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An innocent in the crossfire . . .

FBI agent Jack Holland broke every rule in the book falling for the girlfriend of Angelo Cabrini, son of a New Jersey mob boss. But even if Callie Lansing’s relationship to Angelo was actually a cover and her heart was free, her relationship with Jack put both of their lives at risk. Nothing, though, could make Jack regret the liaison that led to the birth of their son, Jonathan.

After Angelo discovered Callie’s pregnancy, he went after Jack and wound up dead. Now Jack is on the run with a target on his back. The only thing keeping Callie and Jonathan safe is the mob boss’s belief that the baby is his grandchild. But if Victor Cabrini discovers the truth before Jack can put him behind bars, it could mean death for his sweet covert family. . . .

 

Early praise for Running Target

“Thrilling . . . Lemor once again features a dynamite protagonist who’s easily relatable, and her talent for incorporating romance and forgiveness against the odds makes Running Target even more enticing.” —RT Book Reviews, 4 Stars

“Ms. Lemor has delivered a scintillating read in this book where the chemistry was riveting; the secondary characters entertained me just as much as the main ones; and the ending took me completely by surprise.” ~ Book Magic Book Reviews

“Running Target is about finding one’s way back home. It’s about beating the odds when it seems like everything is going against you. And most importantly, it’s about family. I would recommend this for readers who enjoy their romance mixed with a light level of suspense.” ~Harlequin Junkie

Excerpt:

An infant’s cry broke the stillness of the maternity ward as Jack crept through the hallway. He looked toward the nursery. Should he go there first or to where Callie was? The room was less risky and he needed to see her. Assure himself she was okay.

The door was ajar so he slipped through, closing it enough to allow a sliver of light to filter in. He made out the petite shape of the sleeping woman then saw the bassinet next to her. His breath left his body. The baby was here with her.

Stepping closer, he looked down on the clear container, the blue tag proclaiming this child to be a boy. Squinting in the dim light, he read the words. Mother’s name: Callina Lansing. Baby: Jonathan.

Jonathan. She’d named the baby after him. A lump clogged his throat. A son. Damn. He had a son and wouldn’t be able to get to know him, see him grow, share in his life. This fucking world was too cruel at times.

He shouldn’t take the chance but he needed to hold him. It was vital that he touch the life he and Callie had created. He wanted—no needed—to let his child know how much he loved him. The powerful emotion emanated from his heart even as he gazed down at the tiny figure. How could love grow this fast? His first glimpse was only a second ago. Now the feeling consumed him.

Reaching down, he stroked the side of his son’s face. The baby turned his head, his bow-shaped lips opening slightly. Jack’s heart beat faster. The protective instincts that had always come into play when he was around Callie, throbbed to life and expanded as he gazed at the sweet face of his son. Heat like an electric storm surged through his blood. How could he protect this child in his current situation? He’d bring more danger upon him if he hung around. Eight months of running, trying to escape the long arm of Victor Cabrini, had shown him what hell was. Now he glimpsed a small piece of heaven.

He slid his hands under the infant, lifting him from the bed to hold him close. Jonathan barely weighed anything. His heart constricted yet again. The innocent baby scent wafted into his nostrils and he blinked back the moisture filling his eyes. The reaction was primitive and territorial. This was his son.

Their child’s eyes opened but no cry erupted so Jack relaxed. It shook him to the core knowing Callie had named the baby after him. After deserting her she had every right to hate him. As much as he hated himself. Leaving her hadn’t been in his plans but the choice had been ripped away from him. It had taken a while to recover from the stabbing. Then the fuck-up by the Bureau had happened.

He stared again at the unfocused eyes of his son, his forehead touching that of the infant’s. Kissing his face, he absorbed every little facet he could. Who knew if he’d ever see him again.

Gazing at the sleeping woman, her innocent face relaxed in slumber, caused more pain to rip through his heart. Her dark hair, streaked with natural reds and golds, was a riot of curls that framed her peaceful face. Long lashes fanned over high cheekbones, highlighting the lovely structure of her eyes. His beautiful Calico Cat.

Had the pregnancy and labor been hard? She must have looked amazing, all round and filled with his child. Regret tore through him, anger warring with that emotion. Anger that his life had been stolen from him. He’d been fighting to get it back, but didn’t seem any closer now than he’d been eight months ago.

Jonathan let out a small mewing sound and Jack snuggled him close. “I’m right here, pal. I might not be around much but I wanted to let you know…I love you very much.” His voice cracked with emotion. “I’m your Dad.”

