Dirty Trick

By Christine Bell

This matchmaker’s about to meet her match...

Grace Love is lousy with men. She can spot a match for someone else a mile away, and her balls-on instincts are why her matchmaking business is thriving, but finding her own Prince Charming? The only guy who makes her sixth sense tingle is her playboy best friend, Trick, and no way is she risking their friendship, no matter how hot she knows the sex will be.

SWAT officer Trick Mathews is a patient guy, but Grace's inability to see what's right in front of her is grinding on his last nerve. Yeah, he blew his shot at breaking out of the friend zone when he tamped down the urge to lick her from head to toe the day they met, but he's got a plan that'll change her mind. Incognito at Salem's hottest Halloween party, he'll show her exactly how good they could be…and that he's the man for her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Sep 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9781622663187

Christine Bell

Christine Bell’s first novel, Saint, was optioned for a feature film and praised by the Philadelphia Inquirer as “a brilliant first novel, an extraordinary book.” The Seven Year Atomic Makeover Guide, a short story collection, was described by the New York Times as “accessible, entertaining and infused with the improvisation energies of a writer who refuses to play it safe.” Bell’s next novel, The Perez Family, was made into a film directed by Mira Nair and named Notable Adult Fiction of the Year by both the American Library Association and the New York Public Library, as well as Notable Book of the Year by the Philadelphia Inquirer and the New York Times, who hailed it as “a loud, gaudy sentimental heartbreaker of a book, a triumph.” Bell lives in the Central California Coast area with her husband, writer J. F. Freedman, and their family.

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Table of Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Acknowledgments

About the Author

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2013 by Christine Bell. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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For the readers. Mad love to each and every one of you for taking a chance on me and liking me enough to stick in and stay for a while. <3 <3 <3

Chapter One

Grace Love stared at the telephone she’d just hung up and blew out a sigh. Fridays were usually her favorite day of the week, but today was sliding downhill faster than Shaun White at the X Games. Chaz Stanhope’s second annual Halloween bash was tomorrow, and she was officially dateless. Halloween was the biggest night of the year in Salem, and party playboy Chaz had invited practically every young, unmarried person in town. This year, he was expecting a record turnout. What would all those people think if the owner of Love Will Find a Way matchmaking service showed up solo to a party? Again.

Terrible PR. Especially when she and Serena were hoping to add Chaz to their elite list of male clients.

She slumped forward to rest her forehead on the smooth surface of her walnut desk, breathing in the comforting scent of lemon oil. The desk she’d inherited from her grandmother had always smelled that way. In fact, her grandmother had pretty much smelled that way, too. Tears stung her eyes at the bittersweet memories, and she inhaled deeply one more time. She had to get a grip. Showing up to a party without a date wasn’t the end of the world. If Gram were here, what would she have said? Probably, Fuck ’em. Go have fun, girlie, Grace thought with a half smile. She’d been a real pistol, all the way up to the very day cancer had taken her. Her last words to Grace were feebly whispered.

Don’t even think about visiting tomorrow if you’re not going to bring some bourbon with you, for chrissake.

Hey, what’s shakin’?

Grace lifted her head. Her best friend and partner, Serena Elliott, stood draped in the doorway, looking every bit the trust-fund brat she was, decked in head to toe Lanvin, capped off by oversize sunglasses that she pulled off now to stare harder at Grace.

Oh shit. This can’t be good. Desk-sniffing on a Friday? What gives?

Leave it to Serena to pick today of all days to actually get back from a meeting when she said she would. She ran on what Grace privately thought of as Serena Time, which was an hour later than Regular People Time. She kept her tone light and fished around for a smile. Nothing. Busy and stressed, is all. How’d it go at the meeting with Rafferty?

Serena stalked forward on her stilettos and sank into the crème leather chair in front of Grace’s hulking desk. She leaned forward and poked an accusing, scarlet-tipped finger at her. Don’t bullshit me, missy. I know sad when I see it. What’s going on?

