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Amanda Emerson must break her cousin, a notorious double agent, out of a Confederate prison before his imminent execution. She’s a skilled Union operative, but for this mission, she needs a man. Even a man who looks and acts like a Viking warrior.
Caught with Rebel battle plans and set for a hanging, Union spy Steve Dunham isn’t about to refuse the assistance of the sable-haired beauty who shows up at the jail and slips him the keys to his cell. Of course, she’s there for a reason besides saving his neck - he’s the key to her plan.
He may be trading one noose for another, but he won’t forsake her. The spoils of his victory will be her surrender. And the terms of surrender will be sweet.
(Pages 294) Spicy
ISBN: 1-60154-843-5
Excerpt:
Steve’s mouth curved in a smile so decidedly improper, her blood warmed in her veins.
“I’ll be damned if I won’t spend my last minutes on this earth holding a pretty girl.”
“Your last minutes will probably be about sixty years from now.”
He came to her then and enfolded her against his long, warm body. He dragged in a breath. “If you tell me to let you go, I will.” His soft rasp unleashed a shiver all the way to her toes.
She should insist he release her. She should push him away and slap his cheek and display every bit of indignant fury she could muster.
The trouble was, Amanda couldn’t muster any fury. Not so much as a twinge. The feel of his powerful arms around her was so perfect, so right, she didn’t think she’d ever want him to release her. Food. Sleep. Nothing mattered. Only the sensation of being held so close she felt his heart pound, strong and vital and every bit as affected by the merging of their body heat as she was.
“Tell me to stop, Amanda.” His words were a husky plea.
She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. To do so would be such a blatant lie, Amanda couldn’t form the words on her lips. The subtle scents of leather and whiskey and soap filled her senses. The sleek hardness of powerful muscles beneath her fingertips stirred her most basic instincts. Strength flexing beneath her fingertips. Strength he’d used to protect her. Strength he tethered tightly each time he touched her with such gentleness, she craved the sensation of his hands on her skin.
So she kissed him.
