Falling in love was easyBut staying alive was a whole other story . . . Ryder is an undercover operative for PAX, a worldwide antiterrorist agency that flies beneath the radar Joanna is a Hollywood makeup artist whose magic turns fantasy into reality on a daily basis He's a spy looking to come in from the coldShe's a woman who's never had a real home Sizzling passion . . . heart-stopping danger . . . the ultimate choice . . . Views: 11
MacKayla Lane's life is good. She has great friends, a decent job, and a car that breaks down only every other week or so. In other words, she's your perfectly ordinary twenty-first-century woman. Or so she thinks…until something extraordinary happens. When her sister is murdered, leaving a single clue to her death — a cryptic message on Mac's cell phone — Mac journeys to Ireland in search of answers. The quest to find her sister's killer draws her into a shadowy realm where nothing is as it seems, where good and evil wear the same treacherously seductive mask. She is soon faced with an even greater challenge: staying alive long enough to learn how to handle a power she had no idea she possessed — a gift that allows her to see beyond the world of man, into the dangerous realm of the Fae…. As Mac delves deeper into the mystery of her sister's death, her every move is shadowed by the dark, mysterious Jericho, a man with no past and only mockery for a future. As she begins to close in on the truth, the ruthless Vlane — an alpha Fae who makes sex an addiction for human women — closes in on her. And as the boundary between worlds begins to crumble, Mac's true mission becomes clear: find the elusive Sinsar Dubh before someone else claims the all-powerful Dark Book — because whoever gets to it first holds nothing less than complete control of the very fabric of both worlds in their hands…. Views: 11
"I didn't hire you to be my bodyguard."It was obviously an inside job—and security expert Campbell Steele figured he'd have to get very close to his new client, CEO Abigail McBane, to uncover the traitor. But when an electronic blip led to a bullet, he had to move fast….Suddenly the commitment-shy expert is posing as Abby's lover and jetting off to a conference in Paris. The city of lovers should be the perfect cover to trap the enemy. As the stakes keep rising, they soon realize it isn't just her company the traitor wants, but Abby herself. And Campbell isn't about to lose what he's claimed as his own….About the AuthorAddison Fox can't remember a time when words weren't a part of her life. In addition to being an avid reader, she loves writing novels about strong-willed and exciting heroes and heroines – individuals who are meant for each other and who deserve their happy ever after. After she makes them work for it, of course!Addison lives in Dallas. You can find her at her home on the web at www.addisonfox.com or on Facebook (facebook.com/addisonfoxauthor) and Twitter (@addisonfox). Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved."We 're not taking this job."Campbell Steele stared at the travel itinerary in his sister's outstretched hand and wondered—not for the first time—how a self-proclaimed computer geek like himself had morphed into an undercover operative. He liked a good adventure as much as the next guy, but nearly eighteen months straight on the road with an array ofjobs that boggled the imagination with human depravity was getting old.Real old.The success of House of Steele had surpassed every expectation he and his siblings had when they established the firm three years before and the latest assignment—a babysitting job for a rich heiress—wasn't high on his list of priorities. "I've made my feelings more than clear.""And you know my feelings on work. We take it when it comes."He made a valiant attempt to stare his sister down and failed miserably. "You look like Grandmother when you get all uppity like that." As an insult it was horrifi-cally low, but the narrowing of Kensington's gaze had the desired effect."Here are your tickets. You'll meet Abigail McBane here in New York and then fly with her to Paris tomorrow evening.""Because some disgruntled employee keeps sending her nasty emails? There's nothing in this for us, Kenzi. Her security folks should be able to uncover something as routine as this.""There's plenty in this and Abby doesn't want this going through her corporate folks. That's why she contacted us.""At least be honest with me. You're doing this as a favor for a friend, not because it makes good business sense. I could be helping Liam on that job in London or Rowan figure out her Chicago museum problem. Both need some serious electronics work.""I've got them covered. Now." Kensington pointed toward the TV mounted on the far wall of her office as a series of photos came up. "McBane Communications had a seven-minute security breach two days ago when their entire satellite system was unreachable from their central command. None of her experts could get remotely into the system while it was happening. Nor could Abby and her electronic skills are rock-solid."Campbell took in the images that f lashed on the screen before coming to rest on Abigail McBane. She stood in front of a large backdrop, obviously speaking to an audience, her slender frame clad in a fitted business suit and sky-high heels. A lush fall of dark hair fell