Authors: Debra & Regan Webb & Black
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Harlequin Intrigue June 2015 - Box Set 1 of 2: To Honor and To Protect\Cornered\Untraceable (18 page)
She smiled back at him, cupped his face with her other hand and patted his cheek, not so gently. “I'm your contact, so play nice and pretend you're happy to see me.”
For a brief moment he frowned.
She laughed out loud. “If that's happy, you're a terrible actor. Make like we're a couple.”
“Since I didn't get the memo, I'm a little slow on the uptake. Let me set the stage.” Getting past the shock of his contact's gender, Rip had to admit she was a lot prettier than any cowboy he might have expected. He wrapped his arm around her waist, then slid his hand up into her dark brown hair and pressed the back of her neck, angling her face toward his.
“What are you doing?” she said, her eyes widening.
“I would think it was obvious. I'm showing you how happy I am to see you.” Then he captured her mouth in a deep, lip-crushing kiss.
Apparently she was so shocked that her mouth opened. Rip slid his tongue in and caressed the length of hers.
At first her hands, trapped between them, pressed against his chest. But after a moment or two, her fingers curled into his shirt and she kissed him back.
When he finally came up for air, it took him a second or two to come back to his senses and remember where he was, yet again.
He stood so quickly, he had to steady her on her feet before he let go of her. “Let's get out of here.”
“What about your winnings?” she said.
He scooped up enough tokens for two full cups, carried them over to a gray-haired senior citizen and dumped them into her slot machine tray. “Congratulations, you're a winner.” He kissed the woman's cheek, grabbed his contact's hand and headed for the door.
The woman whose hand he held hurried to keep up with him in her bright red cowboy boots. “You were playing the dollar slots.”
“So?” he countered.
“That was probably a couple hundred dollars.”
“Then that woman will go home happy.”
He tipped his baseball cap lower over his forehead, slid his arm around her waist and smiled down at her as he stepped out into the sauna-like Mississippi late afternoon sunshine. “Where's your car?”
“This way.” She guided him to the parking lot and stopped beside a large black 4x4 truck with twenty-inch rims and tinted windows.
“Seriously?” Rip shook his head. “This is yours?”
“One of the perks of working for Hank Derringer. That and an arsenal of every weapon you could possibly need.” When she hit the key fob, the engine started and the doors unlocked. She opened the driver's side door and nodded to the passenger seat. “Hop in.”
“How do I know you really work for Hank?”
“You don't. But has anyone else shown up and told you he's your contact?”
“No.”
“You have that.” She raised her eyebrows, the saucy expression doing funny things to his insides. “So, do you trust me, or not?”
His lips curled upward on the ends. “I'll go with not.”
“Oh, come on, sweetheart.” She batted her pretty green eyes and gave him a sexy smile. “What's not to trust?”
His gaze scraped over her form. “I expected a cowboy, not a...”
“Cow
girl
?” Her smile sank and she slipped into the driver's seat. “I grew up on a ranch, I've worked with cattle and horses and I know the value of a hard day's work. I spent eight years with the FBI. I also know right from wrong and tend to be loyal to a fault, until the person or organization I believe in breaks my trust.” Her lips firmed into a straight line. “Are you coming or not? If you're dead set on a cowboy, I'll contact Hank and tell him to send a male replacement. But then he'd have to come up with another plan.”
Rip considered her words and then acknowledged he didn't have a lot of choices with only a couple of week's reprieve before he had to turn up alive or be buried by the government. He rounded the front of the truck and climbed into the passenger seat. “I'll go along for the ride and maybe you can convince me you're up for the challenge.”
“Please. I don't normally have to justify my existence to the people I work with. I'm a trained operative. I don't need this assignment. However, from what Hank told me, you need all the help you can get.”
“I'm interested in how you and Hank plan to provide that help. Frankly, I'd rather my SEAL team had my six.”
“Yeah, but you're deceased. Using your SEAL team would only alert your assassin that you aren't as dead as the Navy claims you are. How long do you think you'll last once that bit of news leaks out?”
His lips pressed together. “I'd survive.”
“By going undercover? Then you still won't have the backing of your team, and we're back to the original plan.” She grinned. “Me.”
Rip sighed. “Fine. I want to head back to Honduras and trace the weapons back to where they're coming from. What's Hank's plan?”
“For me to work with you.” She pulled a large envelope from between her seat and the console and handed it across to him. “Everything we need is in that packet. Passports, cash, credit cards and new identities. We also have at our disposal Hank's jet, a Citation X, capable of cruising at Mach 0.9, almost the speed of sound. Say the word and we can be in the sky within twenty minutes. It's waiting at the airport.”
