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  TANYA

  Book 1: The Trouble Sisters Saga

  By

  Taylor Lee

  TANYA

  Book 1: The Trouble Sisters Saga

  Trouble with a Capital T

  By

  Taylor Lee

  She’s a brash deputy.

  He’s an undercover agent.

  When sparks start to fly, a murderer might be the death of them.

  WARNING: Romance so HOT it singes the pages. HOT, tough, explicit. Not for the faint at heart. Definitely bring a fan!

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  Chapter 1

  Who’s Captain America?”

  Tanya Trouble looked up from her double-decker, four-inch-high cheeseburger and glanced in the direction of her sister’s gaze. Swallowing a mouthful of the greasy, charred meat, she upped the ante. “Don’t you mean Thor? Damn, if I’ve ever seen a Chris Hemsworth double, it’s that hot piece of ass.” Taking in the newcomer’s rowdy companions, she dismissively qualified, “But seeing the scurvy company he keeps, looks like Sledge Perkins managed to suck in another ne’er-do-well to protect his land.” With a sneer, she added, “No doubt he’s a race-baiting supremacist like the rest of them.”

  Tatiana frowned at her. “You’re getting more cynical by the day, Tanya.”

  Their older sister, Tara, concurred. “Tatiana is right, Tanya. You’ve been around the bad guys so long that you can’t even enjoy a prime piece of beefcake like that.”

  Tanya snorted. “Hey, without even seeing it, I said he has a hot ass.” She reached for one of the cheese-covered french fries sharing the plate with her mammoth burger. Swathing the deep-fried delicacy in ketchup, she shrugged as she chomped on it. “Besides, all chick magnets are the same. They know what to do to attract attention.”

  “Which is?” Tara persisted.

  Tanya nodded at the subject of their attention three tables over and conceded with a wink, “All they have to do is look like that.”

  As she craned her neck to get a better look at the object of their attentions, a man’s voice broke into their conversation.

  “Do you mind if I join you ladies?”

  Tanya turned to see Bram Courtland approaching. As the slim man reached for the chair beside her, Tanya didn’t have to wonder what caused the frown tightening his stern face.

  Brushing his lips across her cheek as he sat down, Bram focused on her heaping plate, then glanced meaningfully at her sisters’ salads. Not able to keep the annoyance out of his voice, he said with ersatz humor, “What am I going to do with you, Tanya?”

  Knowing what was coming, Tanya decided to cut him off. She smiled at him and said disingenuously, “What makes you think you need to do anything with or for me, Bram? As you can see, I am in hog heaven. But then, how could I be anything else, in that I’m digging into my all-time favorite meal.”

  Bram’s attempt to smile got trapped in his sneer. Obviously forcing himself to be civil, Bram turned to her sisters and put up his hands in supplication. “Please, Tara, Tatiana, help me. Tell your little sister that not only does her unhealthy entrée clock in at well over a thousand calories but it also contains artery-hardening red meat and fat-laden cheese.” With a grimace, he added, “And that doesn’t even include those french fries.” Before either of her sisters could respond, Bram glared at her. “Really, Tanya, who but you would put cheese on french fries?”

  Tanya shrugged. “Hey, don’t knock ’em before you try ’em. You might find out you like them.” She added, “You know, Bram, once in a blue moon, you might consider doing something different, if for no other reason than to add a little excitement to your life.”

  Apparently seeing her disdain, Bram made an obvious attempt to soften his criticism. “I don’t need food to do that, Tanya. You bring all the excitement I need into my life.” Unable to let go of his pique, he added, “It’s just that I care about you. You have to know that food is bad for you in so many ways, not the least making it impossible for you to lose that weight you’ve been trying—”

  Before he could finish his sentence, Tanya rose to her feet, shoving back her chair with a loud scrape. Turning to her sisters, both of whom were fighting to contain their grins, she said, “Don’t know about you two, but my dinner is crying out for a beer chaser.” She added, “Although you probably prefer wine with your salads. How about it, Tara? Tatiana? White, red, or maybe one of Dante’s ‘porn star’ martinis? Come to think of it, that’s what I’d prefer. I’ve already had a beer.”

