Wednesday, September 30, 2020

Thank you!

Rachel Grant, Meg Tilly, Toni Anderson, and me!
Now I understand that saying, "it is with a heavy heart...". I don't want to leave. I will miss every author, every reader, every publicist, and every publisher whom I've had the pleasure of working with here on the JUST sites.

Almost ten years ago, I spoke to publishers and authors, and heard the disheartening prognosis that romantic suspense was a genre of the past. I thought, how can that be? I love romantic suspense! There must be others like me out there.

...and thus, JRS was born. I started reaching out to romantic suspense authors, asking if they would like to participate in the site. Back then, I would write authors, and address them as Mrs. Last Name (I'm looking at you, Mrs. Lena Diaz!). After Lena scolded me for being so formal, I loosened up slightly. 

Angi Morgan

Alison Stone
And here we are, all these years later...and guess what? Romantic Suspense didn't fade away! (insert fist pump). 

Julie Miller
Nora Roberts

To all the authors that considered JUST ROMANTIC SUSPENSE a home away from home, you are my extended family. We've been through all those quarterly giveaways together! And to the visitors of quote Jerry Maguire, "you complete me." YOU have been the reason I have kept these sites going for so long. Your loyal participation has made sharing such wonderful books worth every second.

Kat Martin
As time went on, the demand for "JUST" sites for other genres arose. JUST CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE and JUST PARANORMAL ROMANCE were born. So many great books have been shared, and so many new authors debuted. 

But, the time has come for the lady behind the green curtain to gracefully bow out (while she's still young enough to bow--or be graceful.)

It's not goodbye. This industry is intimate. Readers and authors alike open their hearts and share their love of books on a daily basis. And I will be an eternal fan of this tight community. 

Keep writing.
Keep reading.
Keep smiling.

Love you all!


P.S. If you're looking for me, you can always find me here. I'll still be plugging away at romantic suspense, just in a different capacity!

Monday, September 28, 2020

To Serve and Protect Was Never More Personal

Congratulations to "Kim H.", the winner in Margo's giveaway. Thank you to all who participated!

BROTHERS IN BLUE. Brad, Vince, Adam and Luke, four heroes who met at the police academy to become lifelong friends. The Dropout, the Straight Arrow, the Movie Star and the Maverick. All share a passion to serve and protect, each in their own unique way.

Some of you have met these heroes here before. Just for fun, I’d like to share the scenes in which these four met the loves of their lives.

ON THE SURFACE — Brad Collins, The Dropout

Wrongly convicted ex-con and recent parolee Jenny Reynolds wants to forget her tarnished past and focus on a brighter future. One that begins with a return to the small tourist town where she grew up. The restoration of her family’s once proud Rest Easy Bed and Breakfast is the only thing on her mind. Fleeing an ex who refuses to let her go, what she doesn’t need to complicate her already problematic life is another man. Enter handsome handyman Brad, a man who seems to care as much about restoring the B and B as she does. A man who soon becomes ready, willing and able to steal her heart. A man, as it turns out, with more than a few secrets of his own. A dropout from law enforcement, the real Brad Collins will use anyone and anything to fulfill a personal vendetta. When two pasts collide and danger threatens, their budding love for each other may be the first casualty.

  He advanced a few steps forward then cleared his throat. “I’m looking for the owner.”

“What?” She jerked upright then stood so fast her chair hit the opposite wall with a clang. “What for?”

Flexing her knees and curling her hands into fists, she put her body into a distinct fight or flight stance.

On instinct, he scanned for a weapon. Instead, he discovered a simple sundress hugged a slim waist. The flowered material covered what looked to be some darned nice breasts. Judging by the cleavage peeking out. Her shoulders were bare. Knockout legs led to trim ankles and bare toes tipped in pink polish. His hasty assessment rose to her face where he locked gazes with none other than Jenny Reynolds. Who, according to sources he trusted, wasn’t supposed to be on site for a couple of weeks. Where the heck is Grandma?

His breathing accelerated. Forget that this Reynolds was one whole hell of a lot better looking in the flesh than in a mug shot he’d seen. Something else hadn’t appeared in the grainy picture. Raw fear lurked in those wide green eyes. He’d witnessed that kind of deep panic before.

Regret stabbed his gut. “Hey! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Who are you?” A slight tremor betrayed an otherwise tough voice as she retrieved the chair to position between them.

