Chance Encounter (Men of Chance)
For the 1st time in a single assortment, 3 romantic suspense tales from manhattan instances bestselling writer Tess Gerritsen, Julie Miller, and Janie Crouch.
Never Say by no means via Tess Gerritsen
Twenty years after her father's airplane crashes, Willy Jane Maitland is eventually monitoring his final strikes. She acknowledges the chance, yet her look for actually the one factor that issues. Willy is familiar with she cannot continue with no assistance from ex-army officer man Barnard. yet in a spot the place fact has many faces, she suspects even man has hidden motives…
Kansas urban Cover-Up by way of Julie Miller
because the Kansas urban Police Department's archenemy, reporter Gabriel Knight by no means anticipated to wish its support. however the horny journalist suspects the loss of life of a politician's aide will make clear the long-unsolved homicide of his fiancÃ©e. He calls for to staff up with tricky, appealing detective Olivia Watson. Sharing a mutual distrust—and a disturbingly mutual attraction—Gabe and Olivia realize that a persons operating not easy to maintain outdated secrets and techniques buried and forestall their research dead.
Infiltration by means of Janie Crouch
Omega quarter agent Cameron Branson is at the most vital case of his profession: restoration of categorised software program that has fallen into the inaccurate fingers. After months of undercover paintings, he is at the verge of cracking the case. until eventually Sophia Reardon -a wide-spread face from his prior- indicates up within the fallacious position on the unsuitable time. realizing that she may disclose him, Cameron is pressured to hurl Sophia into his international of deception and terror. And because it all starts to solve, Cameron needs to opt for - end the project or keep the only lady he is by no means been in a position to disregard.
good. “Am I having fun?” She’d taken 3 showers to get the lingering smoke scent out of her hair from the path. She had mosquito bites in areas nobody must have to itch and her arm muscle mass have been so sore from today’s paintings she essentially cried whenever she moved. She blew a strand of hair from her eyes and sat again on her heels. Then grinned. “Yeah.” “Really? Oh, honey, I’m so happy. inform all.” best friend used the poker, chuffed to determine the tiny flicker of flame hold itself. “Well, the.
point. A drop ran down his temple. throughout his jaw. He’d got rid of his hat, and whilst he checked out her, while their gazes have been locked, he sucked a raindrop off his reduce lip. warmth suffused her. Her dermis felt too tight. Her tummy fluttered. It was once irrational, it was once silly, yet she desired to run a finger over that rainy jaw, desired to lean shut and lick a drop off his epidermis herself. She desired to contact him, flavor him. “You…called for holiday. all people left.” “Yes, simply because each person else is aware find out how to get.
“YOU’RE FIRED.” “What?” best friend intended to sound fierce yet she may possibly to boot were a squeaky mouse. “You…can’t do that.” “Oh, sure, I can.” Professor Langley Weatherby III, every piece the antiquated snob his identify steered, peered over his small wire-rimmed spectacles. “You’re now not a librarian at this collage, Ms. Wheeler. reflect on your self formally unemployed.” “But—” best friend enjoyed her paintings, enjoyed every thing approximately it, the texture of the fantastic outdated books in her fingers, the smell of getting older.
suddenly became off. probability was once in there. status in her bathe, water streaming down his leanly muscled physique. A physique that was once difficult. scorching to touch. beautiful. And bare. His hair will be in spikes round his head. He’d most likely simply shove his palms via it, as he appeared to do more often than not. His eyes will be drained, his voice deep and husky from the exhaustion of the day. He wanted sleep, and he or she notion possibly he meant to do this the following. If simply he knew how she’d fallen so.
the place she left her motor vehicle each morning, so on the finish of an afternoon choked with books, she may unwind by way of feeding the squirrels. Fired. Fired. Fired. The note rang in her head. good, if being permit pass used to be the worst factor to ever occur to her, then so be it. So she’d been pressured to depart the simplest task she’d ever had. She’d continue to exist. most likely. yet the place was once her automobile? Craning her neck, she regarded to the suitable, then to the left— Oh, no. Had she fairly suggestion her day couldn’t worsen? Her.