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Authors: Christina Skye

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Hot Pursuit

 

 

 

A DELL BOOK

Contents

Title Page

Epigraph

Praise for Christina Skye

Acknowledgments

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-three

Chapter Twenty-four

Chapter Twenty-five

Chapter Twenty-six

Chapter Twenty-seven

Chapter Twenty-eight

Chapter Twenty-nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-one

Chapter Thirty-two

Chapter Thirty-three

Chapter Thirty-four

Chapter Thirty-five

Chapter Thirty-six

Chapter Thirty-seven

Chapter Thirty-eight

Chapter Thirty-nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-one

Chapter Forty-two

Chapter Forty-three

Chapter Forty-four

Epilogue

Author's Note

About the Author

Preview

Copyright Page

THE RULES, ACCORDING TO TAYLOR O'TOOLE:

Change the names to protect the innocent.
Even when they aren't so innocent...

PRAISE FOR CHRISTINA SKYE

Readers Choice Award winner
Affaire de Coeur
Readers' Favorite Author Award
Romantic Times
Reviewer Choice Award winner RITA Finalist

MY SPY

“A joy to read. Brilliant!” —Joan Johnston

“Sam is a perfect adventure-hero romantic lead, the incredibly fit and smart Annie is his perfect match, and Izzy Tegue, a Denzel Washington clone, is also on the scene, providing much-needed security.”
—Booklist

“Great romances and thrills are hallmarks of Christina Skye novels, and
My Spy
fits the pattern to a T. Ms. Skye knows how to blend romance, humor, passion and danger to give readers a thoroughly exciting read.”
—Romantic Times

“Fast, entertaining and completely satisfying.” —Terrie Figueroa,
Romance Reviews Today

“A suspenseful romance that will keep readers engrossed until the very last page.” —Yvonne Hering, CGR Online


My Spy
has a place on my keeper shelf. It had characters who you so hoped would be able to overcome everything and end up together, with enough exciting action to keep you moving from chapter to chapter without a break.” —America Online's Romance Fiction Forum

GOING OVERBOARD

“An irresistible and wonderfully sexy romance . . . Fabulous, outrageous fun!” —Joan Johnston

“Add this steamy, fast-paced romantic thriller with lots of laugh-out-loud humor to your must-read pile!” —
Romantic Times

“A great combination of ‘fun' and reality.” —
Rendezvous

“Best story I have had the pleasure of reading in a long time! Alluring, romantic, subtly humorous, and loaded with fun and action, this novel is an instant bestseller! Highly recommended.” —
Huntress Book Reviews

More praise for Christina Skye:

“Christina Skye always serves up the perfect mix of suspense, excitement and romance.” —
Rocky Mountain News

“Christina Skye holds you in her grasp until the very last word!” —
Romantic Times

“A master of her craft . . . her superb storytelling and vivid characters will seduce you!” —Virginia Henley

“Christina Skye knows what readers want.” —
ABC Worldwide News

“It's a holiday whenever Christina Skye pens a new love story!” —BarnesandNoble.com

“If you want a page-turner that will keep you awake all night, read Christina Skye!” —WBLY Radio, Dayton, Ohio

“A writer of rare talents.” —
Romantic Times

“Y2K mania strikes and
2000 Kisses
is the wonderful result. This is Christina Skye at her best.” —
Romantic Times
on
2000 Kisses

Acknowledgments

Huge and hearty thanks to some real lifesavers:

to Georgia, for providing fascinating research on current developments in genetic engineering (and also because she's my sister and she's brilliant!);

to Earl, the expert who once again helps keep the weaponry and technical settings accurate;

to Justin, who helped me up the slippery slope of climbing terms and techniques, while giving an insight into the climber's mind-set
(climb on!)
;

to Peggy, for beating the clock brilliantly when deadlines loom;

to Judy, for creative communication, laughter, and the best imagination in town;

You are all the
greatest
!

Chapter One

FROM TAYLOR'S BOOK OF RULES:
Be prepared. Always pack antacids and an eyelash curler.

Taylor looked south to the distant sprawl of San Francisco. Why had she ever decided to take up rock climbing, especially when it involved hugging a granite slab two hundred feet above the ground?

The simple answer came first: She was preparing for a new book. Authors did crazy things when they were testing a new story, desperate to chisel out the reality of a new character.

But the truest answer was subtle and far more unsettling. You did dangerous things when your life changed and you lost every anchor you'd taken for granted while you were growing up.

When you found out your childhood was a lie.

Taylor wiped sweat off her top lip and sighted up the cliff. Four feet to the next ledge.

She took a breath and crouch-walked up the angled slab, ignoring the pain in her arms and shoulders.

