Sharp Steele Author: E.M. Richmond

Amanda Steele wanted to be a cop, like her dad. Instead she's a Girl Friday for a private investigator.

Then she's asked to go undercover at a high school, as a student to solve a drug problem.

When a student is killed, Amanda has to turn to her father's colleague, Jim Andersen for help.

The two clash swords. Can they work past their differences to solve the case?

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EXCERPT
“I can’t believe you Dad! You seriously want me to work with him? He’s a troglodyte!”
Jim huffed loudly at the word, glowering at her. She smirked at him.
“I’m sorry! Would you prefer another term? How about Neanderthal?” He choked. “Hmm, no, I’m guessing words of more than two syllables would be too much for you to handle. How about caveman?”
Okay, he thought. I don’t have to take this from some jumped-up little princess who thinks she’s better than me simply because her father’s my boss. “Just who the hell do you think you are, little girl?” he said silently, narrowing his eyes at her.
“Bitch!” The word came out before he could even think to filter his language. He shot a glance at his boss, who was just watching them, his gaze moving back and forth as if he was an umpire at a tennis match. He seemed faintly amused as they began to exchange insults.
“Jerk!”
“Brat!” His glare was almost glacial. At least, he hoped so. “You know I might have to work with you, princess, but I sure as hell don’t have to like you.”
Her glare was the opposite, as if she wished she could set him on fire.
“I suppose you think you’re God’s gift!” she growled.
More insults followed. Jim finally turned to look at his boss.
“She can’t do it,” he said. “She’s too immature!”
Amanda huffed loudly in protest, calling him a jerk.
“That the best you can come up with?” he scoffed.
Peter held up his hands as if he was a referee at a fight, forcing them apart before the bickering could devolve any further.
“All right. Cut it out! The pair of you. Before I start knocking some heads together.” He glared at Jim. “Act your age. And stop antagonising her!” He then turned his glare on his daughter. “And you … try to act like a lady, if that’s even possible!”
Amanda spluttered, trying to act as if none of this was her fault. Her father continued to glare at her.
“I mean it, Amanda. This is not going to be a walk-in-the-park. Most girls your age wouldn’t even dream of getting an opportunity like this and I’m not going to let you blow it because you can’t work with the man I’ve asked to keep you safe. So you do as you’re told and stop whining!”
Fuming, Amanda glared at Jim, who glared back, arms folded. Sighing, Pete walked out, leaving them to it. Jim looked at her. Amanda stood in the middle of the room, a stubborn look on her face. He huffed and started to follow his boss out the door, then paused to look back at her.
“By the way, a troglodyte is a cave dweller, not a caveman. There’s a difference. If you’re going to insult someone, get your definitions right.”
Amanda snorted. “Potayto potahto.”