Category: Romance Publisher: Red Sage Publishing
ISBN-10: B0075X1VIK
Copyright: Feb 1, 2012
ISBN-13: 9781603107549
Her obsession for bitter vengeance was rewarded by a disobedient desire. His revenge could only be satisfied by her
There's one name that has Agent Nala Dekker reaching for the gun holstered to her leg-Tantum Maddox, the one name her partner said before he died in her arms. After three years of searching for the faceless Tantum Maddox, his name has finally surfaced. Nala jumps on the first plane to Boston in chase of her long-awaited revenge. But instead of taking Tantum in for his crime or shooting him-in self-defense, of course-Nala nearly ends up in bed with the killer. So, it probably would've been a good idea to find out what her Target looked like before she went after him.
Agent Tantum Maddox has completed his assignment in Mexico... and now it's time for his revenge. When Tantum finds a mysterious woman in his arms, and after he discovers exactly who she is-his Target-he must decide what to do with the gun concealed beneath her dress. Should he use it on her and kill her? Or spare her life and take her captive until he finds the answers he's been looking for?
Somehow Nala's innocence comes into question by the dangerously sexy Tantum Maddox and he accuses her of being a cold blooded killer. But why is Nala the one on trial, for Tantum's the one who killed her partner-isn't he? In this torrid twist of betrayal and seduction, will Tantum and Nala resist killing each other? Or worse, when the truth unfolds, will love become the only threat to their vindictive hearts?
Excerpt
"Tell me, what am I going to find if I keep going?" His fingers inched closer. Her heart raced. "Are you damp," he furthered another inch up her thigh, "wet," he smiled wickedly and she gushed from the inside out. "Or, will you be drenched, sweetheart?"
Nala bit her lip. The forecast was indeed warning a flood. Though, she wanted him to continue with his splendid tempest and break that dam. She needed him to dip his fingers into the pool of her desires.
The side of his mouth kicked up, "What's wrong? Have I rendered you speechless?" he daunted.
Nala found her strength from his cockiness, from the challenge in his baiting tone. "No, I'm just wondering when you're going to stop teasing me," she wielded her sexiest smile, "and finish what you've started here." Gutsy maybe, but she meant every word. The man was purposely torturing her.
He released a deep throaty chuckle. His finger now so close to her inner flesh, a mere stroke away. "Hot and sassy," he drawled. His eyes boldly bathed her. They twinkled with a feral passion. "Don't worry sweetheart this is going to be the best night of your life," he said and nearing her aching pussy, he squeezed her thigh with the tips of his fingers, "but you're only going to come when I say you can and not one second sooner." He withdrew slightly from her begging wetness, possibly for another tormenting tease. She went from on fire to frosty to completely frozen as the thought came to her. Did he feel it? Suddenly staring down the barrel of her own gun, she had her answer.
With narrowed eyes, he made an annoying clicking sound from the corner of his mouth as he turned to inspect her gun, the one he'd snagged from between her legs. She didn't even feel him take it.
He inhaled an exaggerated breath, tilted his head, and waved the gun at her. "Didn't your daddy ever tell you that little girls shouldn't play with guns?"
"On the contrary, it was a gift from my father." She eyed him skeptically. "And I'd appreciate it if you'd give it back...you know, for the sentimental value and all," she hissed.
She didn't know if he'd give it back or use it on her. After all, he was a complete stranger, and she knew nothing of the man currently holding a gun to her chest. She was still trapped by his hand behind her back, and he pressed his thigh across her legs, rendering a groin kick impossible.
"Well I guess maybe we're not going to find out just how wet you are sweetheart," he said with a disgruntled grin. "I'm going to take a step back from you, and if you move, my finger may slip," he said and nodded his head. "Do you understand me?"
"Yes." She got it: If she tried to fight for her gun, he was going to shoot her.
She heard the safety button click. The weapon was ready to go off. She remained still. He meant business, and she wasn't going to mess around with a loaded gun. He could have it. She'd just ask Daddy to get her a new one at Christmas.
"Good." He slowly moved away from her but held the weapon straight at her as he reached over to the sofa and picked up his jacket. "In my experience, a woman who straps a gun to her leg only does so for one of two reasons." He threw his coat over his shoulder. "One, she's a killer, a hired assassin." He released the cartridge from her gun and put it in his pocket. "Or two, she's an agent," he said and tossed her empty gun at her. "Until I figure out which one you are, sweetheart, I can't sleep with you. I need to know who I'm fucking. But when I find out, you can bet your sweet little ass I'll be coming back for you." He took a lethal step toward her.
She held her empty gun to her chest and held her breath. Both of his forearms, the ones that flexed so easily while pouring her drink, trapped her again between him and the wall.
Lowering his head, he glared into her eyes. "But when I return for you, those sexy little moans will be turned into pleasurable, sweet, and satisfied cries."
