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Romantic suspense
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When Jen Stalling, chief geologist on a new magma-based power plant known as the Pele Project witnesses the murder of a fellow scientist, Project officials don't want the negative publicity of a murder investigation. "An accident," they say. Jen knows better. So does her father, billionaire Art Stalling. But having pushed Jen away years ago, he can't now reveal his interest without exposing her to danger. He hires DalCon, a Seattle-based security group to protect her and negate the threat.
Keegan Dalfrey has his own problems. Three days ago, during a routine mission gone wrong, his brother was captured by South Pacific extremists. They want two million in eleven days. Keegan can make that in nine by neutralizing the threat to Jen. It's an all or nothing gamble with his brother's life in the balance. He never expected to fall in love.
Excerpt:
“Touch me,” he said, walking right up against her, chest pressed to her palms.
Her fingers curled into the supple material of his shirt. The thin cotton clung to her fingers, still damp from where he’d rinsed out the blood. He pulled the t-shirt up, over his head. If he’d been aware of her in the car this was worse, because the way he was standing put him right up against her.
“Go on,” he said. “See what you do to me.”
“I do?” she whispered.
She looked into his eyes and he looked right back, letting her see the heat behind his cool gray gaze.
“What’s wrong with you?” she cried. “Can’t you see I’m fat?”
Keegan pulled at the sheet. “Somebody did a head-job on you, honey. But it wasn’t me.”
“There is nothing wrong with my self-image,” she said, jerking the fabric back over her shoulders. “I know what I look like.”
“Then drop the sheet.”
“Why? I’m ugly. It’s a fact. I’m overweight and out of proportion because my top parts are bigger than my bottom parts.”
His mouth quirked.
Jen eyed him suspiciously. “Are you laughing at me?”
“It’s just the way you put it. Your top parts.”
“Laughing,” she said, hugging her sheet tight.
“Dying,” said Keegan.
He pulled her sheet-wrapped body into the circle of his arms and touched his mouth to hers. The sheet drifted down around her feet. They were skin on skin and mouth to mouth. The thin satin of her panties caught on his zipper and tore.
“Take it off,” whispered Keegan.
“I am not getting naked with you.”
“You won’t be naked with me. I’ll have my pants on.”
“Not for much longer.”
“No,” he said. “Not for much longer.”
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