“Brad Collins.” Edging into the room, he turned slightly so his field of vision included both ends of the hallway. Just in case Donahue happened to be on premises too. He spread his hands up and open. “Look, if it’ll make you more comfortable, I’ll go back outside and knock.”

ON THE FORCE  — Vince Miller, The Straight Arrow

Top notch CFO Sydney Raines is devastated when her coveted job working for a high profile conglomerate is yanked out from under her. Determined to restore her mangled reputation, she finds her second chance when the owner of an upscale art gallery hires her as his personal assistant. Straight arrow cop Vince Miller is assigned to crack an international art theft ring. Working undercover, he never counted on meeting Sydney Raines, let alone falling in love with her. Then an unexpected twist in the case reveals the identity of a serial killer, along with the shattering realization that Sydney could be the psycho's next victim.

“Excuse me. Are you done with this?”

“What?” He glanced up.

The silky red blouse was at eye level. He forced his fingers not to touch, and his field of vision upward to settle on full lips. Taking in a quick breath, he lifted his gaze further to connect with the prettiest brown eyes he’d seen in quite a while.

The neat brows above them rose in questions. “The paper. Are you finished reading it?”

“Sure.” He added a smile to the eye contact as he handed it over. “Be my guest.”

“Thank you.” The smile she offered in return was gracious. Period.

With the daily in hand, she quickly reversed direction to return to her seat. Vince concentrated hard to keep his gaze forward and not follow her movements. Paper rustled as she leafed through the pages.

“Anything?” Teri stopped between the two tables, a full bus pan balanced on one hip.

“Not in here.” After a short sigh, she collapsed the tabloid into her lap.

“Don’t get discouraged.” Her tone grew light. “You’ll find a job soon.”

“I’ll try to absorb some of your enthusiasm.”

“Do that. It’s on the house.”

“Thanks.” Any semblance of a pleasant expression vanished the second Teri left. Her gaze lowered, she pressed her lips into a narrow line. Smoothing then refolding the newspaper back together, she set it on the table. As resignation seeped in to settle in her eyes, she rested her chin in one palm.

Blame it on his upbringing, sexist or not, Vince never could stand to witness a lady in distress. Without thinking much about it, he vacated his chair and slid into the one opposite her. “I don’t mean to intrude.”

ON THE MAKE — Adam Hollingsworth aka Pride, The Movie Star

When it comes to husbands, Madison Clark's track record is the thing of nightmares. Twice widowed, she's given up on happily ever after. Still, with two young boys to raise, a stable family life is all she really desires. Cop turned movie idol, Adam Pride longs for a family of his own, not the irresistible woman and her two sons who are quickly working their way into his heart. But when Madison unknowingly lands in a desperate killer's cross-hairs, Adam puts his career—and life—on the line to save her. Can he protect her from a deadly threat and win her heart? Or will a shocking revelation destroy their fragile love?

Damned if he couldn’t help staring. Good God she’s beautiful.

Dark, curly hair framed a face sent straight from heaven. Smooth skin. Huge, long-lashed, amazing eyes. Cute nose. Fascinating lips. How would they feel pressed up against his? He’d bet warm. Definitely soft.

Trained to read body language and interpret facial expressions, Adam picked up a similar vibe of interest coming from her. One he was more than willing to explore at the soonest opportunity. Once they got to know each other, of course.

But man, if she was this spectacular from the neck up, he could only iagine what visual delights awaited from there down. He shifted his stance as blood cells rushed to places they had no business going.

“Adam. This is my mom.”


All inappropriate thoughts, complete with unseemly ramifications, did an immediate nosedive. While his libido revved him up with some rather spectacular fantasies, his conscience stepped in to toss a bucket of cold water over where it hurt the most. This is my mom. Lest he forget, he was standing here talking to the woman and her son. Tempting as this was, he never approached married women in that way. Ever.

At. All.

ON THE MOVE – Luke Simms, The Maverick

His story is yet to be totally written, but here’s a work in progress draft of their first meeting.

This disgraced cop will do anything to clear his name, short of murder.

She turned as he approached, her expression hard to read. Trained to read body language, he picked up subtle clues she remained relaxed. Barely fazed at all he’d followed her.

Several outdated pick up lines came to mind. Shuffling through them, he discarded all but one. The most sincere. “Nice night.”

“It is. I came out to take in the scenery.” Placing her arms on the railing, she glanced skyward.

So did I. Luke lifted his gaze briefly from her. 