down her back while wide-set chocolate-brown eyes lit up her expressive face.The entire package screamed professional and competent, yet innately feminine and he couldn't quite pull his gaze away fast enough."She's a beautiful woman."Since Kensington always saw too much, Campbell deliberately turned away from the screen. "What else?""Did I mention her top security team can't find the breach?""Inside job?" The question came out, despite his best intentions to stay uninterested."Not on the surface. That's what's not jibing for her."Campbell moved closer to the TV, the images pulling him like a lodestone. The damned Steele curiosity, he knew, even as he turned back to look at his sister. "They've got military-grade security. How else would someone get in? It's got to be an inside job."Kensington's gaze was laser-sharp, the frank assessment behind her cobalt-blue eyes direct and unyielding. "Maybe yes, maybe no. We both know not everyone can be stopped with a firewall, even ones supposedly as impenetrable as McBane's. Or the government's," Kensington added for emphasis.Campbell ignored the not-so-thinly-veiled jab at his youthful—and idiot-fueled—choices. "Seven minutes?""Yep.""And her systems people have checked the code?""Forward and backward and there's no trace of tampering, viruses or remote entrance.""She's got a ghost." Campbell knew the level of skills required for a job of this magnitude belonged to a handful of people. He ran through his mental list, discarding names as he went."Which is why she needs another ghost. One not employed by the company.""There are traces. Somewhere, there's evidence in the system of where someone tampered with it. You can't divert that much equipment without leaving a mark.""Exactly, Campbell. This isn't just me wanting to take this job for a friend." He saw the subtle pleading in his sister's eyes and wondered why she hadn't just started there in the first place.He might enjoy riling her up and giving Kensington a hard time, but there was no one's opinion he respected more. "Fair enough.""You're the only one who can find this problem."He might not be the only one, but he knew damn well he was one of the few who had the skills to match a foe with this degree of systems knowledge.He also knew Kensington's considerable instincts had hit on something.So why was he still so reluctant to take the job?He couldn't fully blame it on lack of sleep or a back-breaking schedule that invigorated even as it pushed him to his limits and beyond. Nor could he blame it on the lingering unease that never failed to tighten his chest when he thought about the threat that had methodically stalked and baited Sarah.So what was it?A security breach, conducted through electronic means and across a company with the size and scope of McBane's, was squarely in his wheelhouse.Kensington pointed toward the travel itinerary in his hand. He saw the briefest flash of sympathy light up her eyes before it vanished as if it had never been. "Get your game face on. You need to be there in an hour. Forty-five minutes if you want a good seat."Campbell glanced at his watch and quickly calculated the crosstown traffic between their offices and the Mid-town high rise owned by McBane Communications. "It's just a press conference. I'll stand in the back. There's no rush to get there.""I couldn't care less where you plant your petulant ass. Just get going. Find the bad guy and keep an eye on Abby in the process. Do what we do best."Abby McBane watched her key staff members file out of her office, a well of suspicion hovering in their wake.Was one of them responsible?One of these individuals—all of whom she'd known for years. People she'd worked with. Shared holidays with. Traveled and ate with.They'd all participated actively in their pre-press conference prep session and none seemed different. If anything, Abby knew, she was the one who seemed off, scrutinizing each and every one of them as she attempted to discern a traitor.She glanced at her inbox and fought to maintain a spirit of hope that had been steadfastly missing the past few weeks. Only time would tell.With a small sigh—one of the few she'd allow herself today—she turned back toward her email. A quick scan of her messages had her gaze alighting on a familiar name.Kensington Steele. College roommate and the first person who made her realize she had more to offer the world than a smiling face and her family pedigree.Abby clicked on the message, not surprised with the news.He'll be there.Of course he would be. Kensington always got her man, from a series of hot and interesting boyfriends to capturing a surprising number of criminals to getting her reportedly stubborn brothers to do her bidding.Her friend could kick the ass of the male of their species and have each and every one of them begging for more.Why'dyou stop taking lessons, Abby girl?Deleting the message and tamping firmly down on those whispers of self-doubt, Abby grabbed her tablet and flipped through her slides for the press conference. The words floated through her mind as she pictured the various inflection points, the moments she'd pause and where she'd push through the dense information.Her computer dinged like the final-round bell in a prize fight, signaling it was time for the meeting. She stood and smoothed her skirt, the tablet in hand and her stilettos sinking