  Ignoring Bram’s obvious displeasure, Tanya began to make her way through the crowded tavern to the bar. Not bothering to look back, she knew Bram was furious, although he’d be doing his best to appear merely understandingly aggrieved. She thought to herself for the hundredth time what a stupid name “Bram” was. Granted, it was better than Bramford, his full name. God, Bramford Preston Courtland. Jesus, how pretentious could it get? Granted, it was his parent’s fault, not his, but he could have chosen a less pompous nickname. Maybe called himself “Ford,” which was marginally better than Bram. Unfortunately, she knew the only thing Bram liked better than his name was his title. And yeah, Dr. Bramford Courtland had a nice ring to it.

  Or at least she’d thought so when she’d agreed to marry him. At the moment, that agreement seemed long ago and, not for the first time, questionable. Rubbing her bare ring finger, she was surprised that Bram hadn’t focused on that omission. Apparently, her eating habits concerned him more than her sartorial ones. She guessed she should be thankful. The flamboyant ring had surprised her the first time she saw it. But knowing how expensive it was, it seemed tacky to question Bram’s showy choice. And she had to admit that all of her girlfriends had been appropriately wowed by the multi-carat wonder. The problem was given what she wore to work, the blindingly bright rock looked out of place.

  Putting aside her irritation with her fiancé—which she admitted was not an uncommon state of affairs—she shoved her way through the crowd surrounding the bar and motioned to the bartender. Holding up three fingers, she ordered, “Three porn star martinis, Dante, for me and my sisters.”

  The cheerful bartender shot her an open grin and hollered out, “You got it, hot stuff, I mean, Deputy Trouble. What about the doc? What does he want? His usual milk and cookies?”

  Tanya shrugged and shot the grinning bartender a cheeky smile. “No, hold the cookies, Dante. The doc is on a diet. The better to berate me with.”

  Dante chuckled and added with a wink, “Don’t you dare let that huffy pill-pusher talk you into a diet, hot stuff. I wouldn’t want you to lose an inch of those bodacious curves filling out that uniform of yours.”

  Tanya laughed at his description given that her uniform consisted of blue jeans, a long-sleeved tee shirt, and a leather jacket that couldn’t have hidden her curves if she’d wanted it to. At least the badge hooked on her belt gave her some much-needed gravitas, or so she hoped.

  That hope was shot to hell when Manny Davis, sitting a couple tables over, said loud enough for anyone to hear, “Yeah, little deputy copper, we wouldn’t want the tiniest of the Trouble sisters to lose an inch of those suckalicious curves of hers, would we, men?”

  At the chorus of grunts and catcalls from his table companions, Tanya thrust her chin in the air. Pointedly looking at the leering man who was leaning back in his chair, his legs stretched out in front of him, she pinned a dismissive squint on his crotch. “Be careful, Manny, who you’re cal
ling tiny, or I might have to get out my ruler to prove a point. By the way, that’s my dick ruler, buddy. The one I use for assholes like you. It measures in millimeters.”

  At the shouts of laughter from the men close enough to hear their exchange, Tanya tossed her head, accepting the cheers from the rowdy crowd at the surrounding tables, many of whom were her drinking buddies. As she saucily surveyed Manny’s group, she saw that the newcomer she and her sisters had been ogling was studying her. Hoping that her surprise didn’t show on her face, she met his gaze, refusing to look away. Swallowing hard, she admitted that the sexy stranger was even more gorgeous up close than she’d thought from her across-the-room appraisal.

  Now, just a few feet away, she acknowledged that the sun-streaked, dirty-blond hair shagging his collar and the rough beard shadow on his tanned face only underscored the startling blue of his eyes. Jesus, Tanya thought with a groan, even Chris Hemsworth would have to go a piece to keep up with this hottie. Given his muscular body, apparent in his casual pose, Tanya decided she’d need to toss in Charlie Hunnam and Brad Pitt to capture the entirety of the compelling stranger. It didn’t help that it was clear from his narrowed gaze and half-smile he was appraising her as openly as she’d been checking him out earlier. When he flicked his forefinger and nodded, confirming that he’d had seen her interest, Tanya shrugged and looked away. She hoped the heat she felt storming her cheeks wasn’t apparent to him, although she knew that it was.