A few shafts of waning sunlight filtered across the expansive terrace. A spectacular sunset, blending waves of deep pink, lavender and blue graced the evening sky.

“What’s your connection to this elegant event?” She ducked her head slightly, moved her face more in line with his. Sought direct eye contact as she awaited his answer.

“After the last ten years spent traveling to find myself, it’s time to settle down and get a real job for a change. I’m here to make some contacts to that end.” He uttered the story he’d rehearsed when he first took on this latest undercover assignment. The explanation for his reentry into the greater Detroit high society scene after nearly a decade away.

“For some reason I don’t think you really mean that.” An intense green gaze held his.

“Sure I do.” When backed into a corner, turn the tables. “What’s your story for being here?”

Her eyes growing wide, she remained silent and drew a breath as she looked beyond him. Seeking an escape? From him? From this place?

His questions went unanswered as a bomb exploded in his back. Then another hit closer to his spine. A ball of fire billowed up to sear across his chest. His lungs quit on him as he fell forward, only to start up again with a jolt as he came down, hard, on unforgiving cement.

For a split second, everything stopped.

A woman’s scream ripped into the fog that coated his brain. Amid cries of alarm, the crash of toppled tables, pandemonium reined as those on the terrace scattered.

“Gunfire! Someone shot him!”

As if Luke needed the verbal. Fire still roiling in his shoulder was proof enough.


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In closing, I’d like to send a huge thank you to Maureen for providing this fabulous venue for all authors of romantic suspense. It’s been great to have been a small part of the fun.

Bio: Award winning author Margo Hoornstra writes contemporary romance and romantic suspense, always providing that happily ever after for her characters. A big city girl turned country woman, Margo enjoys hiking and walking around the wide-open spaces near her home, especially in the fall, hates to cook and loves to read.

Friday, September 25, 2020

Hell & Back

 With: Julie Rowe

I’m so excited to have Hell & Back in readers’ hands! This is the last book in the Outbreak

Task Force series and it’s going to be a rocky ride!

Racing to lock down the CDC's deadly virus samples from terrorists, ex-Special Forces medic Henry Lee partners with Ruby Toth on the Outbreak Task Force. But the terrorists always seem one step ahead. As they work side by side, Henry's taken with how Ruby accepts and respects him, instead of pitying him for all he lost overseas, including his leg. Ruby's hiding something, though, and Henry fears she's been leaking sensitive information.

Terrorists have kidnapped her brother, and now microbiologist Ruby Toth faces a horrible choice. If she doesn't give them a vial of Small Pox as ransom, her brother will die. She knows her prickly—yet very hot—boss, Henry, could provide the help she needs. But she joined the CDC to root out insiders plotting to unleash a bio-engineered pandemic, and she can't trust anyone. Not even Henry.

Chapter One

Sunday, May 5, 7:05 p.m.

“I feel like we’re playing a twisted version of that board game Clue,” Ruby Toth said to her family as she examined the list of names her father had just sent to her encrypted-up-the-wazoo phone for the impossible job her parents wanted her to do. Dinner eaten and pushed aside, her parents and her brother, Nate, all sat around the dining room table in the house Nate and she rented.

They were also looking at the same list with a variety of expressions on their faces.

Her mother’s mouth was pinched with irritation, while her father’s eyes had tightened in concern. Nate would have looked bored if his fingers weren’t tapping out a complicated rhythm on the table.

“Only the murder weapons are bombs, bullets, and biological pathogens,” she continued. “And if this list is correct, everyone is a suspect.”

“That’s an oversimplification of the situation,” Nate said, frowning at her. He never was one to pass up the chance for an argument, and Ruby was in the mood to give him one. If only to vent her frustration.

“The problem with finding terrorists and or spies embedded in an organization is that they’re good at deflecting suspicion,” her mother said. She should know—her mother was an analyst for the NSA, while her dad headed up the organization. They ate suspicion for breakfast, skepticism for lunch, and distrust for dinner. “The FBI and Homeland Security have supplied some information on their people’s movements, but we don’t entirely trust it. There have been too many times the Outbreak Task Force’s movements were not only tracked but anticipated by Free America From Oppression.”

The FAFO had already killed dozens of people and tried to start more than one outbreak of a deadly disease. They’d also targeted the CDC’s Outbreak Task Force, injuring and killing people as a result.

“This list represents all the people with access to, or knowledge of, the CDC’s activities,” her mother continued. “We’re not expecting you to investigate them all, but we need you to take a closer look.”