He had a son. Was now a father. But he couldn’t be a father—not in the way that it mattered. He’d swore he’d be better than his dad. But this—he’d be worse. As it began to sink in, his hands shook with the enormity of the situation.

A noise from Callie drew his eyes to the bed. She shouldn’t see him. It was too dangerous. Still he wasn’t ready to give up holding his son quite yet. You might as well rip his heart from his chest and throw it on the floor.

 

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Blurb:

 

With the purchase of a darling little house on the Washington coast, Laura Nichols took decisive control of her life. The dramatic ocean vistas are the only type of drama she’s willing to allow in her life these days. As a bonus, small towns are toxic to power hungry alpha males. Clean salt air, blue skies, and wet sand stuck to the soles of her feet sound like heaven.

 

Pity no one told her heaven comes with an expiration label that closely resembles the toe tag on a John Doe. Or that the chief of police in her sleepy town would be more alpha, and far more irresistible, than any Gucci suit wearing date she’d suffered through in Olympia. And if her high-ranking political family finds out about the attempts on her life, a security detail will be camped out in her living room. But hey, what’s a little attempted murder between friends?

 

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Nate opened the screen door, stepped inside and her small foyer shrank. He stood a head taller than the shorter officer, with the thick, muscled body of a defensive linebacker. Not handsome exactly, which made it difficult to understand why she couldn’t tear her gaze free. Could have something to do with the way danger and magnetic appeal wrapped around his broad shoulders like a super hero’s cape.

Nate’s gaze was decidedly cool. “I don’t see any children, Kev.”

Aloof and deep, his voice penetrated her defenses, a one-ton diesel truck idling in the drive; power, masculinity, freedom… raw virility in its truest form. A flush warmed her skin, her body softening in subtle submission.

Inhaling deeply, she watched him take her in from the tip of her bright red toenails to the top of her mussed hair. For all the emotion he showed, she could have been a bag of potato chips on a store shelf. Laura’s spine snapped straight as she shook off the haze of attraction, fisted her hands at her sides and narrowed her eyes.

“I’m Chief Nathaniel Sterling with the Long Beach Police Department. You’re Miss Nichols?” At her nod, he flipped open the front of his tweed blazer to reveal the butt of a very large black gun. He slipped his thumbs into his front pockets, splaying long fingers across the front of dark trousers and glanced down her hall. His eyes narrowed, turning his expression darker, more formidable, as it returned to her. “Want to tell me what happened tonight?”

No, I thought we could play a little guessing game.

“Do I have a choice?” Yeah, intimidation had never worked well on her.

He arched a dark brow.

Neat trick. Did he practice in front of a mirror? She rubbed her forehead and sighed. When had she become such a royal witch? “I’m going to get dressed first.”

A beat passed as once more his hard gaze moved over her like a physical touch, spreading heat through her belly. Every second in his presence notched her awareness up until she wanted to scream. She’d had her fill of controlling, arrogant men. In fact, in moving beyond her family’s sphere of influence, she hoped to find a nice, normal guy—the exact opposite of Chief Sterling, based on the vibes coming off him.

“Sure,” he said. “I’ll wait.”

“Gee, thanks.” Laura spun on her heel and jogged up the steps, feeling his gaze on her the whole way.

*****

Miss Nichols’ simple oversized sleep tee exposed one creamy shoulder, teasingly outlining killer curves when she moved. Nate watched her run up the steps, mesmerized by the flash of smooth legs, gorgeous riot of hair and jiggle of her firm ass. He enjoyed the view, but the spark of sass and irritation he’d seen in her eyes made him hot under the collar.

Usually, something along the lines of light reflecting off a gun barrel was required to snare the entirety of his attention. A woman? Not if he could help it.

 

Bio

 

Angel Nicholas spent her childhood writing angst-ridden poetry and hiding behind romance novels. Now the mother of four children, fiction is still her refuge. Excessive caffeine fuels her typing. The splendors of Idaho inspire her muse. When she’s not torturing her characters, Angel can be found in the nearest coffee shop or shoe store.

 

Find her online: Facebook “Author Angel Nicholas,” Twitter @_AngelNicholas, and on her website at www.angelnicholas.com!

 

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Silence the Northwoods

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A painful past. A wall of icy steel. And an ex from hell.