Grace bit back a groan and lifted her head. Serena was a lot of things—bossy, spoiled, perpetually tardy, and high maintenance—but she also had great instincts and could read people almost as well as Grace herself, which was the reason she’d brought her on as a partner in the first place. It was one of her best qualities, but that didn’t stop it from sucking sometimes. Like now. There was no keeping a secret with Serena around. She’d caught the scent of misery and wouldn’t stop until she dug her way to the bottom of it.

Seth canceled. Despite the fact that her friend would never judge her for it, Grace’s cheeks burned with humiliation. Years of constant reassurances from Victor, her ex-fiancé, that no one else would want her were hard to erase even now, more than two years later, and Seth’s rejection brought old feelings bubbling to the surface.

Motherfucker.

Grace’s lips twitched. Bloodline of a princess, mouth like a trucker. Another thing to love about Serena. Not to mention, if Grace had suggested they break into Seth’s house and replace his shampoo with hair removal cream, her friend would have been pulling the car around in three seconds flat. Forget hide the bodies. Serena was the type of friend who would plant the horse head and do the wet work.

Note to self: stop watching all those mafia movies.

Besides, there was no need for any of that. No one was getting whacked today. She and Seth had only been dating for a few weeks, and even though it was a serious bummer that she wasn’t going to have someone to escort her to the hippest party in town, when she searched for something deeper than stung pride, she came up empty-handed. Seth was…fine. Decent. Fair to middling. Not exactly the adjectives a girl hopes to use when describing her boyfriend.

Seriously, I’m going to be fine. It’s just that people are going to talk, and we’re finally getting things popping with the business. I was hoping to get some face time with Chaz and add him to the roster, not to mention all the attractive young single ladies that will be there. It’s a veritable cornucopia of new business. From a PR standpoint, it’s got to look pretty bad that neither of us have dates to this thing, you know? We’re matchmakers, for Pete’s sake. It’s embarrassing that we never seem to have men in our lives.

Speak for yourself, Serena snorted. I have a man in my life pretty much every weekend.

Grace pursed her lips and shook her head. "Not what I meant. I mean a special man."

What do you mean by special? Derek has a nine-inch—

I’m pretty sure I don’t want to hear the rest of that sentence. A rich male voice filled the room and Grace’s foul mood instantly improved. How are my two favorite ladies doing?

Her neighbor and friend, Patrick Mathews, stepped into the office, making it feel smaller by half. He was a good six feet with a body as solid at the doors he sometimes had to break down. Exactly the physique one would expect from a bona fide police hero. He was decked out in his all-black SWAT gear, and she shook off the tingles that more than a year of near-daily interaction should have long mellowed.

Why was it that the only guy who sent her sixth senses twitching happened to be totally wrong for her? If she hadn’t made 112 new matches this year alone based on those very same tingly feelings, she would’ve started wondering if her tingler was on the fritz. It had taken a while, but she’d finally figured out that it wasn’t broken. It just only worked for other people. How was that for a kick in the ass? A matchmaker who could find true love for everyone but herself. Fabulous.

Hey, Trick.

Serena didn’t bother to swallow her sigh, adding a long, low purr for good measure. Look at you, gorgeous. In your tough-guy gear, all ready to come in with your big baton and take care of business. She ran a hand through her platinum-blond hair and moved to give him what she called her good side, which basically consisted of her wriggling until her skirt rode up to display the vast majority of her slim thighs.

Trick took it in stride as usual, a wide grin splitting his handsome face. Hey, Serena. How’s things?

Things are okay. Well, they were until Seth broke up with Grace just in time for the party tomorrow. Serena inched her chair around to face him more fully. Speaking of which, what are you doing tomorrow night? Maybe you can come lend some moral support and be Grace’s date.

