Opposites don’t attract. They ignite.

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*The small Montana town near the Kooskia reserve seemed like the perfect place for Juliet Montgomery to hide from her not-so-law-abiding family. But when her peace is shattered by a break-in and threatening phone calls, it’s clear someone back in New York knows where she is. It’s time to plan her getaway, and fast—but first, she needs to tie up a few loose ends and find out exactly what the town’s sexy cowboy sheriff is hiding.

Sheriff Quinn Lodge has enough demons of his own to know when someone’s hiding something, and he's determined to uncover what’s beneath Juliet’s uptight, city-girl exterior—preferably one piece of clothing at a time. But when their chemistry goes from fizzy to full-on explosive, things start getting complicated.

How can Juliet stay beneath the covers with Quinn, when doing so means blowing her cover?

Review

Rebecca Zanetti's writing is quickly becoming a favorite of mine. She really knows how to write heart pounding romance and she gives me all the emotions I look for in a book.    Plenty of love, sex, and wit to go around, Under the Covers is a sure bullseye hit.   ~ Words, Pages, and Books Reviews

This series is fun and sexy and really, what woman wouldn't want to read about cowboys with family values that are also bad boys too? Her heroes have all the best qualities. ~Let's Get Romantical Reviews

I loved this book. Zanetti's writing is engaging and fun and paired with a hero who has a dominant streak and you've got a winner! ~ Under the Covers Book Blog****

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"Besides," Quinn reached the bottom of the ladder and held up a hand, "aren't you tired of dancing around this? For the last few months, we've danced around this."
     "That's what responsible adults do." Juliet automatically took his hand to descend. Electricity danced up her arm from his warm palm.
     "Bull***." He helped her to the hard-tiled floor. "You feel it, too."
     Yes, she did, and the crass language actually turned her on. But he didn't know her, and he wouldn't like her if he did. "I've chosen not to act on any temporary attraction." As a tall woman, it truly unnerved her when she needed to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. "How tall are you, anyway?"
     He shrugged. "Six four, last time I checked. How about you?"
     "Five ten."
     He nodded. "Petite. Very petite."
     The man was crazy. She tugged her hand free. "I'm not dating you."
     "I know. We're pretending." He glanced around at the many paintings on the wall. "Are these from Sophie's new collection?"
     "Yes." The man already knew his sister-in-law's paintings adorned the walls.
     "Didn't you promise her an amazing showing for the opening of your gallery?" he asked.
     "Yes."
     "Well, then. This is the only place to have an amazing showing, right?"
     Wasn't that just like a man to go right for the kill? Sophie was Juliet's friend, one of her only friends, and the showing meant a lot to her. "You're not being fair."
     He reached out and ran a finger down Juliet's cheek, his gaze following the motion.
Heat flared from his touch. "Stop."
     His hand dropped. "I need a pretend girlfriend. You need to keep the gallery open. This is a perfect agreement."
     Darn it. Temptation had her glancing around the spectacular space. Three rooms, all containing different types of Western art, made up the gallery. The main room already held most of the paintings created by Sophie Lodge. Rich, oil-based paintings showing life in Maverick, life on the reservation, and the wickedness of Montana weather. The showing would put both Sophie's art and Juliet's gallery on the Western-gallery map.
     She wanted on that map. Perhaps badly enough to make a deal with the sheriff. Plus, she was tired of dancing around her attraction to Quinn. Would that attraction explode or fizzle if they spent time together? Frankly, it didn't matter. She had to leave town soon. Why not appease her curiosity? "Okay, but keep your hands to yourself."
     "But--"
     "No." She pressed her hands on her hips. The man was too dangerous, too tempting. A woman had to keep some control, or Quinn would run wild. No question. "You're creative, and this is your idea. If we pretend to date, you keep your hands off me."
     His eyes dropped to an amused, challenging expression. He held out both hands, palms up."Tell you what, darlin'. These hands won't touch you until you ask nicely. Very nicely."
     "That will never happen," she snapped.
     His left eyebrow rose. "I wondered if that red hair came with a temper." Interest darkened his eyes to midnight. "So much passion locked up in such a classy package. I thought so." He leaned into her space. "Be careful, or I'll make you beg."

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