Could the holidays get any worse? After his dad’s death, Detroit FBI field agent Colton Ramsay had his doubts. His mom’s on hospice and his ex-girlfriend recently married his ex-roommate (and former best friend). Then, the Bureau assigns him to investigate a serial murder in the frozen wastelands of the Upper Peninsula—where snow is measured in feet—there goes the freaking New Year.

Until sexy ski hill manager Kyra Erikkson storms into Colton’s life. Her chestnut curls and baby blues ignite a carnal need within that he’d suppressed long ago—nothing that a well-placed snowbank can’t fix. Fiercely protective of her quintessential, Norman Rockwell-esque town, Kyra hands him a good dose of Yooper-ese along with her schoolmarm-ish ways. As the woman threatens to thaw Colton’s hardened shell, he swears she’ll drive him to a slow death…or into the sauna.

When Colton discovers her dangerous past, protecting Kyra and her adorable five-year-old son is more important than the case. They need him, and he needs Kyra’s love. Can he lower his walls once and for all to let Kyra melt his icy heart?

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Coming June 27, 2017 from Lyrical Underground
DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS
Book Two in the A Likely Story Series
from AJ Nuest


Revenge might be cold . . .


Xander Dade has a deep-seated regret, and the nomadic decade he’s spent doling out justice as a computer hacker hasn’t helped ease his conscience. Ever since Charlie McGovern was asked to leave the specialized revenge-for-hire business called Dirty Deeds, the curvy blonde bombshell has been stuck in his head. And now that the talented thief is being stalked by a dangerous enemy, Xander isn’t about to let her slip through his fingers—not when he’s so close to convincing her she belongs in his bed . . .


But desire is a dish best served hot


Caught in a high-stakes game of cat and mouse, Charlie won’t be surrendering her secrets any time soon. Not even when long-lost friend, Xander Dade, shows up, packing a sexy agenda all his own. Her movements are being tracked, and accepting his help may put everyone she loves in danger. Things are getting too hot to handle, and selling her secrets to the highest bidder may end up costing more than her heart . . .

 
~ * ~
 

Well. Her shoulders hiked to
around her ears as she filled her lungs. Dropped in a hard shrug as she firmly
exhaled. Not a heartbeat later, a smile teased the corner of her mouth, and she
nearly chuckled. Whoever he was, she had to hand it to the guy. He’d just saved
her a Himalayan-sized heap of trouble. Starting now, she owed him a huge round
of thanks for his help.

 
He descended the steps as she
strode those last few feet toward her building. Geez, he had to top out
somewhere around six-four. Broad shoulders, trim hips. Rolling, sexy swagger in
his gait.
 
And dinner. At the very least,
she owed him her thanks and dinner.
 
The form-fitted stretch of a
white thermal shirt peeked through the unbuttoned sides of his red plaid
button-down and leather jacket, and her brow twitched at the thought of
exploring those cut ridges and slopes with her tongue.
 
Yowza. And if he played his cards
right, possibly an invitation to spend the night.
 
A five o’clock shadow covered his
jaw, the scruff a thick sandy brown, and framed a pair of lips that had been
molded by some evil entity with the sole purpose of shutting down a woman’s
brain.
 
Good God. Talk about an eyegasm. That
fantastic mouth had chew toy written all over it.
 
“So, yeah. That was pretty
impressive. Thanks for—” She locked onto his gaze and withdrew a step, her jaw hanging
off its hinge like the broken gate the super refused to fix by the fire escape.
Only one person she’d ever met had eyes that rivaled the clear, aquamarine
warmth of the Caribbean Sea, but there was no
way
he’d shown up in her part of town. “X-ray?”
 
The left corner of that luscious
mouth slid up in a lopsided grin, and she sputtered, shaking her head. Dear
God, it was him. She would’ve known
that heart-stopping smile anywhere.
 
“Hey, Chuck.” He ate up the
remaining space in one relaxed, easy stride. “It’s good to see you. Sorry for
stopping by unannounced.”
 
What in all the sweet holy
hotness was he doing here? She
snapped her mouth shut, her brain tripping over itself to catch up. Those were
his eyes, all right, and that was most definitely the lethal tilted smile she’d
always thought was so darn cute. But the rest of him did not resemble the same gawky teenager she’d left standing in
Malcolm’s front hallway ten years ago.
 
Heck, given the two-year age gap
between them, back then, she’d always kinda considered him her geeky, klutzy
version of a kid brother.
 