“Watch your moves below that next bolt.” Her climbing instructor, a buff twenty-something from Santa Barbara, stood below and uncoiled rope as she called out orders. “You won't have much of a foothold, so stay balanced and dig in hard with your sole.”

“Got it, Candace.” Taylor was glad for the warning when her foot began to slip. Panting, she leaned away from the rock to restore traction, then pulled herself to the next hold, yanked up the slack on her rope, and caught a loop in her teeth before clipping into the bolt.

Cold wind snapped across her damp face. She tried to remember exactly what Candace had been discussing.

Right. Help with a cheating boyfriend. “If he's cheating, forget him, Candace.”

“I can't just walk away. I need to know what's happening to us and why. Harris has been pretty stressed lately because he's working a lot of overtime at his lab on some gonzo project he has to oversee personally. But we always worked things out before.” Her voice wavered. “Now he's different. It's almost like he had a personality transplant.”

“People change,” Taylor called as she tractioned up the steep rock face. “These things happen, Candace.”

“Not like this. And I can't stop thinking about him, Taylor. Everything used to be so wonderful,” she said wistfully.

Taylor thought longingly about the thermos of Starbucks Caramel Macchiato out in her car.

Don't look down.

Don't think of anything but the rock.

Yeah, right.

She stretched out a kink in her shoulder. “So what turned your friend Harris into Frankenstein all of a sudden?”

“That's just it—I don't know. None of it makes sense.” The gusting wind toyed with Candace's voice, making the words drift and fade. “One day he said he wanted the whole deal—life with me, a big house, and a mortgage. He swore he was going to leave his wife, father my children, start being responsible. All that heavy stuff.”

Taylor turned her head to look at Candace. “You didn't tell me that Harris was
married!

“He was up front about that, Taylor. He never lied about her. He explained to me how they've been having all these problems over the last year. He's been making plans to tell her about us.”

Yech.

Taylor got ready for her next move, trying hard not to hate Candace for thinking this was an easy route for Taylor's first outdoor climb.

They had met several months before, when Taylor had noticed her neighbor carrying climbing equipment onto the elevator in their apartment building. Immediately plot ideas had begun to stir. After writing a dozen books, Taylor knew a story kernel when she saw it. The two women had become friends over coffee and croissants at a local bakery, where Taylor grilled Candace about every detail of climbing. As the book's plot took final shape, Taylor realized she would have to make a climb herself to nail down the rich details of the experience, white knuckles and all.

Which was how she came to be standing on an unforgiving piece of cold granite, obsessing about how it must feel to crack your spine in two.

She pushed away the gory vision of her death and cleared her throat. “I still don't understand how I can help.”

Candace frowned, playing out more rope. “I can't afford a private investigator. Even if I could, it would feel . . . sleazy. Harris and I have been through a lot together, and he deserves better.”

Taylor clipped in at the next bolt and stopped to catch her breath. “Candace, I still don't—”

“We may have had our problems, but I love him, Taylor. I need to find out if he's seeing another woman or if he's in some kind of trouble.” Her voice sounded shaky. “I know it's a lot to ask, but could you follow Harris for me? Maybe if I know he's with someone else, I can finally break free.” Candace gave a wan laugh. “Of course, then I might have to kill them both.”

“Murder is just a little illegal, remember?” Taylor dug into the canvas bag hanging off her hip and worked chalk dust over her fingers. She didn't think Candace's friend was worth all this angst and soul-searching, but everyone saw love differently, she supposed. Meanwhile, she was trying hard to forget the opening scene in
Cliffhanger
, where a frightened climber plunges to her death. All Taylor's climbing friends had assured her that a buckle couldn't really snap during a climb, and that the movie was a complete howler, full of ridiculous errors.

Tell that to my racing heart.

Taylor took a deep breath and sighted upward. “Climbing,” she called out grimly.

“Climb on.”

As wind whipped off the rock, Taylor forced herself to breathe slowly, well aware that hyperventilating could trigger bad judgment and serious accidents. She picked out her next foothold, calculated her reach, then swung her weight fluidly over the granite face.

Stay calm. Stay balanced. It's supposed to be fun, remember?

Gritting her teeth, she tractioned a few more steps up the slope, then stopped to rest. “What's the other problem you wanted to discuss?”

“I'm afraid, Taylor. I need some ammunition in case things get . . . difficult.”

Taylor worked her way over the slab, cursing the day she had ever thought of writing a book focused on a rock-climbing heroine. “Difficult how?” she panted. “Are you taking Harris for palimony?”

