At thirty-two Dev is "mostly retired" from Raines Investigations, content to run operations from his sprawling Arizona home. But Dev has never been able to say no to a beautiful woman, so when Lark Delaney comes to him for help, the former U.S. Army Ranger from Wind Canyon gets back in the game. Lark is sexy, successful and dedicated to tracking down the baby girl her sister gave up for adoption. It should be a straightforward case, but it's not long before Dev uncovers a shady adoption ring and worse—the child's parents have been murdered and the little girl has been taken. As the case grows dangerous and Lark needs him more than ever, Dev can't ignore his growing attraction for her. He also can't trust his judgment with women or the emotions he's long-since buried. But there's a chance, if he gets this right and saves Lark's niece, that he'll end up saving himself, too. "Frustration and desperation abound in this novel by Kat Martin as she takes us on a search for the adopted niece of Lark Delaney." - Night Owl Romance --nightowlromance.com/nor/Reviews/Dreamweaver-reviews-Against-The-Law-by-Kat-Martin.aspx "The third Raines of Wind Canyon romantic suspense thriller is a terrific tense tale filled with twists and spins as nothing goes right in Raines' plan." --genregoroundreviews.blogspot.com/2011/01/against-law-kat-martin.html HANDS DOWN...BEST ONE YET!Former U.S. Army Ranger, Dev (Daredevil) Raines has been hurt one time too often by inconsistent women. After his fiancé leaves him for another man Dev is devastated and gives up on love. --RCJBookReviews Kat Martin began writing in 1985 and quickly became a New York Times bestselling author. She's written over 50 romantic suspense, historical and contemporary novels, and is the author of over 11 trilogies that range from the historical to the paranormal. Her works have been published in 12 languages and more than 24 countries. She's married to Larry Jay Martin, an author, screenplay writer and blogger. Fans can follow her on Facebook, Twitter, MySpace, LinkedIn and Squidoo. Readers can also visit her website katbooks.com He had everything he ever wanted. Plenty of money. A successful business. A sprawling, custom-built home in the Sonoran Desert north of Scottsdale filled with pricey, original works of art. He had a sailboat in San Diego, wore custom-made suits, and had a woman in his bed anytime he felt the urge. Which was often. Devlin Raines had it all. Yet lately he had begun to feel dissatisfied. And he had no idea how the hell that could be. Soaking up the rays of early-October sunshine, the best time of year in Arizona, Dev adjusted his wraparound sunglasses and stretched out on the chaise lounge beside the swimming pool. The sound of water cascading over the rock waterfall at the opposite end began to soothe him. He had almost drifted off when his friend and employee, Townsend Emory, shoved open the sliding glass door. "Sorry to bother you, boss. There's a woman here to see you. She's damned insistent." Town was a big, black, former tackle for the Arizona Cardinals. A neck injury had ended his career fourteen years ago, but Town had stayed in Phoenix and worked for a number of security firms, including Raines Security, before his old injuries had put him completely out of commission. Fortunately, the man had brains as well as brawn and now worked at the house, handling Dev's personal affairs. Along with Aida Clark, the housekeeper, Town managed the household and just about anything else that came along. Dev pushed his sunglasses up on his head and frowned at his friend, who took up a good portion of the doorway. He had a standing rule: none of the women he dated came to the house without calling first. It saved a lot of embarrassment if another woman happened to be there. In his no-strings relationships, the rule had worked fairly well. So far. Swinging his long legs to the ground beside the chaise, he stood up, wondering who it was and why she so urgently wanted to see him. "Hey wait a minute!" he heard Town say as a tall, shapely brunette sailed past him out the door onto the patio. "You can't just barge in here!" The woman ignored him and just kept walking. "You must be Devlin Raines." She flashed him a bright, self-assured smile and extended a slender hand with nicely manicured, hot-pink nails. She was around five-nine, with very dark, jaw-length hair streaked with red. She was wearing skinny jeans and a pair of strappy, open-toed red spike heels. He'd never seen her before. She wasn't wearing a wedding ring. And she was sexy as hell. "I'm Raines." He flicked a glance at Town, telling him the situation was under control, and the big man slipped silently back inside the house. "What can I do for you, Ms….?" "Delaney. Lark Delaney. I came here to hire you, Mr. Raines. I'm hoping you'll be able to help me." She was more than just sexy. She was a bombshell. Just not in the usual sense. This woman oozed energy and purpose. She