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Re-read a sexy contemporary romance from New York Times bestselling author Lori Foster
Judd Sanders couldn’t believe it when the beautiful, wide-eyed woman he’d rescued from some drunk hoodlums started poking her gorgeous little nose into his business. She was obviously a menace to herself—not to mention to his libido. Worse, she’d blow his cover. For little did Emily Cooper know that Judd was really a cop—whose feelings for Emily left him a little too uncovered for his liking.
Originally published in 1997.
Praise for New York Times bestselling author
LORI
FOSTER
“Count on Lori Foster for edgy, sexy romance.”
—New York Times bestselling author Jayne Ann Krentz on No Limits
“Emotionally spellbinding and wicked hot.”
—New York Times bestselling author Lora Leigh on No Limits
“Storytelling at its best! Lori Foster should be on everyone’s auto-buy list.”
—#1 New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon on No Limits
“Foster’s writing satisfies all appetites with plenty of searing sexual tension and page-turning action in this steamy, edgy, and surprisingly tender novel.”
—Publishers Weekly on Getting Rowdy
“Foster hits every note (or power chord) of the true alpha male hero.”
—Publishers Weekly on Bare It All
“A sexy, believable roller coaster of action and romance.”
—Kirkus Reviews on Run the Risk
“Foster rounds out her searing trilogy with a story that tilts toward the sizzling and sexy side of the genre.”
—RT Book Reviews on Savor the Danger
“Steamy, edgy, and taut.”
—Library Journal on When You Dare
Outrageous
Lori Foster
I very much hope you enjoy this 2-in-1 reissue that includes the first two stories that started my writing career, Impetuous and Outrageous. As you read them, please keep in mind that these originally came out in 1995 and 1997. I hope you find that they withstand the test of time!
Although I now write many connected stories, both of these stories stand alone.
You can see all my books with their new and original covers, and a brief description, on my website at www.lorifoster.com/bookshelf.
All my best,
CONTENTS
SHE HAD THE biggest brown eyes Judd had ever seen.
She also looked innocent as hell, despite the ridiculous clothes she wore and the huge, frayed canvas tote bag she carried. Did she actually think she blended in, just because her coat was tattered and her hat was a little ratty? Did she think anyone would ever believe her to be homeless? Not likely.
So what was she doing here at this time of night? The lower east side of Springfield was no place for a lady like her. She strolled past him again, this time more slowly, and her eyes were so wide it looked as if they could take in her surroundings in a single glance. They took in Judd.
He felt a thrill of awareness, sharper than anything he’d ever felt before. She looked away, but not before he detected the faint pink blush that washed over her fine features. That blush had been obvious even in the dim evening light, with only the moon and corner street lamp for illumination. She had flawless skin.
Dammit. He had enough to worry about without some damn Miss Priss with manicured nails and salon-styled hair trying to fob herself off as a local. Judd had only stepped outside the bar to get a breath of fresh air. The smell of perfume inside was overwhelming, and enough to turn his stomach.
He could hear the music in the bar grow louder and knew the dancers were coming onstage. In less than ten minutes, he’d have to go back in there, baring himself in the line of duty.
Damn. He hated this cover. What decent, hardworking cop should have to peel off his clothes for a bunch of sex-starved, groping women? For nearly two weeks now he’d been entertaining the female masses with the sight of his body, hoping to uncover enough evidence to make a bust. He was now, at thirty-two, in his prime, more fit than ever and completely alone. Not only did he meet the necessary requirements to pull off such a ludicrous cover, he had a vested, very personal interest this time. He knew for a fact the room above the bar was the site for shady business meetings, yet he hadn’t seen hide nor hair of a gun deal. Clayton Donner was lying low.
It was discouraging,