Simply Scandalous
"TARGET AT ONE O'CLOCK."
Logan Montgomery listened to his eighty-year-old grandmother and groaned. "You've been watching James Bond again, Gran."
"Just Sean Connery. That Pierce Brosnan is too new and the other one is a pansy. He wouldn't know how to please a real woman if she bit him on the--"
"Gran!" Startled, Logan shot a glance at his grandmother.
An impish gleam lit her knowing gaze. She'd learned to use shock value to her advantage, he thought wryly. "I think that's enough."
"You never used to be a prude."
He stifled a laugh and chose to warn the irrepressible older woman instead. "And you never used to go so far. Better watch yourself."
The white-haired woman gave an unrefined, unladylike snort. "If you aren't careful you'll end up a stuffed shirt like your father."
"With your influence? Not a chance." He drank from a glass of hundred-dollar champagne, tasting bubbles and little else. Damn waste of money. A cold beer would taste a hell of a lot better, especially on such an unusually hot and balmy May afternoon. "So tell me why you summoned me to the annual Garden Gala."
He'd hoped he could ignore ... read full excerpt from: Simply Scandalous ebook
