Harmony and High Heels
(Fort Worth Wranglers #2)
By Tracy Wolff & Katie Graykowski
Published November 8th 2016
211 pages
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From New York Times Bestselling
author Tracy Wolff and
International Bestselling author Katie Graykowski comes
a sizzling tale of heartbreak, Harley-Davidsons and high heels …
Harmony Wright is a bad girl
living a good girl’s life. From the
time she was born, she’s always been the
good twin. The
ladylike twin. The twin her high society (or at least as high
society as you can get in San Angelo, TX) mom likes to
parade in front of all
her garden club friends. She’s gone
along with it, too—wearing pearls and
Chanel when ripped
jeans and motorcycle boots are more her speed. But when
Harmony takes off for an extended visit with her twin sister,
Lyric, she leaves
her good girl persona in the dust …
Dalton Mane knows what it is to
be bad and he’s more than
ready for the peace that comes with living the good
life.
Once the crown prince of a powerful biker gang, Bastards
of Hell, he
walked away from it all when tragedy struck. Now
the general manager of the
Fort Worth Wranglers, he
spends his time wheeling and dealing in the sports
world
and all while keeping an entire team of football players in line.
When Harmony crashes into Dalton, his tidy little life is over.
Will he give up
everything to keep Harmony out of trouble?
What a great book
this was. Book one was amazing and I did
not know how they were going to top
the first one, but man
was I pleasantly surprised with this book. It is so well
written
and in depth. And oh so dam funny to.
This book is about
Harmony Lyrics twin sister or as heath
refers to her as he evil twin. Harm is a
baker and has some
of the most unusual items in her bakery my fave is her take
the gun eat the cannoli. Actual cannoli shaped like guns. Man
I want some of
those. When Harm meets Dalton it is a full on
event. That evolves bikers, pool sticks
and Krav Maga. To
put it best she is the Bad Ass meets Betty Crocker. He is in
love at first site. Only as Lyrics twin, she keeps getting
mistaken for her. When
Dalton cuffs her to his desk he is in
so much trouble. The things she dose to
get even are truly brilliant.
Now before I ruin
this for you I will leave off here. I hope you
enjoy this book as much as
I did. If you do like this book,
please consider leaving a review. The Authors
really like it
when you do; they value your opinions too.
Dalton threw open
the double doors to his office expecting the worst. He and Heath had just had
their asses chewed out by the team owner, and returning to find Harmony in his
office might have taken the sting out. But of course, he was right. She wasn’t there.
Not that he’d expected her to be. She wouldn’t be the woman he thought she was
if she’d just sat idly by, handcuffed to his desk, and waited for him to
return.
But good God, what
a mess she’d made.
He walked to his
desk, shaking his head as he saw the disaster that was his floor. Then again,
he figured he’d had it coming. Locking Harmony up had been a big risk, but one
he hadn’t felt like he’d had a choice about. An angry Harmony was a liability.
Having a coach involved in a bar fight really wasn’t that big of a deal, but if
Harmony had burst into Dalton’s meeting with the team owner and Commissioner
Goodell, things would have gone downhill in a big damn hurry.
Barry Lamont
thought women were put on this earth to decorate it and should be seen but
never heard, and, well, Dalton didn’t know Commissioner Goodell’s stance on
women, but he was pretty sure that a pissed-off Harmony could have turned
Gloria Steinem against her own kind.
He picked up the
drawers and fit them back into his desk and then knelt down and scooped up all
of the junk he’d collected over the years. He pulled the trash can over. Now
was as good a time as any to spring-clean the hell out of his office.
An hour later, he
couldn’t get Harmony out of his head. He didn’t feel the need to apologize to
her so much as he just wanted to see what horrible things she had planned in
retaliation. Besides the pencil-stabbed football, which—he wasn’t going to
lie—hurt a lot.
Figuring the least
he could do was send her a balloon bouquet—or maybe some high-end jewelry—he
hit the space bar to bring his computer screen to life. Flowers seemed a little
too cliché, and no baked goods on earth could compare to what Harmony whipped
up with ease. But he wasn’t really sure where to look for biker chic in balloons
or jewelry—he’d been too broke to afford either when he was a member of the
Bastards, so he figured he’d mess around on the Internet, see what he could
find.
When he clicked
the icon for his web browser, it didn’t come up. So he clicked it again. And
again. And again. Still nothing.
He clicked the
icon for his monthly financial reports.
Nothing.
He clicked the
icon for the team roster.
Nothing.
He clicked on the
Apple icon to restart the computer, but no Apple menu dropped down.
What in the hell
had Harmony done to his computer?
Pranks were one
thing, but now she was messing with his job.
He grabbed his
cell to call IT, but it was dead, so he grabbed the charging cable hooked to
his computer and plugged in the phone. He hit the intercom button on his desk
phone.
“Yes?” Eleanor
answered.
“Can you have IT
come up here? My computer isn’t working.” Shit. He’d known Harm was smart, but
he hadn’t taken her for a computer genius. Maybe he should have, considering
who her sister was.
“Absolutely. And
thank you so much for that raise. I feel very appreciated, and so does the
entire support staff. You’re very generous.” Eleanor sounded extraordinarily
happy.
What raise?