While Serena flirted shamelessly with Trick out of sheer habit, Grace knew that her friend’s ultimate goal was to fix the two of them up. As if. He was one of the two people she could trust in the world, and that was precisely because they weren’t a couple. He was a fantastic friend, but as a boyfriend? He was exactly the type of heartbreaker she needed to keep her distance from. She’d had more than her fair share of bad relationships, and her ex-fiancé hadn’t just broken her heart. He’d obliterated it. Wrecked it. Put it through a wood chipper and set what came out the other side on fire.

She had been so blind to his ways. Criticizing her in the bedroom in one breath and berating her for her sexual curiosity in the next, when all the while he was cheating on her with a stripper. And not the kind who was working to put herself through medical school. The kind who was making half her money up front and the other half in the back. Literally. How many times had she beaten herself up for being too sexual because of his snide remarks before she found out about Amber? She shivered with disgust and reminded herself that at least they’d used protection on the rare occasions they’d slept together. If not, she’d have seriously considered dousing herself in rubbing alcohol.

Grace’s cheeks burned at the memory, and then flamed even higher as she felt Trick’s sympathetic blue gaze on her face.

She sighed. He doesn’t want to come, Serena. He already told you that a dozen times. Don’t make him feel bad about it. Plus, I would hardly call that thing with Seth ‘dumped.’ We weren’t even official. And you. She stood and tipped her head to the to-go cartons in Trick’s hands. The fact that you brought me sustenance is more than enough. Don’t let her guilt you. I totally get why you don’t want to come.

And boy, did she. Trick looked like a third, sexier Hemsworth brother. With a leanly muscled body like Liam, and the more masculine facial features of Chris, he seemed out of place in modern-day Massachusetts. Like he’d been transported from the days of the Vikings via time machine. His angular jaw was perpetually peppered with tawny stubble. His eyes were the truest of blues—like a frigging Crayola crayon simply labeled blue. They sparkled with wit and something a little…naughty. Although Chaz had invited him to the party, too, it had been grudgingly, and only because Trick had been standing there when Chaz cornered her and Serena to make sure they were coming. Chaz liked the party life and tended to travel with an entourage of wingmen, but he loved being the best-looking guy in the room. If the single ladies in Salem got wind of Trick at this shindig, Chaz would end up eating his dust.

She’d heard the term fighting them off before, but she’d never seen it in action until she, Serena, and Trick had gone out to happy hour for the first time. Even before she’d been accosted in the ladies’ room by a group of thirtysomethings and grilled about her relationship with him, they’d been eyeing him like he was the last rib at the barbecue. Once she’d explained that they were only friends and that Trick was, indeed, single? It was pandemonium, and every woman in the bar, ages fake ID to fifty, had let him know in no uncertain terms that they would love to be his huckleberry for the night.

He took it all in stride, and while some of them made the cut short-term, he somehow managed to charm them all enough to take the sting out of his no, thank you. But considering she and Serena had encouraged the majority of their existing clients to attend the Halloween party in hopes of making some introductions, he would avoid it like the plague. A bar was one thing. A party stacked with desperately seeking singles was another thing altogether.

Trick stepped closer to set the cartons onto her desk, and the spicy scent of kung pao tickled her nose. "Yes," she hissed, her stomach growling as if on cue. Maybe some lunch would make her feel better and give her some perspective.

Serena wrinkled her nose and stood. You two have fun with that garbage. I think I gained a pound just smelling it.

Her friend’s model figure came at a price, and although Grace had managed to loosen her up a little over the past year or so when it came to food, Chinese was so not on the menu.

I’m off to meet up with that real estate agent to see the office on West Gate Street. I’ll be back in an hour or so.

They’d been scoping out some new, bigger spaces for their growing business, and Serena had taken point so far, identifying and checking out all the available properties in the area. Still, she’d gone to the last three appointments solo, and Grace was starting to feel a little guilty. She tore her gaze from the carton of food regretfully. Do you want me to come with you? She could eat her trail mix on the road. It would be fine.

Serena shook her head vehemently. No! I will call you over if it looks like something we want to consider.

Grace gave her the side-eye. Boy, you sure answered fast.

