Nina Bruhns, AM'84AuthorFrom the author: "Eight months ago, Dr. Gina Cappozi and CIA black ops commando Captain Gregg van Halen were lovers... until Gregg committed the ultimate betrayal. Left in the hands of terrorists and to do unspeakable things or die, Gina vowed to kill the man she once love...
Clint Walker is unfortunately being pursued but, not by the hot female captain of the cargo ship he just stowed away on. He is now being chased across the icy seas of the Alaskan Bering Sea by Chinese agents who are after a highly classified data card containing top-secret military intell. Now th...
* * * * * 5 Star ReviewDetectice Nick Palladin and his 4 legged sidekick Zenon, were in a stalk job, some of his co-workers as well as his captain would tell him he wa obsessing about this particular case he worked on his days off. Never in his wild imagination would he had thought that one parti...
A cool spray of salt water misted her face, contrasting with the cozy warmth of the spring sun on her skin. It had been a while since she’d been out on the water, and she was loving every minute of it. Even under these circumstances.“Approaching target vessel,” the voice in her headset comm squaw...
But the truth was, his anger and her longing for him were like flame to oxygen. Both fueled their passion so a single look, a mere brush of fingers, ignited the conflagration.Their bodies were the battlefield, and the bliss.She surrendered to him, as she always did, in the kinetoscopic light of p...
More alert. Stronger. Edgier. He was also ravenously hungry. Gemma stirred, cuddling closer to his side with an exhausted but content sigh. He lifted his head from the pillow and checked on the other side of the bed. Empty. Seth was gone. Shahin wasn’t particularly surprised. The high priest of t...
And he needed sex. He needed to find a mortal woman and take her to his bed, sink his sharp fangs into her silken neck and his aching cock into her lush body. To relieve the hunger. And the frustration. But that wasn’t going to happen. Not tonight. Nor anytime soon. For that would mean exposing h...
The Countess Michaud’s voice screeched like nails on a chalkboard, making Jean-Marc wince. Merde. As if he hadn’t asked himself that very question a hundred times already. Last night he’d been so certain he’d foiled le Revenant and nothing had been stolen. “What are you going to do to get it back...
Philip opened the door, threw in his overnight bag and swept her up in his arms to carry her across the threshold like a bride. “What are you doing?” she exclaimed, laughing and trying not to think too hard about the symbolism. “Making sure you don’t get away,” he declared with heated kisses, let...
My. God. Water drops glistened on Nikolai’s bare skin, catching the glow from the small green desk lamp. His honey-gold hair was dark and wet, rivulets dripping down his angled cheekbones onto his shoulders and chest, slick and shadowed in the dim light. On his right pec was an elaborate tattoo t...