“Yes, well, you
deserve it.” He let go of the intercom button as his mind whirled with
possibilities.
The entire support staff? Harmony had given
a raise to the entire support staff? Jesus. Just how generous had she been? He
banged his head on the keyboard, but all he got was a headache. He reached for
his phone, but it still wasn’t charged enough to check email. Damn it.
Five-Alarm Harm had struck again.
An hour later, IT
still hadn’t fixed his computer.
“No way,” Jess
Carlyle, head IT tech, said under his breath. “Whoever did this is a diabolical
genius.”
Yeah, Dalton had
already figured that out. But he wasn’t feeling nearly as warm and fuzzy about
it as Jess seemed to be. “What do you mean?”
“The reason you
couldn’t click on the icons is because your desktop is a picture of your
desktop. Your actual desktop is underneath it. See?” He hit escape and the
picture minimized. “I’m going to restart your computer and it should go back to
normal.” He hit a series of buttons and then the log-in box came up. “Enter
your password.”
Dalton leaned
forward to type it in. Instead of opening to the desktop, the screen flickered
for a second before saying he’d entered the wrong password. He entered it again
and still nothing. She’d reset his password too. He’d give her points for
creativity—right after he turned her over his knee and spanked that luscious
bottom of hers.
“Can you reset my
password?”
“Sure.” Jess typed
and a series of screens came up. He typed and typed. “Enter your new password.”
Dalton typed in a
new password and made a mental note to add it to the password list in his phone
as opposed to the sticky note under his desk. He had no doubt he’d do something
to piss Harmony off again soon, and he was a man who learned from his mistakes.
“What in the holy
hell is going on here?” Barry Lamont boomed from the doorway. He stabbed the
air in front of him with his tablet. He touched the screen, pulled something
up, and waved it like Dalton could see it from fifty feet away. “You gave
everyone a raise?”
“Jess, can you
please excuse us?” Dalton shoved his hands in his pockets and tried not to
think of all of the ways he was going to kill Harmony.
“You bet.” The
computer guy left his laptop on the desk and strolled out of the office. “I’ll
just see if Eleanor has any of that pie left.”
Wait a minute.
Harmony had brought his assistant a pie? All he’d gotten were chocolate chip
cookies, and Harm had taken those with her before he’d even gotten one. Which,
come to think of it, didn’t seem fair considering all the havoc she had
wrought.
“A raise …?” Barry
was a domineering control freak who liked to think that he ran the world. “Son,
what were you thinkin’?”
“My computer was
hacked and an email was sent out without my knowledge or consent.” He’d gotten
and kept this job by not backing down. “I’ll fix it.”
He couldn’t
exactly say that he’d handcuffed Lyric Montgomery’s evil twin in his office and
it was payback. Especially not after the meeting they’d just had with the
commissioner.
“You’d better, or
start looking for a new job.” Barry stormed out just like he’d stormed in.
Dalton took a
couple of deep breaths and pulled up his sent emails. Harm had given everyone
except the players, coaches, and cheerleaders a five-thousand-dollar-a-year
raise. He scrubbed his face with his hands. With a few keystrokes, she’d added
six hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars to his annual budget. How exactly
did he revoke an almost company-wide raise without angering his employees?
Yes, he could send
out another email explaining the situation, but people were funny about their
money. They wouldn’t care that it had all been a joke.
What a big fuckin’
mess.
It looked like
he’d be spending the rest of the afternoon finding a way to squeeze an
additional six hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars out of the budget—which
was not at all what he’d had planned.
Then again,
nothing had gone as he’d planned since Five-Alarm Harm had walked into his
life. The woman was a force of nature, and trying to control her was proving
was fruitless.
What surprised him
the most was that he didn’t want to control her. Even after everything she’d
done, he wanted to sit back and watch her in action.
·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠· Tracy Wolff ·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠·
Tracy Wolff collects books, English degrees and lipsticks
and has been known to forget where—and sometimes
who—she is when immersed in a great novel. At six she
wrote her first short story—something with a rainbow and
a prince—and at seven she forayed into the wonderful world
of girls lit with her first Judy Blume novel. By ten she’d read
everything in the young adult and classics sections of her
local bookstore, so in desperation her mom started her on
romance novels. And from the first page of the first book,
Tracy knew she’d found her life-long love. Now an English
professor at her local community college, she writes
romances that run the gamut from contemporary to
paranormal to erotic suspense.
And for all of those who want the unedited version:
Tracy Wolff lives with four men, teaches writing to local
college students and spends as much time as she can
manage immersed in worlds of her own creation. Married
to the alpha hero of her dreams for twelve years, she is the
mother of three young sons who spend most of their time
trying to make her as crazy as possible.
You can find Tracy also on Twitter, www.tracywolff.blogspot.com and www.sizzlingpens.blogspot.com.
Tracy Wolff also writes as Tessa Adams
·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠· Katie Graykowski ·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠·
I write romantic comedy with lots of heart. I like scuba diving,
Mexican food, chocolate cream cheese frosting, movies
where lots of stuff gets blown up, and sparkly things. I have
a husband, a daughter, and three K-9 kids. I'd love to hear
from you.
Shoot me an email at katiegraykowski@me.com
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