“I’d already eliminated some of the people on this list,” she said. “Why are they back on it?”

“Because information is still getting out,” her father said as he leaned forward. “The longer it takes to uncover everyone feeding the FAFO information,” he continued, “the more likely it is that they’ll do significant damage to the country and everyone in it.”

“How do you know the FAFO is still active?”

“One of our assets in Africa let us know they have put out a call for mercenaries who might have a grudge with the United States. He doesn’t know if anyone responded, but that alone tells us they’re not only active, but planning something substantial.”

“There are always assholes out there with grudges against the United States,” Nate said. “It’s practically written into the Constitution.”

Spying might be the family business, but how would her coworkers react if they found out she was looking for a traitor among them? Especially her mentor and supervisor at her new job, Henry Lee.

Acid ate away at Ruby’s gut. “I hate this,” she muttered. 

“Why?” her mother asked.

“Because I like my job. A lot.”

“Sweetheart, the only people who will be angry with you are the ones we’re trying to find.”

Ruby snorted. “Trust is a funny thing, Mother. I work with a few folks whose trust is hard to earn and impossible to repair if it’s broken.”

“Discovering a traitor in their midst would be doing them a service,” her dad said.

Ruby wanted to tear her hair out. “It’s not that cut-and-dried, Dad. Some of the people I work with were in the military, and they’ve got strong opinions about how a team is supposed to work.” Henry, in all his gruff, grumpy, gorgeous glory, was one of them. His team mentality was all for one and one for all. “My looking at them all as if they’re all guilty until proven innocent isn’t going to go over well.” If he found out he was on her list of suspects, she’d be on his shit list permanently.


Racing to lock down the CDC's deadly virus samples from terrorists, ex-Special Forces medic Henry Lee partners with Ruby Toth on the Outbreak Task Force. But the terrorists always seem one step ahead. As they work side by side, Henry's taken with how Ruby accepts and respects him, instead of pitying him for all he lost overseas, including his leg. Ruby's hiding something, though, and Henry fears she's been leaking sensitive information.

Terrorists have kidnapped her brother, and now microbiologist Ruby Toth faces a horrible choice. If she doesn't give them a vial of Small Pox as ransom, her brother will die. She knows her prickly—yet very hot—boss, Henry, could provide the help she needs. But she joined the CDC to root out insiders plotting to unleash a bio-engineered pandemic, and she can't trust anyone. Not even Henry.

Each book in the Outbreak Task Force series is STANDALONE:
* Viable Threat
* Smoke & Mirrors
* Sleight of Hand
* Search & Destroy
* Hell & Back


Wednesday, September 23, 2020


Giveaway Alert!

If you dare venture beyond Disney’s magic and Miami’s high-rises, you’ll find yourself in

Florida’s untamed wilderness…

When your heart’s involved…

A bush pilot and officer for the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission, Josh Tanner is one of the tough cops needed to manage the rugged areas of Florida. And the minute he finds Delilah Atwood deep in the woods without a good explanation, he knows something is very wrong…

All the stakes are raised…

Delilah barely escaped her ultra-fundamental militia family years ago. Now she’s back to save her sixteen-year-old sister, and no government man is going to stop her. Josh isn’t going to stand by and watch Delilah risk her life, but unless he can get her to trust him, she may end up being the militia’s next victim.

CONNIE MANN is a licensed boat captain. When she’s not dreaming up plotlines, you’ll find “Captain Connie” on the waterways, introducing boatloads of schoolchildren to their first alligator. She and her husband live in central Florida just a stone’s throw from Ocala National Forest.

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I think I’m nearby. Shine a flashlight, call my name, I’ll find you.

Josh’s text sent a surge of relief through Delilah, and she sagged against the tree, eyes closed. “Oh thank God.” Seconds later, panic hit. Worried he would give up and leave before he found her, she scrambled to her feet, wincing as she accidentally put weight on her left foot. One hand braced against the tree trunk, she shouted his name, waving her flashlight over her head like a shipwreck survivor who’d finally spotted a Coast Guard vessel.

