4.5 Stars!Grace Grainger and Josh Travers meet in the bar of a D.C. hotel; two strangers looking for just one night of passion to help them forget. Fast-forward to three years later and Grace, a journalist embedded with US troops in Afghanistan, is in need of rescue when the troops she is on patr...
Beth ground out between gritted teeth. “You have to go. There aren’t enough of us to protect you. Son of a bitch…” James was trying to stanch the blood oozing from Beth’s leg. He worked in the light of his helmet torch. He turned briefly to Grace. “Look. The contact is about half a klick down the...
His car was gone, which meant, she guessed, he’d gotten help and managed to move it. She had wondered, briefly, what she would have done if he was there again, and she’d come to the only right conclusion—drive right past him. Probably, anyway. It was the right thing to do....
Her skin reflected the small amount of light that the window allowed in, making her look as if she were a sleeping angel. He smiled. One with a filthy mind. He could tell she was the same Sadie he’d asked to marry him, but in so many respects she was totally different. Cha...
They were unloading their truck, too. “Still on for dinner, my dear?” he asked as she shifted her backpack across one shoulder. “Wouldn’t miss it!” she said, looking at her watch. “Twenty minutes? Down here?” “I’ve been investigating a bit”—he tapped the side of his nose—“I think you’ll be intere...
She needed to recalibrate from the eroticism of having his hands in her hair. Her heart rate was unsteady, and her breath shallow and unsatisfying. She made short work of opening another bottle of wine. Not that they had finished the one from earlier; she could still see it outside in the wine bu...
The only other occupants were a paramedic and a woman in a HELLO KITTY T-shirt. Molly had an oxygen mask over her face and a drip in her arm. “Where’s David?” she asked, her voice muffled by the mask. Hello Kitty looked at the paramedic, who nodded ...