Well, not anymore. Whatever tread
climber he’d been dating, the pendulum had officially swung the other way.
“Trust me when I say it’s not a problem.”


Genre:  Romantic Suspense
Heat Rating: 4 Flames
Release Date: June 27, 2017
Author: AJ Nuest
 
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Coming Soon from Lyrical Underground
Dirty Deeds
A Likely Story by AJ Nuest
An Eye for an Eye

As owner of Dirty Deeds, a tech-savvy company specializing in the age-old art of revenge, Eden Smith knows first-hand that secrecy is critical. But when a dead body washes up on the shores of Lake Michigan clutching her business card, Eden’s well-constructed world begins to fall apart. Apparently, she’s not the only one with a passion for payback, and staying alive to outsmart a killer has become her most important job of all. 

Game for a Game

Hardened homicide detective Kelly Riordan is convinced Eden Smith is hiding more than she’s willing to admit. Years on the force have taught him that nothing is what it seems, and that couldn’t be truer than when it comes to investigating the alluring owner of a revenge-for-hire business. But revealing her past could put everything Eden has worked for in jeopardy. And trusting a man like Riordan goes against the very instincts that have kept her alive this long.

Book one in the highly-anticipated



Kelly’s phone chirped, and he frowned, slipping it from the
pocket of his jeans. A glance at the caller ID, and he jerked to attention.
“Holy shit.”

 
He knew that number. It’d been the bane of existence for the
past forty-eight hours.
 
Archer lifted his brows. “Problem?”
 
Holding up his hand, Kelly thumbed the screen. Whether or
not this call qualified as a problem was still up for grabs. “Riordan.”
 
“I heard you’ve been looking for me, Detective.” The voice
was female, soft, held a slight hint of humor. Yep. He raked his hand through
his hair. This was gonna be a problem, all right. “I hope you don’t mind that I
called.”
 
His brows jacked toward his hairline. Mind that she
called?
What the hell was she trying to pull? For Christ’s sake, the woman
had not only located his private number, she’d dialed it and then acted like
calling him was no big deal. Meanwhile, he’d only spent the last two days
driving himself nuts trying to figure out her loca—
 
His eyes slammed shut. But, of course, she already knew
that. Which could only mean she also knew his efforts at trying to find her had
resulted in a dead end. So she’d called him. A power play to
establish right from the get-go exactly who was in charge.
 
Nice move, Dirty Deeds. Bitchy, but nice.
 
“Are you there? Maybe I’ve called at a bad time. If you
want, I can always—”
 
“No, no, I’m here.” He locked onto Archer and wrote an invisible
line through the air, signaling for him to get some paper and a pen. Kelly
cleared his throat. “How can I help you, Miss…?”
 
She laughed. Smooth, low. Like a shot of barrel-aged whiskey
had just slid down her throat. “I think the question you meant to ask is how
can I help you.”
 
Dammit. Huge problem. Huge, huge problem. Not to mention,
she seemed to be enjoying this game she’d cooked up. A game she played without
giving him the parameters. “Had I known it would be this easy to get your
assistance, I would’ve started asking questions about you a long time ago.”
 
It was a stupid thing to say since he hadn’t even known she
existed until Monday night, but based on the way her husky laugh brushed his
ear like a feather, she got the point.
 
“Very good, Detective. At ten o’clock tonight, I’ll be at 17
South State Street on the twenty-first floor, room 4-B. I’ll give you ten
minutes.” She paused. “Funny, I was about to say come alone, but I know you
won’t. Besides, that sounds corny. Even for me.”
 
The line disconnected.
 
Kelly lowered the phone and stared at the screen. On
impulse, he hit *69 to dial back the number, but a weird busy signal repeatedly
beeped in his ear. Yep. He’d just been spanked and, at the same time, something
about her… 



Damn, the woman had him intrigued.

Genre: Romantic Suspense
Heat Rating: 4 Flames
Publication Date: January 31, 2017
Publisher:  Lyrical Underground
Author: AJ Nuest 
 
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Death is preferable to what awaits in her forgotten past…

Coffee is the only thing standing between Grace Debry and a straight-jacket since she gave up swearing in honor of her foster mom. A rash of break-ins make her wonder if caffeine is enough. Especially when the notes left behind make it personal. Her brand-spanking new life is more nightmare than dream-come-true.

