Beach House Tramp

“You must be in a pretty big hurry,” McCord called to the girl. “You’ve forgotten to dress…”

A tantalizing, honey-lush blonde hellion, she fled from her motel shower into the arms of Wes McCord, bringing promises of passion and of a fortune in stolen loot. Then, with one flick of her petal-soft hips, she dragged him through a nightmare maze of speedboats, fists and kill-crazy hoods in a corpse-studded manhunt and treasure search that seared Florida’s Gulf Coast far worse than any tropic sun…

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