Friday, June 14, 2013

Rain Is A Love Song - New Romantic Suspense

The Red Hand Conspiracy, Book Two

What should be a wonderful trip to Paris turns menacing when Gwen Morningstar's daughter is kidnapped by The Red Hand terrorist group. Fortunately, Jean-Luc LeFevre of France's Counterterrorism Unit is there to rescue her little girl. Gwen is grateful, but her need to apprehend the abductors must override any desire she feels for the handsome agent with his own brand of justice...and danger.

Jean-Luc is not pleased when Gwen, a crime scene photographer with just enough training to get them killed, is assigned to work with him. Not only does she take too many risks, she drives him to distraction.

As Gwen and Jean-Luc track the terrorists, their feelings for each other grow as fast as the danger. Jean-Luc is determined to protect Gwen and her daughter, but the sinister grasp of The Red Hand is strong and far-reaching. It will take more than love to keep them all safe.

Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 392
Word Count: 97363
978-1-61217-765-6 Paperback
978-1-61217-766-3 Digital


Jean-Luc backed a very angry Gwen against the wall of the elevator. He didn’t care if fellow passengers overheard what he had to say. “You make me so damned mad.” Turquoise eyes snapped at him. “You and your American female aggressiveness.”

“A...aggressiveness?” Her eyes narrowed and her hand slapped his chest. Bracelets jangled. “Look, you arrogant Frenchman. You will not tell me what to do or how to take care of my daughter.”

“I will keep you both safe, by damn.”

“I can protect myself and my daughter, buster.” She hiked her chin and gave him a major dose of attitude.

How he’d like to conquer her, bend her to his will. He grabbed her shoulders and pressed against her. Even in his anger, he noted how good she felt. His gaze drifted down to her parted lips. She was affected, too; angry, but turned on.

“I will tell you what I damn well please, you bossy, brassy woman.” Was his head lowering? No. Hell no. Surely he wasn’t intent on kissing her. Not again. Not when she drove him freakin’ nuts. Suddenly his lips made contact, crushing hers and driving all rational thoughts from his mind.

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