Stella — EmKay Connor

I'm a bounty hunter. One of Tampa's best. I always get my man, but none of those losers are worth keeping. That's why—at the urging of my besties, Destry and Marley—I agreed to swipe right.Marley said I had to leave my firearm at home.Destry ixnayed my regular outfit – jeans, boots, and a t-shirt.It's five minutes before eight on a Friday night, and I'm trying to figure out how to make it from my Bronco into the hotel bar on these stilts Destry calls shoes. It's a risky venture because the odds are fifty-fifty that I'll either fall on my ass in front of an audience of desperate singles or flash everyone with my cooch if this wrap dress rides any higher up my thighs.Do I really want a guy that bad?Yeah, I guess I do…but I want the right guy. Vibrators are great for a fast O, but they suck at pillow talk and spooning. I try to hide it, even from my BFFs, but I'm lonely. I'm tired of waking up alone and working out alone, riding my Harley alone and spending my nights alone.Marley says every woman deserves to be treated like a queen…even a rough around the edges ball-breaker like me.Okay. Deep breath. Here we go.I wobble on the four-inch heels Destry loaned me and tug at the hem of the hot-pink, strapless dress we found in the back of Marley's closet, and it occurs to me that dating is a whole lot riskier than apprehending bail jumpers.This better be worth it…If you enjoy contemporary romantic comedies with snark and sizzle starring quirky heroines ready to take charge of their own dreams and destinies – which always include a prince of a hero – polish your tiara and get ready for the royal treatment.