When he raced into the clearing, Delilah launched herself into his arms. He stumbled back a few steps before he caught his balance, wrapping her tightly in his arms, murmuring, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

She pulled back to see his face, and suddenly, her lips met his—or his met hers, she couldn’t tell which—and they were kissing with the kind of desperation reserved for real shipwreck survivors. The kiss went on and on, sensations rushing over her faster than she could sort them out. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer still, nuzzling his neck, sighing as he murmured in her hair and placed soft kisses along her jaw. His grip shifted, and she realized her legs were wrapped around his waist after she’d climbed him like a tree. His hands cupped her bottom, and when she crossed her ankles to get closer still, she winced in pain.

The moment shattered, and he slowly pulled back. She blinked, dazed and not at all sure she wanted the kiss to end. His eyes said he felt the same, but even so, reason had reasserted itself. He brushed her lips once more, then steadied her as she unwrapped her legs and lowered them to the ground. She winced again when her injured ankle touched down. His grip on her waist tightened. “Easy. Go slow.”

With infinite care, he maneuvered her down against the tree, then crouched beside her. He ran his flashlight over her with crisp efficiency before he set it off to the side so it wouldn’t blind them. His touch was gentle as he tipped her head up so he could see her face. “Are you okay? Which ankle?”

She met his concerned gaze. “Left one. And I’m fine. Nothing much injured except my pride.” She couldn’t believe she’d launched herself at him. “Sorry I, ah, overreacted.”

One side of his mouth curved upward. “The forest can be unsettling at night.” Then his grin widened. “But feel free to overreact anytime you want.”

They grinned at each other like idiots for a minute before she remembered she had to keep her distance. But dang, the man could kiss. He removed her boot, and the sharp pain jerked her back to the present. He ran his big hands from her calf all the way to her toes, then carefully rotated her ankle, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. When he was done, he gently slid her foot back into the boot, tucking the laces inside rather than tying them, since it was already starting to swell.

“The good news is I don’t think it’s broken.” He sent her the lopsided smile that turned her insides to mush. “The bad news is that I don’t think you’re going to be able to walk on it.”

“How far away is your truck?” she asked.

“Not too far if you have two good legs.” He stood and held out his hands to help her to her feet. The moment she was upright, he pulled her into his arms and wrapped her securely against his hard chest again. “I’m so glad you weren’t hurt worse.”

He kissed her again, gently this time, and Delilah slid into the kiss like a warm bath. She absorbed the strength of his arms around her and the beat of his heart thundering against her chest, feeling cherished and protected in a way she never had before. Slowly, reluctantly, she pulled back, and their eyes met and held, awareness buzzing between them like an electrical current. The heat in his eyes sent a low hum through her body. It buzzed through her a split second before he slapped at a mosquito on her cheek. She yelped in surprise, and he grinned. “Sorry. Bloodthirsty little buggers. Let’s get out of here.”

Keeping one of her hands in his, he turned his back and crouched. “Climb on. I’ll carry you back to my truck.”

Delilah was shaking her head no before he finished speaking. “You can’t carry me. I’m way too heavy.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you doubting my manly strength?”

The absurdity surprised a laugh out of her. “I would never doubt your manly strength, Officer Tanner.”

“Then climb on, and let’s get out of here already.” He crouched lower. “And stop calling me Officer Tanner.”

Since she didn’t have much choice at this point, Delilah gingerly climbed on. He scooped her up, piggyback style, and set off into the forest. He spun her around a few times as he walked, singing an off-key version of the seven dwarves song. “Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it’s through the woods we go,” then he whistled the rest, making up words here and there.

Delilah laughed and attempted, badly, to sing along, appreciating his attempt to distract her from her throbbing ankle. She took her cue from him and decided to enjoy the ride, the feel of her arms wrapped around his neck, his rock-hard arms supporting her as he strolled through the forest as though she weighed nothing. She was used to thinking her way through life, but with Josh, she was learning to simply enjoy the moment.


Excerpted from Beyond Power by Connie Mann. © 2020 by Connie Mann. Used with permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.

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Monday, September 21, 2020

Real or Fake: Creating Settings in Romantic Suspense Fiction

Congratulations to "Elizabeth H.", the winner in Jacki's giveaway!

In one of the scenes from my upcoming military bodyguard romance, Mission: Impossible to Protect, the characters are on the run from members of a dangerous drug cartel. When deciding where they would hide out, the storyline took me to New York City. I then had to decide where they would keep a low profile.

Many times, people on the run hide out in dingy hotels with shady people lurking in the lobby. I decided to shake things up and have Danni and Lars take refuge in an upscale hotel. No reason to sacrifice comfort for safety, right?

