Navy SEAL Sean MacKay's teammate is murdered after stealing a deadly nerve-gas formula from Syrian terrorists. Naval Intelligence believes MacKay's teammate was a traitor and shipped the stolen formula to his sister in the states for safekeeping. MacKay is given orders to find the sister before the terrorists do and to retrieve the stolen formula at all costs.
Foreclosure looms for Cory Rigatero as she fights to keep her rustic resort near Mt. St. Helens afloat after her brother deserted her to join the SEAL Teams. Cory's whole world dives into a tailspin when Sean MacKay shows up at her resort with the news of her brother's death and the wild suspicion her brother may have sent her traitorous classified documents. No way will Cory trust MacKay -- the man who once seduced her and then vanished into the night without a trace.
“Will you be careful with the sheriff too?” Mac asked.
“Why? Dane isn’t dangerous.”
“How do you know?”
“Because he protects everyone else.”
“That’s different,” Mac argued.
“How?”
“He’s after you. Who protects you from him?” he asked, growing indignant.
“Dane’s not after me,” she teased, trying to lighten the atmosphere sparking between them.
“Right, and Bunny’s not after me.”
That restoked Cory’s ire. “It’s a free country. If Bunny’s after you, you’re welcome to her.”
“And you’re welcome to Tyler, is that it?” he growled.
No, that wasn’t it, but he’d brought up Bunny and touched off Cory’s temper all over again. The two of them were arguing like a boyfriend and girlfriend, but the gorgeous man trifling with her was a complete stranger. Almost. So why did he feel like anything but a stranger? She had no answer for that.
Distance. That’s what she needed. Time to think this through before she made another disastrous mistake. One in her life had been enough.
“Sure. Why not?” she answered him, trying to sound nonchalant. “Like I said, it’s a free—”
His lips silenced hers. The moment his mouth touched hers, she was lost in the irresistible scent and taste of him once again. He devoured her mouth as though he wanted to become part of her. No gentle kiss this.
Her hands roamed up his broad chest and caressed his hard, roughened muscles. She felt him shudder. Amazed she held the power to create such a reaction in this strong unyielding man, she fisted her hands into the curls at his nape. The low growl deep in his throat rewarded her efforts, and he crushed her tighter still, his arms banded around her back as though he intended to squeeze all thoughts of Dane from her mind.
She leaned back only enough for much-needed air, and the sensual fog retreated. Coherent thought tried to regain purchase. Enough so, she felt the need to explain her . . . desire.
“I don’t usually . . . I mean, I barely know . . .” She took a deep breath and tried again. “I’m not sure why . . .”
“I know why.” He smiled against her lips. “I feel it too.”
Dropping all pretense of playfulness to the wayside, he took her mouth hungrily, like a starving man pouncing on the chief entrΓ©e at Sunday brunch buffet.
Need, hot and hard, spiked through her, and Cory reveled in the tingles buzzing up and down her spine. Tingles she hadn’t experienced in years. Tingles she had feared no other man’s kiss would ever give her. She rejoiced in their reappearance, previously buried with long-repressed emotions, and she wrapped her arms around Mac to center herself, fearful she’d fly off into the atmosphere so charged were all her nerve endings.
Even on that fateful night on this same lakeshore so many years ago, when she’d crossed an invisible line with a different guy, she had never been kissed like this. This was a man’s kiss. A hungry man, a powerful man.
“Why? Dane isn’t dangerous.”
“How do you know?”
“Because he protects everyone else.”
“That’s different,” Mac argued.
“How?”
“He’s after you. Who protects you from him?” he asked, growing indignant.
“Dane’s not after me,” she teased, trying to lighten the atmosphere sparking between them.
“Right, and Bunny’s not after me.”
That restoked Cory’s ire. “It’s a free country. If Bunny’s after you, you’re welcome to her.”
“And you’re welcome to Tyler, is that it?” he growled.
