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The Hero:
Lane’s out for justice. He witnessed a horrible crime, the murder of Devin’s parents. So, he agrees to pretend to go into the Federal Witness Protection Program to set up and capture a mole within the ranks of the FBI. In the process, he finds himself captured…and captivated.
The Heroine:
Devin’s out for revenge. Her parents were murdered, and the only man who can help her avenge them just happens to be the most gorgeous hunk of a man she’s ever seen. She joins forces with Lane, pretending to be on the run from the mole’s hit men, but really they’ve set a trap…and Devin's become entrapped…by Lane.
The Villain:
The mole. He wants revenge, too, but for a different reason. Lane captured a hit on film, one his father arranged, and now the mole wants to make sure Lane never makes it to the witness stand to testify. Even if he has to kill Devin, too.
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PRINT ISBN 1-60154-248-8
(240 pages) Spicy
Excerpt
The tension inside the tent was palpable. You could've cut it with a knife, Devin thought, realizing she could smell Lane's masculine scent even stronger now, lying on her back. His cologne filled her nostrils, assailing her senses. She wanted to feel him, taste him. But she held back, knowing nothing good could come of a summer romance, a fling, a one-night stand, or anything else that might develop with Lane. Besides, she tried to convince herself once again, it'd be cheating. On Lucas. Something she didn't take lightly.
But, oh, how she wanted to reach out to Lane. Her body had a mind of its own, and her willpower was nearly losing out. Her breathing became erratic, shallow, as her traitorous, needy body ached for the man beside her.
She thought of how hard and safe his muscled chest had felt as he'd carried her into the motel room after she'd been hit by the car, as if she were lighter than a feather. Then she flushed, remembering his gentle touch as his lips had brushed hers, oh so tenderly, almost as if he'd been treasuring her, and holding himself back. Then she remembered how he'd taken control, and she'd let him, and liked it.
Her body throbbed and pulsated now, moisture pooling between her legs as she thought of the passionate interlude in the bar, when she'd kissed him, looking deeply into those magnificent eyes.
Lord, it was going to be a long night.