into the plush carpet as she crossed to the door.Time to face the music.Even if she had no freaking idea who was playing the tune.Do what we do best.Kensington's words still echoed in his ear as Campbell took a seat in the large auditorium that would house Abigail McBane's press conference. Despite his protests to his sister, he'd arrived early and taken a seat near the front, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he took in the room.The turnout was considerable, a mix of press and Wall Street analyst types all anxious to hear the next big thing in communications technology.While he'd moderately enjoyed baiting Kenzi, he'd done his homework, just as he did for every job they took on. McBane Communications was a global leader in satellite and communications technology. The daughter of the founder, Abigail McBane was reported to be cool under pressure and a highly competent executive.Which meant she must be seriously running scared if she'd go outside her own security team—individuals who'd been vetted and background-checked—to come to Kensington for help.A light hush fell over the room as Abby and her team crossed the stage to the podium. He mentally catalogued the line of executives that walked with her—men and women clad in highly conservative business attire—before taking in the woman everyone had come to see.Abigail McBane.That same fall of dark hair he'd noticed while in Kensington's office looked even lusher in person and high cheekbones framed her face with distinction. The V of her jacket revealed a smooth neckline displaying a simple strand of pearls. She was elegant and efficient, beautiful and businesslike.And when she took a spot behind the podium, Campbell briefly registered a moment of sadness that the specta... Views: 11
Essex Baker's bloodline was hunted down and murdered when he was a small child. He is the last werewolf in the Baker pack and has a constant target on his back. Taken in by a North American pack that protects those pursued by evil, he has worked his way up the ranks to the position of Beta. When witch Haven Carson is brought to the pack for protection, the need to keep her safe overpowers him. The same warlocks that murdered his family are chasing her. She, too, is the last of her coven. Haven's essence calls to his wolf in a way that no woman ever has. She is his mate, but she's harboring a dark secret, one that could destroy Essex.Haven Carson is on the run. A madman is chasing her, intent on killing her. With nowhere else to turn, she asks her estranged adoptive father for help. He sends her to a little town in Tennessee to a man named Essex Baker. Being around Essex calls to something buried deep inside her. It scares her, but also intrigues her. Secrets surround her and the more she is around Essex, the more things begin to come to light. Can Haven find her happily ever after, or will the people chasing her take everything, including her life? Views: 11
New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter is back with a breathtaking Lords of the Underworld tale about a warrior trapped by darkness and the woman determined to save him Having endured weeks of torture in the bowels of hell, Kane wants nothing to do with his beautiful rescuer, Josephina Aisling. The half-Fae female threatens to awaken the demon of Disaster inside him—a beast he’s determined to kill, no matter the price. Josephina is hunted by a brutal enemy—her royal family—and Kane is her only source of protection. He’s also the only male to ever set her aflame, and even he succumbs to the heat. But as they navigate the treacherous world of the Fae, they are forced to make a choice: live apart…or die together. Views: 11
She can kill with a kiss. But can assassin Tyree also heal one man's grief, and bring peace to a galaxy threatened by war?
For Tyree of the Su, being an assassin isn’t simply something she was trained for. It's the sole reason for her existence. A genetically enhanced clone—one of many in Refuge—she's about to learn her secluded lifestyle, and that of all her kind, is under threat by a race capable of neutralizing their special talents to leave them defenseless.
For Zander D'joren, being a diplomat has not only cost him his appearance, but also the love of his life. Scarred, grieving, he must nonetheless continue in his role as co-delegate to the fearsome Tier-vane or risk a conflict that could only end one way.
Now both of them need to keep each other alive and maintain a perilous deception long enough to renegotiate the treaty with the Tier-vane, or throw their people into a war that could wipe out Terrans and Inc-Su alike. But there's more at stake than humanity, whether true or modified. Can the love growing between them save them both? Or merely hasten their destruction? Views: 11
You go into combat, you fear death. It's what keeps you careful, keeps you alive. I've faced death more times than I can count. I've taken bullets. I've taken lives. But nothing can prepare me for the soul-crushing terror of being captured. *** I married a Marine. I knew the risks. Every time my husband shipped out, I knew there was a chance he wouldn't come back. But Thomas always did. Always. Then one day two officers in full dress uniform knocked on my door and shattered my world. How do you keep going when you lose what made life worth living? Views: 11
