Maggie Lyons

Jane Damsel was just your ordinary girl. She grew up nice among nice folks who looked and dressed and behaved the way nice folks should. She really wasn’t the type to walk into Mack’s Pawn and pull a job, so boy did that come as a surprise. Mack Chester was your average, everyday pawn shop proprietor and he sure as hell wasn’t the type to let himself get robbed by a girl. When Jane slipped her .38 caliber pistol—duct taped to her hand for safety—through the transaction window in his bulletproof shield, Mack was probably the most surprised man in Boston.

Jane hadn’t meant to set off the chain of events that led to the decimation of Mack’s shop and livelihood any more than she’d meant to fall in love with him, but she had and she had, and she is determined now to make things right for him. She has a winning way with people and a God-given talent for armed robbery that seems a shame to waste, so Jane takes Mack on a riotous ride to recoup his losses. With their incompatible beliefs about the proper way to hold a handgun to sort through, the near constant presence of Jane’s two-hundred-sixty pound, non-verbal, undefeated bovine-wrestling twin brother to work around, and a couple of bad guys who are as emotionally delicate as they are stupid to contend with, tensions rise in equal measure with the stakes. The lovers must soon search for less volatile ground—for Jane Damsel’s is a wildfire love and Mack Chester’s got a pyromaniac heart.