No, that wasn’t it, but he’d brought up Bunny and touched off Cory’s temper all over again. The two of them were arguing like a boyfriend and girlfriend, but the gorgeous man trifling with her was a complete stranger. Almost. So why did he feel like anything but a stranger? She had no answer for that.
Distance. That’s what she needed. Time to think this through before she made another disastrous mistake. One in her life had been enough.
“Sure. Why not?” she answered him, trying to sound nonchalant. “Like I said, it’s a free—”
His lips silenced hers. The moment his mouth touched hers, she was lost in the irresistible scent and taste of him once again. He devoured her mouth as though he wanted to become part of her. No gentle kiss this.
Her hands roamed up his broad chest and caressed his hard, roughened muscles. She felt him shudder. Amazed she held the power to create such a reaction in this strong unyielding man, she fisted her hands into the curls at his nape. The low growl deep in his throat rewarded her efforts, and he crushed her tighter still, his arms banded around her back as though he intended to squeeze all thoughts of Dane from her mind.
She leaned back only enough for much-needed air, and the sensual fog retreated. Coherent thought tried to regain purchase. Enough so, she felt the need to explain her . . . desire.
“I don’t usually . . . I mean, I barely know . . .” She took a deep breath and tried again. “I’m not sure why . . .”
“I know why.” He smiled against her lips. “I feel it too.”
Dropping all pretense of playfulness to the wayside, he took her mouth hungrily, like a starving man pouncing on the chief entrΓ©e at Sunday brunch buffet.
Need, hot and hard, spiked through her, and Cory reveled in the tingles buzzing up and down her spine. Tingles she hadn’t experienced in years. Tingles she had feared no other man’s kiss would ever give her. She rejoiced in their reappearance, previously buried with long-repressed emotions, and she wrapped her arms around Mac to center herself, fearful she’d fly off into the atmosphere so charged were all her nerve endings.
Even on that fateful night on this same lakeshore so many years ago, when she’d crossed an invisible line with a different guy, she had never been kissed like this. This was a man’s kiss. A hungry man, a powerful man.
Kellen Brand's inheritance turns out to be a whopper—one dilapidated farm in West Virginia and one guardian angel!
Since Kellen is convinced no sane woman would choose to live in Riverside, she vows to sell her farm and quick. Her handsome neighbor Luke Kenyon must block the farm sale or risk exposure of his family's secrets. While Kellen has located one potential buyer, she faces a town full of objectors. Someone is trying to frighten her off, and Luke is forced to step in and rescue her more than once. Unfortunately, Kellen can't seem to stay out of trouble. She stumbles onto a clandestine hazardous-waste-dumping operation next to her farm, and she prays Luke has one more rescue up his sleeve. It's her only hope of staying alive. Unless her mother really did leave her a guardian angel . . |
No Angels for Christmas. . . a cozy romantic mystery with suspense from The Mystery Angel Romances series. An angel hidden in every book waiting for you to figure out the angel’s identity . . .
Child psychologist Rachel Kelly isn't quite sure how to handle the situation with her newest client—a six-year-old boy who says he can talk to angels and one is coming to help Rachel. She already has her hands full of trouble this Christmas season, and things quickly take a turn for the worse when a stalker crashes Rachel's Christmas party and takes her young clients hostage. Police negotiator, Lt. Jake Dillon, walked away from his fiancΓ©e Rachel when she suddenly balked at having kids. His kids. Yet when the hostage crisis erupts, Rachel calls Jake first. Now he has a choice to make—stand back and wait for the cavalry to save Rachel or step in and try to save her himself. Time is running out, and Jake may be their only chance for rescue. Unless Rachel's little angel-spying client is telling the truth… |
Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her horticulturist husband and an opinionated Nanday conure named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in No Angels for Christmas.
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ReplyDeleteThis sounds like a great series. My favorite cover is for No Angels for Christmas!
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Sounds good can't wait to read this book.
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No Angels for Christmas is my favourite cover too.
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