Tag, You're It!

Play to win-or get out of the game...

FBI Agent Tag Donovan isn't your typical hero – oh, he has a bit of a tortured past, and despite his sarcastic wit and laid-back attitude he's making no secret of the fact that his number one priority is finding the man who killed his partner and left Tag fighting for his life. And he'll do whatever it takes to get justice, including using a completely innocent woman.

Alexandra Scott was just minding her own business, studying mountain lions in the Colorado Rockies and keeping her distance from the rest of humanity. It's not that she has anything against other people, she just likes being alone more. What she doesn't like is having an FBI agent tossed out of a low-flying plane and into her life. She’s really not thrilled that he's trying to charm – or trick - her into looking for an infamous buried treasure left over from Colorado's gold rush days. In fact, she’s not too fond of Tag at all – and he’s equally wary of her, because, after all, he wasn’t dropped on her by accident...

ISBN: 0425216454
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Reviews:

"Razor-sharp repartee and sexy humor add fun to this high-stakes game of hide-and-seek. Entertaining characters like Alex and Tag, as well as the rest of the motley group of combatants, enliven this tale. McCall is quickly making a mark on the romantic suspense landscape."
-Romantic Times

Excerpt:

Baby, it's cold outside... "Cinderella?" he croaked.

"Alex," she corrected. Her voice was smoky, like he remembered.

"Any chance you'll untie me, Alex?" His throat might be dry, but the rest of him wouldn't be if he didn't get some relief.

"Nope."

"Then you'd better get me a bottle. An empty bottle."

She quirked an eyebrow and tried not to smile. "And I don't even know your name."

"Tag."

"As in, 'you're it'?"

"Yeah, like I never heard that one before."

She stood up. She had the body to go along with the sexy voice; it was the first thing he noticed, and he wasn't happy about it. Not about her body, but the fact that he'd been sidetracked by it. So what if he caught the hint of some intriguing curves under her baggy sweatshirt and jeans? He needed to concentrate on the important things. Like what kind of woman she was. Her clothing was well worn, for instance. So were her hiking boots, and the rest of her was no muss, no fuss, from her cropped blond-streaked hair to her short fingernails. She was either practical or broke. Clearly a private woman. Tag could respect that, but it would be damn hard to read her, and if he couldn't read her, he would be in big trouble...