Shannon rubbed her forehead. It seemed she was the only one who thought she and Owen had something together. Had she misread the silent signals?No! I didn't! If I just had the chance to—Stop it. Too many tears over spilled milk.Swallowing a sigh, she leaned her head back against the chaise and closed her eyes. Bad idea.At once an image of a naked Owen swam into her mind, the hard muscles of his body defined in a half-light, his thick cock pointing straight at her, his eyes filled with hunger. Silently he held out a hand to her, reaching for her."I want you." His voice sounded deep and guttural."I want you, too. Why did you leave me?""We'll talk later. Right now I just want to taste every bit of you and sink into your body.""All right." She put her hand in his, but as soon as she touched him, he began to fade and disappear."No," she cried. "Don't leave. Please come back.""I'm here, Shannon.""No." She wanted to cry as she tried to grab for him again. "No, you're n
Part One: Raw Edge of DangerTampa, Florida. Home of the Tampa Bay Rays baseball team, the Lightning hockey team, the Buccaneers football team, the Gasparilla Festival, palm trees, oppressive heat, and the fucking lovebugs. Fucking lovebugs. If anyone ever found a way to eradicate the damn pests, Grey Holden had no doubt they could be president or anything else they wanted. Not the climate a native of Montana would have chosen for his headquarters. But the choice had not been his. Circumstances called the shots on this one. Of course, if he happened to have a boat, there was the beautiful waterfront. Not to mention the myriad of excellent restaurants with more varieties of food than he'd seen in most other places. And it was easy on the eyes to see women in skimpy outfits rather than jeans and sweatshirts. Not that it mattered, since he wasn't even spending much time looking. He had other things on his mind, things that had brought him to this, a community he'd learned contained
"I'm hit, Grey." Pain laced Lucky's voice. "Hit real bad." Grey cradled his friend in his arms, desperately trying to staunch the rapid flow of blood from the man's chest. They had a medic with them, but he was just off to Grey's right, tending another man who had been hit. "We'll get you patched up," Grey told him, trying to make himself heard over the continued barrage of gunfire. "You'll be fine. You're too mean to die." Lucky shook his head once, grimacing in pain at the movement. "Get…this…son of…a bitch," he ground out. "Kill him." Grey knew exactly who he meant. Fantasma. Ghost. Everyone in the intelligence community knew of him, but identifying him was another thing. Probably the main reason they called him Ghost. He was invisible, leaving no trace and evaporating into the night. But JSOC had gotten a lead on who it might be, information they shared with no one except Grey's SOG team. The more the information was shared, the greater the chance for disaster. Like tonig
The little interview room at the police station seemed warmer than usual, or maybe it was just that Athena Madero was hot under the collar. The lingering odor of the many suspects who had spent tense hours here didn't help. Jodi Farrell, a young, blonde, blue-eyed political intern sat in the chair across from her, head bowed, fists clenched together, as she related the details of her experience in a halting voice. "I'm going to ask you a question," she said in a soft voice. "It in no way impacts on my belief in your story, but I am compelled by procedure to ask." "You want to know if I mistook what he did," she guessed, in a defeated voice. "Or if I gave him a come-on of any kind." "You have to understand." Athena kept her voice low key. "This is a serious charge against a high profile individual. We want to make sure to cross all our Ts and dot our Is carefully." The girl looked up, eyes filled with tears. "You want proof? Start with this." She pushed up the sleeve of her swea
Grey couldn't have asked for a better night for this mission. And that was what it was, in reality. A mission, just as important as so many others he'd been on. Maybe even more, because this involved a promise and a commitment that was intensely personal. There were no stars at all in the sky, and the tiny sliver of moon barely cast any light. The soft breeze rustling the leaves on the mature pin oaks and palm trees would cover any sound he might make, although he'd shock himself if he created even as much as a whisper. He'd used all the information he'd gathered in his one visit to the community to plot this mission on his laptop. It amazed him how easy it was to identify the weak spots in Tanglewood security as well as Drake Bostic's house. It was almost laughable what civilians, even those with a lot to hide like the senator, thought was foolproof protection. Maybe against the average crook, but not against a trained Delta Force soldier. He waited until full dark before he made
What the hell am I doing? Athena paced the living room of her small apartment, wondering why she had ever thought she could do this. She was a cop—a detective—and a damn good one. She'd even worked undercover a couple of times, so she had some decent stealth skills. She hadn't, however, breached the security of a high-profile suspect on any of her assignments. She wasn't all that good with electronics, although she'd spent the afternoon yesterday at the shabby little store owned by one of her confidential informants. It had only taken the threat of exposure to persuade him to tell her what she needed and show her how to use it. Yesterday she had scoped out Tanglewood, showing her badge to the guard and telling him she was doing an informal security check ordered by the chief. "To keep the residents happy and secure." She'd given the guard her best public smile, and he'd opened the gate for her with no problem. A few months ago, she had been a visitor to one of the homes in the
Grey kept a sharp eye on the woman stretched out on his couch. He'd been very careful with the amount of pressure he'd applied to render her unconscious, and he hoped he hadn't misjudged this time. Getting her back to his SUV had been a bitch. He'd thought about trying to walk her back, pretending she'd had too much to drink, but wasn't sure that would work. He finally thought himself back to a firefight zone, tossed her over one shoulder, and zigzagged to his point of exit. He even managed to get her over the wall and into his vehicle without anyone seeing them, miracle of miracles. And don't even ask about the magic tricks he pulled to get her car moved to his place. He had no idea who she was. The clothes she wore had no pockets, so she wasn't carrying any identification. He hadn't even been able to find the key to her car, and hadn't that taken some fast talking with the tow truck guy. All the while, by the way, cursing the added attention he might be calling to himself. But leav
"I assume you might shoot me if I try to head out the door," she said, "but is it safe to use the bathroom?" He almost laughed. He could really like her if he let himself. He minimized the document on his screen and pushed back his chair. "This way." He indicated the short hallway with his hand. "Are you planning to come in with me?" She turned her head and gave him a half-smile over her shoulder as he followed her down the hallway. "Not unless you have the idea you can crawl out the window and get away. I should point out, however, it has bars on it." She quirked an eyebrow. "Leave before I find out what the hell this is all about? Not on your life." Grey stood there, staring at the door she closed in his face. Who the hell is this woman? She had to have some kind of balls to behave this way. Practically every other woman he'd ever met would either be pitching a fit or screaming for him to tell her what was going on. Or, worse yet, dissolving in tears. Of course, none of