Awareness hit immediately, stronger than before.
Behind her, the doors slid closed. Swallowing hard, Elizabeth reached a gloved hand into her pocketbook. The corridor stretched long and deserted, vacant save for the abandoned room-service cart outside a nearby door. There were no footsteps. No movements. No shadows.
Just the preternatural knowledge that she wasn’t alone.
Because of the scent. Wildly masculine, alarmingly strong. It washed through her like a drug, jump-starting something deep inside. Her heart kicked. Hard. She swung around, fully expecting to see him standing there, all tall and hard, eyes hot and burning, mouth curved into that unmistakably carnal smile….
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Executive Editor
Crossfire
Jenna Mills
JENNA MILLS
grew up in south Louisiana, amidst romantic plantation ruins, haunting swamps and timeless legends. It’s not surprising, then, that she wrote her first romance at the ripe old age of six! Three years later, this librarian’s daughter turned to romantic suspense with Jacquie and the Swamp, a harrowing tale of a young woman on the run in the swamp and the dashing hero who helps her find her way home. Since then her stories have grown in complexity, but her affinity for adventurous women and dangerous men has remained constant. She loves writing about strong characters torn between duty and desire, conscious choice and destiny.
When not writing award-winning stories brimming with deep emotion, steamy passion and page-turning suspense, Jenna spends her time with her husband, two cats, two dogs and a menagerie of plants in their Dallas, Texas, home. Jenna loves to hear from her readers. She can be reached via e-mail at [email protected], or via snail mail at P.O. Box 768, Coppell, Texas 75019.
A heartfelt thanks to my fellow IM authors and the fabulous readers of the Intimate Moments Authors BBS, for all your love and support when I needed you most. You know who you are.
I only hope you know how special you are.
A special thanks to Linda, Cathy, Vickie and Roberta.
I’ll walk through the fire with you anytime.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Epilogue
Prologue
“One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.” —Helen Keller
Lightning didn’t strike twice.
Wesley “Hawk” Monroe knew that, had learned the hard way, lived by the credo. He was a man who dealt in cold, hard reality. Fate and luck had no place in his world. He’d learned to fight, to survive, in some of the worst hellholes imaginable. But all those defenses betrayed him now, let the danger seep closer.
Because of her.
Through the darkness he could sense her, feel her, moving among the shadows, just out of reach. Always, always just out of reach. The moonless night muted vision, but he didn’t need sight to see her tall, willowy form moving toward him with a grace that could only be called predatory.
The warning sounded next, loud, persistent, droning like a warped record. She didn’t belong here. She had no place on the fringes of his world, no business being close enough to touch and feel. To remind.
He’d worked too hard to dull edges that once had cut to the bone.
Oblivion had come easier then, with thousands of miles and an entire ocean between them. He’d trained himself not to think of her. Not to remember. Not to want. But here among the shaded streets of Richmond, memories shimmied everywhere he turned. Even here. In his own little house south of town. His own bed.
A whisper of movement then, closer. And the scent, soft, subtle, vanilla and something exotic, something that lingered like poison on his sheets. And leather.
Ah, God, the leather…
On a violent rush of adrenaline, he brought himself awake. Twisting against the sheets tangled around his body, he clicked on a bedside lamp and squinted at the glaring intrusion of light.
The digital clock read 5:43.
Swearing softly, he grabbed the relentlessly ringing phone. “This better
