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Foster Justice by Colleen Shannon

One Riot, One Ranger...

That's the Texas Ranger motto, but when Chad Foster's rebellious brother goes missing, it's time to put his elite training to use investigating a crime that strikes much closer to home. Turning Los Angeles inside out to retrieve Trey and save their ranch from a ruthless land grab is a no brainer, even if it puts his badge at risk. His only lead is a heart-stoppingly sensuous exotic dancer with a very tempting butterfly tattoo, the woman who helped scam his brother out of their ranch. But staying on top of this redhead's every suggestive word and sensual move means putting his case—and his heart—right in the line of fire . . .

A Texas Ranger, complete with quarter horse, is as out of place in downtown L.A. as a lawman is in the bed of a suspect, but with both their lives at risk, Chad has to put his trust in the one woman who could bring him down for good, and pray that somehow hard evidence is really just a pack of lies. . .


Jasmine closed the dressing room door and leaned against it.  Even more drained than usual, she stared around her closet-like private dressing room, the only perk she insisted on as a headliner.  The minute she walked off that stage, naked but for the G string and the robe, the vitality and sexuality she oozed on command dissipated with the lights.  She was just tired.

Tired of being leered at.  Tired of pretending to be something she wasn’t, tired of hating herself.  Tired of actively disliking men for leaving loving wives and lovers for these few hours to spend more money than they could afford on the lure of the forbidden.  In her experience, most of the men who frequented strip clubs fell into three categories.