All Matthew Duncan has wanted since hiring Grace is to have her in his passenger seat, his arms, and his bed. As they grow closer, the feisty brunette proves to be a handful—one Matt is happy to hold. He’s determined to give her the happily ever after she stopped believing in years ago. Unfortunately for Grace, it will take more than Matt’s considerable resolve to keep her safe.

Three’s a crowd—not that he cares. Every move she makes, every breath she takes … he’s watching. Waiting to reclaim what he lost.

Angel Nicholas pens another wildly passionate romantic suspense with Dying for Love.

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Her phone rang before she made her escape. She cocked a hip on the desk and answered.

“Grace?” a soft female voice enquired. “Grace Debry?”

“This is she.”

“The same Grace Debry who used to live with the Wells in Indiana?”

Straightening, Grace frowned. “Who is this?”

“You probably don’t remember me, dear. This is Mrs. Growsky from next door. You used to come over and help with my flower beds.”

“Of course I remember! How are you? Is everything okay? How did you find me? Oh, Mr. Wells has my information. How are you?”

She had fond memories of Mrs. Growsky. Hot summer days and warm fragrant dirt between her fingers. She had relaxed and shared thoughts she never would have dared otherwise. Mrs. Growsky had been a wonderful confidante and encouraging mentor during her high-school years. “Oh, I’m fine. How are you?”

“Great. My job here is great, I love my place and I have wonderful neighbors.” She had wanted to keep in touch, but knew better. When Laura died, she’d severed ties.

Mrs. Growsky calling out of the blue tightened her stomach.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m calling. To tell you the truth, I debated long and hard about this. I’ve had your new phone number and address for ages, you know. I knew you were uncomfortable with me asking to stay in contact, but I wanted to know you were doing okay after you left.”
Grace furiously blinked back tears. Of course, Matt chose that moment to walk through her door. One look at her face and he shut the door behind him, frowning. He reached for the phone. Unable to speak over the emotion clogging her throat, she shook her head. He sat on the edge of a chair. All this time, Laura’s neighbor had watched over her.

Mrs. Growsky sighed. “Some strange things have been going on. Since they seem to involve you, I had to warn you.”

Warm fuzzies banished to Neverland, Grace’s nerves tightened again. “Warn me?”

“Yes, dear. I’m sorry to alarm you, but… Well…”

“Please. Just tell me.”

“Darrell Wells was murdered last week.”

“What?” Her gaze flew to Matt. He was by her side in an instant. He tried to take the phone from her, but she jerked free and very carefully lowered herself into her chair.

“Well, he was actually murdered about a week earlier, but no one discovered the poor man until that nice sheriff came along.” She hmm’d softly. “Where did he say he was from?”

“Why would anyone want to hurt Mr. Wells? He kept to himself to such an extent he was practically a hermit. Without Laura around, he probably became exactly that. What happened?”

“I don’t know, dear. Several people have been asking about you, though.”

She dropped her head to the desk, vaguely aware of Matt rubbing her back and murmuring…something. Oh, he still wanted the phone.

“What?” Her brain felt fuzzy.

“A man came by two weeks ago. Last I saw, he was headed to the Wells’ house.”

“Looking for me?” she repeated faintly.

“Yes. Then, a little over a week later, that nice sheriff stopped by. He asked about you too. He showed me a picture of your mother. My goodness, you’re her spitting image. I knew right away he was talking about you.”

Goosebumps chased one another across her skin. “He had a picture of my mother?”

She’d never seen a picture of her mother. The foster-system workers had explained there’d been nothing with her when she was brought to them. Yet some stranger had a photo. Of her mother. She couldn’t seem to wrap her mind around that.

“She was beautiful. What a shame she died so young. You really are her mirror image, dear. I could have been looking at a photo of you. Of course, I knew it wasn’t you because the photo was old and worn. The clothing styles weren’t right either. And her hair, my goodness. No, I can’t imagine you doing that to your beautiful hair. All those glorious curls, and your mother chopped them so short.” She tsked. “A crime, that’s what it is. You’re still wearing yours long, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

Mrs. Growsky had always rambled. Not that she was going to complain when she was rambling about a mother Grace had never laid eyes on. At least, not that she could recall. Obviously, she’d seen her as an infant. Now she was rambling. In her thoughts. Which seemed worse, somehow. She shook off some of the numbness.

“Do the police have any leads on Mr. Wells’ murder?”

“I couldn’t say. They wouldn’t talk about that with me. They interviewed me about the man who’d been by a few weeks ago. I cooperated, I assure you. Told them everything I could remember about him and what we talked about.”

