Last Resort




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ISBN Digital: 978-1-61217-666-6
ISBN Print: 978-1-60154-925-9
Page Count: 282
Word Count: 75000
Rating: Sensual (PG-PG13)


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Corporate fixer Rena Gordon needs to wrench a Canadian resort out of the red in time for the Canadian-American Winter Games—but employees bent on sabotage are blocking her every move. When her loose-cannon sister arrives after being kicked out of yet another school, Rena must face the past she's worked so hard to hide, while fighting her attraction to a local fishing guide.

CIA agent Neal Jackson is undercover as a fishing guide to find terrorists at Big Bay. He needs Rena's confidence to access her employee files without exposing his identity, but despite his vow to keep a professional distance, his feelings for her are anything but businesslike.

Caught between vengeful employees, a sister who likes to party, and a hot CIA agent—Rena’s corporate training didn't prepare her for this. Can she trust her instincts to save the people and resort she's grown to love?

Rating: Sensual
Page Count: 282
Word Count 75000
Print ISBN: 1-60154-925-3

Excerpt:

Something was wrong…

Her eyes snapped open, startling him. “So let me get this right. You look into the fraud thing with an eye open to my sabotage problems. I don’t interact with you, even though you have access to all my documents and computer programs. You do all this work in secret while we show the world we can’t get along. I’m not allowed to tell a soul about our arrangement.” She took a breath. “Have I got it right?”

“Well said.” Neal trailed his fingers down her neck to the bathrobe collar, wishing he could see her in silks again. Better: in the bikini. Best: in nothing.

“I hate it.”

“Yeah. But it’s my way to keep you safe and your reputation intact.”

She took his hands and gazed at them, seeming to search for answers by the feel of her hands in his. “I hardly know you, Neal. The risk...the trust…”

“Uh-huh.”

“I have trouble thinking straight when you’re around.” She raised her eyes to his. “I think more clearly when you’re gone,” she said, placing her hands on his chest. “But I feel...I’m more alive when you’re here, especially when I can touch you.” She shook her head and gently thumbed his lips. “I have this crazy need to make you smile.”

“Right now I’d settle for undoing the knot on you bathrobe.”

She laughed.

God, he wished he didn’t have to get serious. “Rena.”

“Hmm?”

“Something’s very wrong here at Big Bay. I can feel it, but I can’t find it.”




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