He was hired to protect her, but can she save him from his
past?
Armed with an inside tip, Amy Helm arrives in Australia
determined to catch her thieving ex-husband. After he absconded with five
million dollars from her father’s business, the FBI thinks the trail has gone
cold. But who better to catch him than the psychologist who knew him
intimately?
LAPD-turned-solitary-P.I. Jake Turner is on Amy’s tail. Hired
by her estranged father to find the money and keep her out of harm, he enlists
the help of an old Aussie friend. Amy knows their skills are valuable, but her
hackles go up when Jake orders her to stay in Sydney.
Playing a dangerous game of catch-me-if-you-can deep in the
Australian rainforest leads them into a cyclone, a fake marriage, a drug
cartel, and maybe, a whole new life. It’s a dizzying ride of fear and romance,
and one Amy won’t soon give up.
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His voice was deep and steely. “What part of undercover
don’t you get?”
She narrowed her eyes. “I was using feminine wiles, and—”
“Shut up,” Turner whispered, and abruptly turned his back to
the lobby.
The same bald-headed guy she’d seen earlier spoke with the
waiter. Tension coiled through Turner’s body. They were so close, the warmth of
his breath fanned across her forehead. He stood taller, like he was on tiptoes
or something, his chest puffed out. The bald guy walked past, ignored them, but
continued to scan the lobby. He looked like he’d taken a beating.
She thumped at Turner’s chest. “Shut up?” she asked. “Where
were you anyway? I’ve—”
He moved closer, his face expressionless, hazel eyes cold.
“Be quiet for a minute. Please.” He gripped the hand that had done the
thumping. “Play along.”
Her heart raced, and she was unsure if the burst of
adrenaline was because of his closeness, or the insinuation of danger. Soap,
deodorant, and light citrus after-shave, tickled at her nostrils. Then it
struck her, he’d showered and she’d sat down here like an idiot, for hours.
About to tell him what she thought of him, she inhaled and realized she liked
his scent. The tinkle of china on the glass tabletop disturbed the moment. Jake
released her hand, and turned.
“So, what was—?”
“Darling,” Turner said. He turned back to her, his hazel
eyes softened, smoldered, so they looked almost green. “You haven’t had
breakfast yet?”
Amy shook her head. Darling? She didn’t even know his first
name, but he seemed to have a game plan, which was more than she had. And he’d
made no comment about her bagel choice. Maybe if she played along, they could
be partners. God he smelled sexy. Maybe they could be even more.
This is Robena's fourth novel with the Wild Rose Press.
www.robenagrant.com
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| Robena Grant ~ author |