Well, their safe haven is compromised, and Danni ends up being kidnapped from the hotel spa. 

As I wrote the scene, I had to decide whether or not to create a fictional NYC hotel or use a real hotel as the setting.

For me, the decision was easy. I believe readers connect to setting just as much as they connect to characters. Using real locations creates instant recognition in readers who may be familiar with the city, attraction, landmarks, or locale. Using an iconic location like the Eiffel Tower or Waikiki Beach or the Seattle Space Needle enables readers to immerse themselves more deeply into the story because it provides a visual.

Since I’ve visited The Carlyle in New York, that is the setting I chose for my scene. If you aren’t familiar with this magnificent location, let me share a few highlights:

o The hotel was designed by architectural firm Bien & Prince and named in honor of British essayist Thomas Carlyle. It was completed in 1931.

o The style of décor is Art Deco.

o Every American president since Truman has visited The Carlyle.

o The 2018 documentary Always at the Carlyle features interviews with Carlyle patrons such as George Clooney, Sofia Coppola, Tommy Lee Jones, Anjelica Huston, and others.


For a chance to win a $5 Amazon gift card, tell me if you prefer fictional settings or real-life 

Here’s a short snippet from Mission: Impossible to Protect, releasing 10.20.20.

Hugging the backstage wall, Danni Knorr crept in the shadows, her SIG tucked into her skirt and her flashlight in her hand. The only light in the wings came from the red exit sign. The band’s frenetic sound matched her heartbeat as it raced to its own crazy-ass rhythm. Espionage beat the hell of spending the day in a biochemistry/physics lab. Undercover as rock star Alex Hardy’s bodyguard, she had discovered a new high. Like drinking expensive French champagne, she got off on danger.

This was a new thing. Before she’d been kidnapped, Danni had never thought about her body more than keeping in shape and healthy. Had never thought of holding a gun, let alone buying one and practicing with targets weekly. Had never realized just how many threats were out there and how little she’d been able to do to save herself.

Honing her body into a fighting machine with Krav Maga had been the first step of taking charge after she had been kidnapped. Then she’d taken classes on tactical awareness. She’d read up on the FBI and various police trainings. She’d even thought about joining the Jenkins Security agency, but Nick Jenkins had turned her down because of her lack of experience. At least he’d been honest with her.

The final step in her “recovery” was ownership of her pleasure. Sex with the famous super stud Alex Hardy was to be the ultimate statement of her proclaimed freedom. She hadn’t yet made up her mind whether to seduce him.

Right now, acting only as his bodyguard suited her perfectly. Guarding the musician after discovering that he was being stalked had been serendipitous. Ever since Jax—the Jerk—her fiancé had left her at the altar for a young woman with more sexual enthusiasm and experience than she had—or so he’d been happy to tell her—Danni had been unable to bite the bullet. There was only one man who’d tempted her to open up and be vulnerable as well as passionate, and sadly, it wasn’t Alex, no matter how much she tried to persuade herself to give him a chance.

About Jacki’s upcoming release ~ Mission: Impossible to Protect

She’s a nerd turned ninja…

Working as a top-secret biochemist, Danni Knorr was kidnapped and almost killed by terrorists who wanted her research. After narrowly escaping with her life, she vowed never to be a victim again. To confront her fears, Danni becomes the kind of woman no one dare mess with, learning martial arts and firearms. She’s traded in her lab coat for a holster, working as a kickass personal bodyguard for a famous rock star. But she’s in way over her head when she stumbles onto drug cartel business—business that could get her killed.

He’s a bad boy hiding a broken heart...

Lars Jenkins is the Spec. Ops Marine rescued Danni when she was kidnapped. In the months that have passed since then, he can't get her out of his head. While she’s hot as hell, she is trouble with a capital T. The woman attracts danger like a magnet—a sexy magnet, which is why Lars stays away from her. He was hurt once and won’t allow it to happen again. But when a friend calls in a favor, Lars finds himself helping Danni once more and the chemistry between them is more explosive than ever.

Stuck together again, the two decide maybe mixing pleasure with business isn’t the worst thing that could happen. The worst thing would be getting killed by the drug cartel hunting them.


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Jacki Delecki is a USA Today bestselling romantic suspense writer. Delecki’s Grayce Walters Series, which chronicles the adventures of a Seattle animal acupuncturist, was an editor’s selection by USA Today. Delecki’s Romantic Regency The Code Breaker Series hit number one on Amazon. For more information, visit

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