Tara Holloway might be having a bad hair day. Or month. But she's got eyes in the back of her head...and when it comes to taxes, no one's going to leap through a loophole on her watch! When you're an agent for the IRS, it's always tax time. And this season, Tara is up to her neck in work with two very knotty cases. One involves a charismatic minister who's using his mega-church as a tax shelter. The other is a crazy militant who's trying to turn Texas into a separate country. With her boyfriend out of town and her partner reassigned, Tara is on her own-and things are getting hairy. If dealing with the Lone Star State isn't enough, Tara has other new issues to take into account: There's a sexy new agent named Nick, who's got her head in the clouds...and Tara's boss, Lu, who's having a hair problem of epic proportions: not even her Chinese contraband industrial-strength hairspray is enough to keep her signature strawberry blonde beehive from falling flat. Can Tara help Lu find a wig-and keep from wigging out over Nick? Love, updos, taxes-this time, Tara's got a whole lot of kinks to iron out...
Mary Hughes had walked the entire length of the long dock at Anchorage,Alaska. Now, having rounded a great pile of merchandise, tents, tractors,groceries, hammers, axes, and boxes of chocolate bars she came quitesuddenly upon the oddest little man she had ever seen. Even for a girl inher late teens, Mary was short and slender. This man was no larger thanshe."A Japanese," she thought as her surprised eyes took in his tight-fittingblack suit, his stiff collar and bright tie. "But no, a Jap wouldn't looklike that." She was puzzled and curious. At that particular moment, shehad nothing to do but indulge her curiosity.Together with hundreds of other "home-seekers"--she smiled as she thoughtof herself as a home-seeker--she had been dumped into the bleak Arcticmorning. Some of the goods that were being hoisted by a long steel cranefrom the depths of a ship, belonged to Mary, to Mark her brother, and toFlorence Huyler her cousin. There was, for the time, nothing they coulddo about that. So--