchen, playing cards, possibly poker since there is money on the table as well. They seem to be close in age to Helga. As we approach, they all look up and smile.
“This is Natalie, my Colin’s special lady,” Helga announces with a grin on her face.
One by one, she introduces her friends. Each of them seems so fragile, I’m afraid I’m going to crush their gaunt, wrinkled hands when we shake. Well, except for Stella—despite her ripe age, she looks tough. A whisky bottle stands in the middle of the table, and in front of each woman is a glass half-filled with the amber-colored drink.
Agatha is tall and skeletal, with sunken cheeks and eyes that twinkle with mischief. Her hair, dyed in a shade of bright chestnut, is piled up on top of her head in a tight bun with a huge white flower on the side.
Melba seems not much taller than Helga but definitely rounder. Her cheeks are rosy, and her button-shaped nose is upturned, giving her an appearance of someone who’s always joyful.
Stella wears black leather pants, cowboy boots, and a black long-sleeve t-shirt. KISS MY BONY ASS is spelled in big, red letters across the front of her top. I AIN’T OWE YOU NOTHIN’ adorns the back of it. I grin at such bold proclamation of indifference. Stella and I would get along just fine.
There is a solid-looking walker next to Melba with a cup holder on the handle bar.
“Do you play?” Agatha asks sweetly, motioning to the money on the table.
“Not really.” I shrug.
“She’s not playing with you, Agatha. You cheat,” Helga says. “But sit down, honey. I’ll get you a glass.” She picks up a drink glass from a stack on the side table in the corner, scoops some ice from the ice bucket, and pours whiskey for me.
“I never cheat,” Agatha huffs indignantly.
“Sure,” Stella taunts, “you don’t cheat when you forget to. What’s that up your sleeve, woman? Fess up. I ain’t put any more money on the table.”
“What sleeve?” Agatha tugs on the sleeve of her sweater.
“Yeah, that one,” Melba squeaks. Her voice is high-pitched and tiny. She wraps her pudgy fingers around Agatha’s arm and pulls out a card. “Aha!” she announces triumphantly, waving the card in the air. It’s the ace of hearts.
Agatha shrugs sheepishly.
Helga shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “Agatha, you old fool. We know you cheat every single time you play. Why do you even bother? You always get caught anyway.”
“It’s part of the fun to get you all worked up.” Agatha laughs.
“I’m done here.” Stella stuffs her money into her pocket and turns to me, glass in hand. Her light-blue eyes are keen and impish. “So. I’ve been told you have a dating company.”
I smile. “It’s called Strong Connections. I co-own it with my friend Ali.” I tell her more about how we run the company and what clients we have.
“Maybe you could find a nice guy for me?” Stella asks.
Helga snickers. “Stella, stick to the Senior Center members. The guys in Strong Connections are half your age.”
“So? I could teach them some good tricks.” Stella wiggles her eyebrows.
“She thinks she’s still a babe,” Melba comments, taking a large sip of her whisky and making a face. “This thing is hellishly strong.”
“I’m younger than you, old prune.” Stella laughs.
Agatha snorts. “Seventy-five. That doesn’t make you a maiden.”
“But it gives me a few more years before I dry up like you have. No KY for me.”
“Baby oil is better and healthier than KY. All these chemicals in KY… who knows what they do to you,” Melba remarks.
My eyes grow large at that exchange, and I giggle. These old ladies must have a permanent spot on Santa’s Naughty List.
**Books in the Almost Bad Boys series are not stand-alone and need to be read in order**
The reading order:
Almost Broken Up
Almost Too Far