Because you’re the worst. When we got this place, the agent told you the asking rental price was twenty-two hundred a month and you were like, ‘We’ll take it!’ before he even got the words out.

He said that was his best price, Grace argued, her hackles rising. She knew as soon as she said the words how ridiculous they sounded.

That’s his job. She looked to Trick for backup, and he nodded. What did you think he was he going to say? ‘This place has been on the market for six months, so make me an offer and you can get it way cheaper?’ You’re so lucky to have me, I swear.

She was right about that. There was no way

Reviews for Dirty Trick

[readyourwrites · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Reviewed by Kimfor Read Your Writes Book ReviewsWhat would you do for a chance to be with the one person who refuses to give you a chance? The person you know is right for you. If you're Patrick "Trick" Matthews, you pretend to be someone else. A masked stranger at a Halloween party.Trick Mathews and Grace Love have known each other for a little over a year, ever since she moved next door to him. Without question, Trick is a player and when he first saw Grace through her window, his player instincts kicked in. But when he actually laid eyes on Grace in the flesh, his heart soared. It's taken him a while to change his ways, but he has. The problem is....Grace hasn't noticed. Grace knows Trick is attractive. She knows that he's a great guy. Heck, he's even her best friend. He knows her better than almost anyone. She also knows that he's a player and she isn't going to risk getting hurt again, after her cheating, two-timing ex-fiance broke her heart and her spirit. But, when a masked stranger comes on to her at a Halloween party, maybe just maybe it's time to have a little fun.Catman, aka Trick got down and dirty with Grace at the Halloween party. The problem now, how is he going to get her to give him, the actual Trick a chance. Just when Trick is on the verge of coming clean, things blow up in his face. Now, Grace isn't talking to him. In fact, she's avoiding him like the plague. At any given time, Trick's job as a SWAT officer can put his life in jeopardy. The possibility that she might lose Trick forever, is the wake up call Grace needs. But it seems that Trick has decided to forgo the hot steamy passion they shared. In classic Christine Bell form, she has her hero Trick melting your heart in the end. I loved this book and could NOT get enough of it. Trick and Grace are so great together as friends and then as more. Their intimate moments are hot and steamy and oh my God, did that just happen. I still can't believe what Grace did at the Halloween party and afterwards for that matter. I can’t wait to find out what’s in store for the next book in this series!!!!Rating: 4.5Source: Entangled Publishing

[snarkymom · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

There are some publishing houses that I've come to believe are always "safe bets" -- they have great editors and super writers - and the Entangled Brazen line is one of those sure things. At this point, I've yet to pick up ANY Entangled version that has disappointed... and DIRTY TRICK is a great example of how dependable the Entangled Brazen line is for readers. Now I admit - I did receive a copy of this from their Publicity Department in the hopes that I'd write an *unbiased* review - but that isn't why I feel this is such a great book!First of all, is it really possible to go wrong with the formula of best friends who come to realize they mean more to, and want more from, each other than just friendship? Grace is a professional matchmaker who gets "tingles" when she finds a pair that would be a great match. Since she's notorious for having bad relationships, she ignores the tingles she gets around her best friend, Patrick, especially since she considers him a man-whore. (Her penchant for calling him a male slut in various terms is actually quite funny.) Patrick who admits to his man-whoredom, has decided that it is an empty life - and his life would only be full with Grace in it. However, the only way he knows to make that happen is to approach her as someone else so she can see how good it would be between them.Secondly, I really like how at the end of September, Entangled Brazen is releasing books that have Halloween themes to them - really, how FUN!Third - it's obvious that Christine Bell had fun with this novel. Patrick, also known as Trick, plays this "trick" on Grace. Grace is a matchmaker whose last name is... wait for it... Love. There are just little twists throughout the story that make you think the author is probably standing back with a wink, wink, nudge, nudge going on.And last, here's the basic answers everyone always seems to want. 250-ish pages for $2.99? Price is fair. Info on the author, Christine Bell? Right here. Any sex? Yes, but nothing too outrageous or explicit. Worth the read? YES.