It Should Be Fun

Carl Tanner's in for a bumpy ride! For starters, he's not at the top of his game. The nasty women of Sonora did an almost perfect job of killing him, and he's got the dings to show for it. When his new boss at Palmyra group asks a little favor - "It should be fun." - Tanner figures a double-paid week as bouncer at Crave, a ladies' strip club, ought to get him mind off the aches and pains he acquired in Mexico. Twenty years in the Navy, giving and following orders, hasn't prepared Tanner for the club' or its clients. Management doesn't want him there. His supervisor is inebriated, his sidekick a moron. He's stuck in the back hall under the speakers. He thinks it couldn't get worse until he begins to interact with the clients. They don't listen, they sure don't follow orders no matter how nicely phrased. Too many of them want to personally measure him for a G-string. And then there's January Jones. The petite thirty-something blonde claims she has a migraine but Tanner knows migraines and the lady doesn't have the right symptoms. Turns out she hates strip clubs. Why is she here? The odd intimacy that springs up between them makes Tanner uneasy. He knows he's a klutz around women, his technique always been rated a D-minus. So why is Jan Jones hanging around? As Tanner investigates, a series of provocative events make him question the reasons why he's been sent undercover. Something isn't adding up. As he discovers the horrific truth, he's swept into a race against time where others hold all the cards and nothing he learns makes sense until it's almost too late. When the last pieces of the puzzle become clear, it's also clear that January Jones may hold the last, deadly, clue. Shayla McBride lives on Gulfcoast Florida. At one point, after several years in the Peace Corps, she planned to live in Paris. France. But her kids live in Florida so here she is, living a sweet tropical life and not luxuriating in la Belle France. But, oh, for a decent bit of bread!Shayla's keen on gardenng (or at least keeping the greenery at bay), third-world travel, Asian street food, anything to do with kitchens (from total renovation to totally new recipes). She's a sucker for things literary, felines of all sorts, almost any red wine, darkest chocolate, and writing.New writers hold a special place in her heart; she was one for way too long. Now she seeks to help those on that path. After Writing Your First Fiction, it's back to suspense fiction, destroing whole cities and taking people out. Carl Tanner, retired U.S.Navy helicopter pilot: lucky in a firefight, not so lucky in love. Once back in civilian life, the things he counted on for two decades have vanished. For example: order, chain of command, obedience to his orders. If regulations say wear a mask, you wear a mask, and not under your chin, either. Civvy Street? Chaos reigns; civilians have no discipline, whine constantly. SONORA HEAT: Tanner's first assignment, for a flakier-than-usual boss, send him into Mexico's drug-riddled Sonora State where he navigates a bizarre family feud and thanks to their machinations, must run for his life in the lethal Sonora Desert. IT SHOULD BE FUN: riding herd on a hundred cheering women at a strip club tries Tanner's limits, but one patron, a petite blonde named January Jones, in particular pushes him in an unexpected direction,,,with near-lethal results. NOT MUCH CHOICE.sends Tanner on Jan's trail straight into her surprising, never-revealed past. and into a present danger that challenges the most powerful, ruthless men in town.