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      The reviews are rolling in for Leslie Kelly…

      “Sexy, funny and little outrageous, Leslie Kelly is a must read!”

      —New York Times bestselling author Carly Phillips

      “Leslie Kelly is a rising star of romance.”

      —New York Times bestselling author Debbie Macomber

      “Ms. Kelly never fails to deliver a captivating story.”

      —Romance Reviews Today

      “Leslie Kelly writes with a matchless combination of sexiness and sassiness that makes every story a keeper.”

      —Romance Junkies

      “Leslie Kelly is a master of amusing contemporary romance!”

      —Word Weaving

      “You can always count on Leslie Kelly to keep readers laughing and entertained with dazzling characters and passionate romance.”

      —The Romance Reader’s Connection

      “Leslie Kelly has the magnificent ability to create marvelous storylines with truly memorable characters.”

      —Writers Unlimited

      “Leslie Kelly writes hot, steamy stories with lots of humor and tons of romance thrown in.”

      —Romance and Friends

      On Killing Time…

      “Delightful and entertaining from the first page to the last. I highly recommend Leslie Kelly’s Killing Time.”

      —Romance Reviews Today

      “Sassy, flirty and oh so sexy, Killing Time makes for great summer reading.”

      —Round Table Reviews

      “A fun, sexy and unique story.”

      —A Romance Review

      “Kelly tells a high-energy story and delivers a satisfying read.”

      —All About Romance

      “Intrigue, passion, excitement and more are a given with Killing Time.”

      —In the Library Reviews

      “Leslie Kelly has written another amazing story.”

      —Romance Junkies

      “Leslie Kelly’s latest…is a deliciously madcap adventure filled with the sexy and the zany!”

      —Romantic Times

      “When you pick up Killing Time, and I strongly recommend that you do, make sure you have plenty of time to read because you will not want to put it down!”

      —Fallen Angel Reviews

      She Drives Me Crazy

      Leslie Kelly

      With sincere thanks to my agent, Ethan Ellenberg. Ethan, without your encouragement and support, this would never have been possible.

      And to Bruce. You make it all worthwhile.

       Thanks for making me truly believe in what I write.

      CONTENTS

      PROLOGUE

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

      CHAPTER SIX

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      CHAPTER NINE

      CHAPTER TEN

      CHAPTER ELEVEN

      CHAPTER TWELVE

      CHAPTER THIRTEEN

      CHAPTER FOURTEEN

      CHAPTER FIFTEEN

      CHAPTER SIXTEEN

      CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

      CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

      CHAPTER NINETEEN

      CHAPTER TWENTY

      EPILOGUE

      PROLOGUE

      “JOHNNY, YOU GOTTA SEE THIS. There’s a giant set of hooties hangin’ over exit 23.”

      County prosecutor Johnny Walker, named for his father’s favorite brand of fire in a bottle, barely looked up as he continued to pump gas into the tank of his SUV. It was too early in the morning to try to decipher Lester’s sexobabble.

      Coming from anyone else, the pronouncement might have raised Johnny’s curiosity. But this was Lester, owner of one of the only two gas stations in Joyful, Georgia. Lester might not remember his nickname from high school, but Johnny—and most of the female population—still mentally referred to him as Lester the Lecher.

      “Here you go, Les.” Johnny tugged a twenty out of his pocket and extended it toward the other man.

      Lester paid no attention. He continued to stare skyward. A tinge of curiosity finally made Johnny turn around. Following Lester’s stare, he beheld what had so captivated the man.

      The letch was right. A big giant set of hooties…er, woman’s breasts…was clearly visible on a billboard by the highway exit. “I’ll be damned,” Johnny muttered, not believing his eyes. He couldn’t help adding, “Nice rack.”

      Now, wouldn’t that give the residents of this nasty town something to gossip about when they woke up this morning? Yessir, the townsfolk of this warm, syrupy burg—as falsely sweet as a sugarcoated lemon drop—would glance out the window while munching their corn flakes and behold a pair of snow-capped mountains standing over the interstate. Because from here, the white tassels barely covering the five-foot-in-diameter nipples did indeed resemble snow.

      Lester continued to pay silent, drooling homage to the fleshy hills glistening in the morning sun. Finally, he whispered, “Whaddaya suppose it’s for?”

      Johnny shrugged. “Haven’t you heard? Sex sells. It could be advertising anything from toothpaste to Viagra.”

      “Nah, it wouldn’t work,” Les said with a snicker. “One look at that and a man’d realize he don’t need Viagra.”

      Personally, Johnny hadn’t needed to be titillated by pinups, magazine centerfolds or Victoria’s Secret catalogues in oh, about forever. Nope, it had been the real thing or nothing since he was fourteen and a girl named Cherry Hilliard had lived up to every one of those “on top of Cherry Hill” jokes he’d heard whispered about her in the locker room.

      Darn shame Cherry had found religion and married Reverend Smith. Cherry Smith just didn’t have quite the same ring to it.

      “One way to find out.” Lester reached for the passenger side door handle of Johnny’s SUV. “Let’s go check ’er out.”

      “I can’t. I’ve got to drive down to Bradenton for a meeting. Besides, you have another customer,” Johnny said as he watched Fred Willis, a local deputy who Johnny had gone to high school with, turn his squad car into the station.

      Fred had apparently noticed the breasts, too. He was paying no attention to his driving, and almost clipped Johnny’s back fender as he pulled up a few inches from the pump. His ancient, dingy tan squad car gave a rusty belch as it shook, rattled and rolled to a stop. “You see that?” he yelled from the window.

      “You bet…let’s go!” Lester dashed around

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