Candace laughed weakly. “Hardly. I get by just fine with my temp work and my private climbing lessons. But I'm afraid Harris could be in some kind of trouble. Last week three men followed us. They had guns, Taylor. They yelled at Harris and pushed him back against the car, searching all his pockets. Harris looked really scared and gave them something. When they finally left, he looked shaken. I mean, really,
really
shaken.”

“Have you ever seen those men before?”

Candace shook her head.

“What do you think they wanted?”

“I couldn't hear. Harris told me to wait in the car.”

Taylor blinked into the wind, trying to concentrate. She'd seen Candace's friend Harris Rains around the apartment building before, but the man hadn't seemed particularly interesting. “Do you think they want money?”

“No.” Candace smoothly belayed the rope as Taylor found the next bolt, pulled slack, and then clipped in. “When I asked Harris what they wanted, he . . .” Her voice caught.

“He what?”

“He knocked me around.”

Taylor froze, her head snapping downward. “Harris hit you?”

“A little.” Candace's voice wavered.

The crud. The utter, creeping scum.

Taylor revised her plan to promise anything, then vanish as soon as she set foot back on terra firma. “How bad, Candace?”

“A few bruises.” She stared off at the Golden Gate Bridge, glinting like a city of dreams to the south. “One tooth got knocked loose,” she said softly.

“The miserable, scum-sucking
bastard
.”

“Look, I'm okay. But Harris was different after that. He told me to forget what I saw or we'd both be in serious trouble. Now I think someone's following me, and I don't know who else to ask for help, Taylor. You write about this kind of thing and you're always so in control. That's why I thought you could tell me what I should do next.”

“Leave the rat.”

“I can't, Taylor. Not until I understand what's happening.”

Taylor rested, catching her breath, trying to think clearly. “Then you need professional help. These men sound dangerous.”

“No.” It was a flat, worried sound. “I don't want to hurt Harris.”

Taylor sighed. “I suppose I could speak to some people at the local precinct.”

“You mean the police?” Candace sounded startled. “Harris would be furious.”

“I don't think you should be worrying about what Harris thinks. Besides, these are friends. They'll do what's right for you.”

The younger woman blew out a breath. “Okay, fine. Do whatever you think is best. I'm really sorry to bother you about this, Taylor, but I can't just pack up and leave Harris. At the same time, I'm completely spooked.”

Taylor's resolve hardened. Candace knew things were sour, but she was still afraid to leave the relationship. Right now she needed all the support she could get. “When are you supposed to see Lover Boy next?”

“Nothing definite. He said he'd call me Friday for dinner.” Her voice fell. “Meanwhile, I could swear there's a silver Lexus SUV trailing me whenever I go out.”

“Did you get a plate number?”

“Gee, I never thought—should I write it down next time?”

“That would be a start.” Taylor studied the cliff to her left, where she would have to make a slow ascent, moving almost horizontally. She
hated
traverses. They demanded perfect form as you worked sideways, with footwork that required constant focus.

She felt herself begin to hyperventilate and took a deep breath. “Climbing.”

“Climb on” came the immediate answer.

Taylor stepped out and skimmed the rock, shifting her center of gravity until she snagged a new handhold. She took a breath of relief as she clipped into the next bolt. “You checked all our gear? No broken buckles, right?” The question was half-joking.

“You're fine, Taylor. Trust me, I've never blown a bolt and all my gear is brand-new. Forget about that rot in
Cliffhanger
. Things like that don't happen in real life.”

Taylor grunted, praying her young neighbor was right. Suddenly something tugged at her rope. “What's wrong? I felt the rope snag.”

“Slow down. It's just a tangle.” Candace's voice seemed far away. “Funny, Harris was fiddling with my stuff last night. The idiot was trying to figure out how it works.” Her voice wavered, and then she took a sharp breath. “Look, you're fine. I checked all the lines myself this morning. Just watch your footwork at the end of that traverse. Even if you do wipe out, it's no big deal. That's why we have ropes, right?”

Taylor forced herself not to look down. “Sure.”

Don't think about falling ninety feet. Don't think about broken bones and copious amounts of spilled blood.

“Climbing.” She swung her weight sideways, ready for the final moves of the traverse, as wind gusted off the summit. Somewhere, a bird cried shrilly, and Taylor blinked as grit and dust blew in her eyes, breaking her concentration.

Her toe slipped on its ledge, the rope jerking against her leg. She worked her feet hard, fighting for traction, but her balance was blown and she snapped sideways into a free fall, spinning wildly.

Rock and sky ran together in a terrifying blue-gray blur as the rope jerked again, then tore free from the wall. Taylor screamed, tumbling out of control.

The last thing she saw was the cliff wall spinning up to meet her.

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