Monahan had only good things to say about Hank and all he could do for the operation, otherwise Rip would have been more hesitant getting the billionaire involved. With a DEA agent and one of his SEAL teammates dead, and himself almost killed, he was determined to find the one responsible. But after losing one of his SEAL brothers, he was hesitant about getting anyone else caught in the crosshairs. “Hank sure pulled all of this together fast.”
The woman's lips tilted up briefly as she drove out onto the street. “Hank has resources most people don't. Not even the government.”
Rip riffled through the contents of the packet, glancing at a passport with his picture on it as well as a name he'd never seen. “Chuck Gideon?”
“Better get used to it.”
“Speaking of names...we've already kissed and you haven't told me who you are.” Rip glanced her way briefly.
Her eyes narrowed and her lips firmed. “No, I haven't.”
“Is it a secret? Do you have a shady past or are you related to someone important.”
“For this mission, I'm related to someone important.” She twisted her lips and sent a crooked grin his way. “You. For the purpose of this operation, you can call me Phyllis. Phyllis Gideon. I'll be your wife.”
Copyright © 2015 by Mary Jernigan
ISBN-13: 9781460382998
To Honor and To Protect
Copyright © 2015 by Debra Webb
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It was an assignment he was more than prepared forâuntil an innocent beauty got caught in the cross fire
Undercover agent Cameron Roth's hot on the trail of a drug-running crime cartel. The last thing he needs is to involve an innocent woman in the cross fire. But when he leaps into Julia White's home for safety, she becomes part of the tangled web Cam's trying so deseparately to unravel. Smooth, solid Cam's the consummate professional. But gorgeous, feisty Julia transforms the high-stakes assignment into something far more than business as usual. Now that the villains have her in their sights, Cam's got to not only solve the caseâbut also protect the only woman who's ever found the way into his heart.
“I don't want you to go.”
The pleas tugged at him, made him think about doing stupid things that didn't fit with his life or the need to keep her protected. “You'll be safe with him.”
Her other hand went to his lap. Smoothed up and down his thigh. “You make me feel safe.”
The touching, the sound of her voice, the pleading in those big eyes. He was ten seconds from breaking. “Don't do this.”
She nuzzled her mouth against his neck. Blew a warm breath over his skin. He fought it until he couldn't, then he turned his head and kissed her. Right there in another man's house, in a place with security but no connection to Cam.
It took every ounce of his strength and self-control to pull back. When that didn't give him enough space, he stood up. Paced around and thought about airplanes. Anything to take his mind off her face and the touch of those lips.
“Then I'm going with you.”
CORNERED
By HelenKay Dimon
HelenKay Dimon
, an award-winning author, spent twelve years in the most unromantic career everâdivorce lawyer. After dedicating all that effort to helping people terminate relationships, she is thrilled to deal in happy endings and write romance novels for a living. Now her days are filled with gardening, writing, reading and spending time with her family in and around San Diego. Stop by her website,
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Books by HelenKay Dimon
Harlequin INTRIGUE
Corcoran Team: Bulletproof Bachelors series
Cornered
Corcoran Team series
Mystery Men series
Under the Gun
Guns and the Girl Next Door
Gunning for Trouble
Locked and Loaded
The Big Guns
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CAST OF CHARACTERS
Cameron Rothâ
Former Navy pilot turned Corcoran Team member. He's a confirmed bachelor looking to stay focused on work and rescuing. When a simple assignment turns upside down, he drags a woman along on his mission. He thinks she's an innocent bystander, but when it becomes clear she's intimately tied to the secrets unfolding around him, he ends up protecting herâ¦and more.
Julia Whiteâ
Julia didn't so much leave Calapan Island as she escaped it. She is ready to leave her past behind and makes one last trip to her old hometown to tie up loose ends. She's in the wrong place at the wrong time when Cam crashes into her lifeâliterallyâand lands in danger.
Ray Minerâ
He is the mysterious man with an agenda and a lot of muscle on his side. He's used fake identities, ordered an attack on Julia and tried to kill Cam. There's no question he's on Calapan to cause trouble.
Bud Kreiderâ
The police chief on Calapan. He possesses a good-old-boy vibe and doesn't want the Corcoran Team on his turf. He also seems to be one step behind and confused about what's happening on the island.
Sandy Bartletâ
An old friend of Julia's father. He's a mainstay on Calapan. He's lived there and made his fortune. Now he's retired and trying to give back to his community. When Julia and Cam need help, Sandy is the man they run to.
Holt Kingstonâ
The leader of the Corcoran's traveling team. He trusts his men and comes to Calapan to support Cam. He's not a guy who trusts easily and he can't find anyone on Calapan worth trusting.