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ago, the McClouds and their friends rescued little Sveti Ardova from
ruthless organ traffickers. Now she’s all grown up, and getting
into some scorching trouble of her own . . .
risks ex-cop Sam Petrie has taken have turned his life into a train
wreck. So he has nothing to lose by doubling down as the elusive
Svetlana Ardova’s unwanted bodyguard on her ill-advised trip to
Italy. Her crusade against modern slavery has blazoned a bullseye on
her chest, but when one of the death threats against her almost hits
the mark, Sam’s protective instincts go into overdrive. Every
lethal obstacle and trap they encounter ups the stakes—and the
undeniable heat between them.
they’re spiraling in on a deadly and explosive secret—one that
could either redeem them or destroy them … and the closer they get,
the shorter the fuse …
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to?" he persisted. If this was going to be the definitive
crotch-kick of reality, then bring it on.
gaze dropped. He waited.
not involved with him at all," he said.
told you," she said. "We're good friends."
it doesn't bug you that he was fondling the wait staff."
not anymore," she said softly. "I've known for a long time
that he doesn't have feelings for me that I'd, um. Hoped."
Sveti had hoped, and the guy hadn't delivered the goods? God.
Cattrall must be brain damaged, not to hit on that.
was touching you as if you were lovers," he said. "But
you're not a ass-grab kind of girl. You asked him to do that for my
benefit. He was a safe date, in case I came to smoke you out. Your
color rose. "Wow, Petrie. You may be surprised to learn this,
but you are not, in fact, the center of all my thoughts."
me if I'm right," he persisted, though he was already sure.
out of my way!" She tried to push past him, toward the door.
grabbed her. He knew he shouldn't, but the part of him that knew had
no say. The rest of him clamped onto her, nerves janging at the sweet
shock of contact. Her heat and scent overwhelmed his senses, laced up
into that tight cage of crimson satin. Straining away from him.
Provoking a dangerous, animal urge to drag her close. Pin her down.
me go, Petrie," she said. "Or I start to scream."
treat me like I'm a criminal lowlife, out to rape and pillage,"
he said. "I'm one of the good guys, Sveti."
she muttered. "There are no good guys."
all bad, then? You lump me in with Arbatov? Zhoglo?"
mention of the two mafiya Vors energized her struggle. He clamped her
tighter against his body. Her heartbeat was so frantic and birdlike.
She felt so fragile. But she wasn't.
can't believe we're talking about my love life, when that monster is
in the ballroom with my friends and their kids eating tempura dipped
zucchini flowers! He's committed horrible crimes against innocents!"
not the only one who tries to protect the innocent."
sniffed. "Yes, of course. The police are so very noble."
waited for a moment. "Not fair," he said quietly. "We
looked down, abashed. "That is true, and I apologize," she
said. "This is silly, Sam. I promise, I won't be rude to the
criminals. I won't get myself or anyone else killed. Let go. Please.
I'll be good."
was trying sweet reason. Who cared. She may have gotten a handle on
her self control, but he most definitely had not.
did not slacken as he put words to the thought forming in his head.
"You know what your problem is, Sveti?"She tilted a winged dark brow.
"I imagine you're going to tell me?"
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McKenna is the NYT bestselling author of over ten action packed,
turbocharged romantic thrillers, among which are the stories of the
wildly popular McCloud series. She loves tough and heroic alpha
males, heroines with the brains and guts to match them, villains who
challenge them to their utmost, adventure, scorching sensuality, and
most of all, the redemptive power of true love. Since she was small
she has loved abandoning herself to the magic of a good book, and her
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Length: 416 pages
Date: January 27, 2015