“I’m sure you were very helpful. Would you mind telling me?”

“Of course, dear. I rather thought you’d like to know, seeing as how he asked about you. I even wrote down all the details. Let’s see. Where did I put it?” Paper rustled. “He was a tall man, taller than my Lawrence was, making him over six feet, I would guess. Shaggy dark-blonde hair, which I know for a fact he colors. He was in his fifties. No man his age would still have blonde hair.” Her little sniff of disapproval brought an unwitting smile. “Blue eyes and a strong nose. Had an athletic build too. One of those men who played some sport when he was younger and kept active as he aged. My Lawrence was like that, you know.”

Grace was peripherally aware of Matt staring at her. She wrapped the phone cord around her finger. “I do remember you telling me that. What else do you remember? What did he want to know?”

“Well, I can tell you, I didn’t like him. Despite his movie-star good looks, something was off, if you know what I mean. I’d say he has a mean streak. So I played dumb. Said I remembered seeing a black-haired, green-eyed little girl staying with my neighbors for a while, but you hadn’t been around in a long time. He wanted to know where you are now. Far as I knew, you hadn’t stayed in touch after you left. Told him about Laura dying too and how Darrell hadn’t been involved with you children. I assured him Darrell wouldn’t know anything about any of you, but he insisted on talking to him anyway.” She sighed. “I do wish I’d done something. I knew nothing good could come of it. I feel so bad about Darrell dying all alone like that.”

“It is not your fault. I doubt you could have done anything for Mr. Wells, but you’ve been very helpful to me. And the police too, I’m sure. Thank you so much for calling. I’m sorry I didn’t stay in touch with you. I just… I didn’t…” She bit the tender underside of her thumb. Nobody cared about her issues.

“Oh, you don’t have to explain, dear. Growing up in foster care is difficult. You don’t expect things to last, especially relationships. I’m always here if you need an ear, though. You remember that.”

“I will. And I promise…” Grace hesitated. Promises weren’t her forte. She avoided them like the plague. Still, Mrs. Growsky deserved that much. She forced the words past the constriction in her throat. “I promise to stay in touch. As a matter of fact, why don’t you give me your address and phone number. I’ve moved a few times and I’m afraid I don’t remember it.”

She flicked a glance at the man hovering protectively when she finally hung up. Approval softened the hard lines of Matt’s face. Why that mattered, she didn’t know. Or didn’t want to know. Same difference.

“Well?”

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He’ll either be her salvation or her ruin…

After five years on the run, Nicky Guimond Everson’s location is exposed, and she’s forced to come out of hiding to keep her son safe. Wary and suspicious, she’ll have to trust a stranger if she is to bring her illegal-arms-dealing ex-husband to justice once and for all. But resisting the arrogant but sexy security specialist isn’t as easy as she first thought.

For Rhy McLean, the mission comes first. The job is his only love, but as he works with Nicky to catch his brother’s killer, her strength and loyalty melt the ice encasing his heart. She’s not at all the woman he expected her to be. But Rhy has a dark secret he’s been keeping from her and everything is at risk if she finds out.

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It only takes one wrong turn to change your life forever.

Witnessing a murder was not on Lacey Maples’s agenda for the evening. Neither was being spotted, caught and cuffed to a cement mixer. So when the perpetrator tries to convince her he’s protecting her, she’s far from convinced. Especially when she sees the twinkle in his eye.

For Alex Petrov, Lacey is a major glitch in an otherwise perfect plan. While his motives are pure, he can’t allow Lacey to interfere before the drug deal goes down in two days’ time, least of all by getting herself killed.

If Alex could reveal his plans to her, he would, but it would only make her position more dangerous. And he’s rapidly discovering he would do almost anything to protect her.

The operation is at stake. That’s all that matters. Lives hang by a thread. And sometimes, when lives hang in the balance, people do the craziest things.

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Georgie Tyler Bio:

Romance is what I read.

Romance is what I write.

Romance is what I love.

A mother of three busy children and an English teacher wasn’t enough of a workload for me, a suburban housewife from Sydney, Australia. I wanted more. I wanted to be an auhor. For many years I thought it was pie in the sky dreaming until one day I sat my butt down and began to write. Really write.

It’s been a steep learning curve at times but with the support of my loving husband and children, family and friends along with the readers who have joined me on this journey, I’m having way too much fun to ever stop!