  Saved by Dante calling out that her drinks were ready, Tanya pushed through the crowd to retrieve the tray of oversized martinis that fortunately required her full attention to make it across the bar with all three intact. Conscious of the fact that her tight jeans hugged her curvy bottom, she decided to give it a little more sway than usual. Knowing that some men—a group that didn’t include her fiancé—actually liked bodacious women, she decided it didn’t hurt to flaunt her wares. For the millionth time in her life, she wondered why she had to be the runt of the family. Like her, both Tara and Tatiana had curvy butts and impressive tits. But unlike her own five-foot-four frame that screamed her curves, Tara’s wares were spread out on her willowy five-foot-eight-inch frame. And Tatiana’s impressive accoutrements were featured on a body a scant inch shorter than her older sister’s. Tanya breathed out a hard sigh. She’d concluded years earlier that by the time her parents had her, the figure gods were past worrying about the details and assured that her parents copulated just long enough to produce the kid. The hell with the end-result measurements.

  Ignoring her aggrieved fiancé, who was pointedly staring at the table, Tanya unloaded her tray of drinks and acknowledged her fellow officer who’d joined their group. “Sorry, Gunnar, I didn’t see you or I would have brought a PS martini for you.”

  The blond giant’s blue eyes that spoke to his Swedish heritage twinkled. “Hell, Tanya, who needs a porn star drink when I can feast on the three of you?” Glancing at the unsmiling physician, he pressed, “Don’t cha agree, Doc? Hell, man, don’t know how any tarty whore could come close to any one of these three. But then, you know that better than anyone since you’ve captured the only one of the Trouble sisters that’s been corralled to date.” Acknowledging Tanya’s snort, Gunnar chuckled. “Although, knowing Deputy Trouble, I imagine corralling her is a full time job—plus.”

  Ever the peacemaker, Tatiana spoke up before Gunnar Sorenson could continue to tease the clearly annoyed physician. “Thank you, Tanya. This is probably the last thing I should drink, but given that Arnold has the kiddies tonight, I need to celebrate when I can.”

  Hearing the strain in her sister’s voice, Tanya exchanged a glance with her older sister. She knew Tara was as concerned as she was about her ex-brother-in-law. The dissolution of that marriage hadn’t come soon enough for Tanya. While Tatiana was closemouthed about the issues that finally drove her to seek a divorce, it was hardly a family secret that Arnold Loomis was a cheating skunk if ever there was one. It was hard to believe that, along with her beautiful sister, the disgusting man had produced two of the cutest kids alive. Which did nothing to redeem the scoundrel in Tanya’s unforgiving eyes.

  At the obvious chill that had descended over the table at the mention of Arnold’s name, Gunnar sought to change the subject. Turning to Tara, his eyes sparkling with mischief, he prodded, “Tell me, lissome lass, what poor benighted souls do you have in your cross hairs lately? Environmental criminals? Those rascals out to destroy the endangered Javen rhinoceros? Which, I admit, I didn’t know existed, much less that they’re on their way to oblivion.”

  Tanya wasn’t surprised that her impressive sister, who happened to be the hard-driving editor of the Sierra Vista Gazette and a determined rabble-rouser, refused to take the grinning Swede’s bait. “No, Gunnar, the Javen rhinoceroses are not in my cross hairs. However, some greedy land-grabbers are. More on that later.”

  Apparently trying to take the spotlight off Tatiana and her challenged marriage, she turned to Tanya. “Tell me, little sis, were you able to suss out that major piece of beefcake who chose to sit his fine-looking ass down at our favorite watering hole?”

  Seeing Bram perk up in interest, Tanya qualified her response. “Not personally. But because he’s parked next to Manny Davis, without a doubt the beefcake is one of Sledge Perkins’s enforcers—the degenerates Sledge hires to free our border of those pesky illegals determined to take over the good ole USA.” She added with a dismissive snort, “You know, the brown-skinned mamas, papas, and their babies that Sledge and his henchmen are after, and they won’t rest until the ‘white is might’ creeps control the border.”

