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Zeph Undercover -- Jenny Andersen

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Zeph Undercover

Zeph Granger, high-powered private detective from LA, wants a partnership in the agency and everything that goes with it--the corner office, the money, the starlets. It'll be his if he can find out who's scamming big investors all over the state. His prime suspect is ex-girlfriend Allie Wentworth's father.

Easy going, small-town veterinarian Allie wants Zeph to stay ex so she can enjoy her country life style. But now he's in her home town, needing her help. When he wants to pretend he's courting her so he can work undercover, she agrees. She'll stick to him like ticks on a dog to defend her father.

Pretended courtship turns into real heat. White collar criminals turn into murderers. What happens next neither Zeph nor Allie expected: secrets; drug deals; betrayals; bullets; kidnapping; and above all, desire.

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“Stay over there by the door and let me know if you hear your father coming.”

Allie looked mutinous but went to stand by the open door. "Do you really expect something incriminating in those files? A guilty person would hide the files, so if you don't find anything, you still won't be convinced. Maybe we should leave now and—"

"Not yet. He might think a locked file is hidden enough." Not if he was smart, but people made amazing mistakes. Zeph skimmed, aware of time galloping away like a damned horse and finding nothing worth a second look until he hit a folder labeled Discrepancies. The tingle that said he'd found something good made his fingers itch. Something in his expression must have given him away because Allie came to stand beside him and look over his shoulder as he pulled it out of the drawer and opened it.

Empty.

“Damn,” he muttered. “Well, I didn’t really expect…”

“The list you found earlier?” Allie asked. “It must belong in there.”

Zeph picked the tax folders out of the drawer and took them to the desk. “Yeah, it—” he started to say.

“Well, isn’t this interesting.” Wentworth stood in the doorway, his voice hard with icy anger. “Perhaps you would care to explain yourselves?”

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