  Gunnar shook his head. “C’mon, little sister. You know it’s more than racism. Yeah, Perkins is a crusty old goat. And for sure he don’t cater to illegals. But you gotta admit that his property has become a four-lane highway for the coyotes. And no matter how you feel about the illegals, those coyotes are criminals through and through.”

  Tanya wasn’t surprised when Tara took issue with her partner. “We all agree with that, Gunnar, but surely you don’t support Sledge Perkins’s campaign to get rid of anyone who has a speck of non-white blood flowing through their veins. And in that my livelihood involves words and using them properly, I prefer ‘undocumented’ immigrants rather than ‘illegals.’ ”

  Gunnar shrugged. “Coom si, coom sa. Whatever you call ’em, I don’t blame Sledge for not wanting them on his property.”

  Reaching for her vibrating cell phone and seeing Gunnar grab his, Tanya saw the message on her screen from her father indicating a code 901-h. Meeting Gunnar’s gaze as they both rose to their feet, she said to her sisters and Bram, “Sorry, guys, I hate like heck leaving that gorgeous burger and fries, not to mention my untouched martini, but we’re gonna have to skedaddle. Seems that our illustrious sheriff has been notified of the presence of a dead body. On Sledge Perkins’s land, no less.”

  Chapter 2

  Tanya strode across the open field toward the crowd of uniformed men studying what she presumed was the body. The tall, lanky man clearly in charge raised his chin in acknowledgement when he saw her. Determined to beat her long-legged partner, Tanya hightailed it over to the cluster of men. Gunnar took the hint and stayed behind her, confirming that he appreciated her frustration with her diminutive size. In fact, he usually stood back and let her take the lead. Which was only appropriate, Tanya reminded herself. After all, she was the goddamned deputy sheriff of a not-insignificant county, and he was a mere detective.

  Striding up to the dark-haired Cochise County sheriff and, not incidentally, her father, Tanya acknowledged his silent greeting. She didn’t have to ask him what they had. A quick glance at the twisted body in the tall grass confirmed that the shrouded form was a partially clothed woman.

  Crouching down beside the body, Tanya accepted the gloves one of the techs handed her and turned the body enough to study her features. She couldn’t hide her start upon seeing how young the woman—make that girl—looked. Glancing up at her fath
er’s rigid expression was enough to give Tanya a good idea of what had happened. From her cursory inspection, the girl’s bruised face and body as well as her ripped clothes confirmed that she’d been abused and left to die in the tall grass on the edge of the Perkins ranch. Her tangled dark hair and Hispanic features confirmed that she was likely an illegal immigrant. It wasn’t clear whether she was fleeing the coyotes—the evil men who trafficked in desperate people trying to cross the border—or had been making a solitary pilgrimage. What was clear was that either the unforgiving temperature and other harsh elements or, more likely, human interference had brought her down.

  Rising to her feet, Tanya spoke quietly for her father’s ears only. “Damn, Dad, she can’t be more than seventeen years old.”

  The tall man, his expression masked by his ubiquitous dark glasses, muttered, “If that.”

  Not surprised by his clipped response, Tanya walked over to the circle of crime scene personnel detailing the scene and approached Clint Michels, the head tech. “What’s your read, Clint?”

  The middle-aged man, whose leathery skin confirmed the countless hours he’d spent in the sunbaked desert, shrugged. “Can’t tell much of anything, Deputy Trouble, at least until we get her to the morgue and let Doc Mason have at her. Only thing we know for sure is that she can’t have been here long or the animals would have gotten to her.”

  Tanya emitted a disgusted grunt. “You mean the non-human animals, don’t you, Clint? No telling what the human scum did to her. Any sign of other victims?”

  The disgruntled technician shook his head, then nodded to her father, who was talking with a group of men who’d come out of a truck parked on the side of the road. “No, Deputy, that’s the hell of it. From what Sheriff Trouble said—and he was the first lawman on the scene—a couple of kids shooting quail found the body. They called 911, and the sheriff happened to be on the I-10 and closest to the scene. What we’ve gathered so far is that the vic was alone. There ain’t any signs of a group of people, which you’d expect if she was part of a coyote batch. Instead, she appears to have been running away.”