Hero For Hire. Jill Shalvis
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Название: Hero For Hire

Автор: Jill Shalvis

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Короткие любовные романы

Серия: Mills & Boon M&B

isbn: 9781474050203

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СКАЧАТЬ ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

       Extract

       Copyright

       PROLOGUE

       FRUSTRATION BOILED UP inside, crawling, screaming to be let out.

       What to do?

       It should be so simple. There were only three things worth having in life—wealth, power and physical beauty.

       Yet none had been obtained, which fried the blood. Others had gotten what they wanted. Others like Terry Monteverde.... Now there was a woman who’d had it all and hadn’t even noticed. She’d lived her wild, wanton life without a single care.

       Shameless.

       She’d been punished for that, and that punishment had been quite satisfactory.

       Only that satisfaction hadn’t lasted long, not when the family reputation and success lived on through Terry’s younger sister.

       Nina Monteverde. Sweet and lovely. Beloved by all.

       Just thinking about it had the bitterness and fury burning inside all over again. The Monteverdes had everything, everything worth coveting.

       Yet they were untouchable.

       If only Terry was still alive to pay for her sins once again.

       Since she wasn’t, Nina would have to do.

       CHAPTER ONE

      MAN, THE HEAT was brutal. But then again, the weather in Rio de Janeiro was known for being brutal, even in the winter month of July.

      Winter being relative of course, especially in the tropics.

      Though the air came off the ocean and should have been cool, it wasn’t; but after four years in Brazil, Rick Singleton considered himself a Carioca—a native—and hardly felt a thing.

      In truth, he hardly felt anything anymore, and that was how he liked it. He’d definitely come to fit into the South American way of life, where everything was casual, come-what-may, and absolutely pleasure-based.

      Not many would consider their job pleasure-based, but Rick did. As a bounty hunter, he lived for the thrill of the chase—not to mention the money he got paid for finding his man.

      Or in this case, woman.

      Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the hazy Polaroid of a couple taken two Carnivals back. The woman with her feathery mask had eyes only for the man holding her close. They looked excited, anticipatory, and given the man’s hot gaze, they were headed for a night of passion.

      Rick didn’t know the woman’s name. All he knew was that Mitch Barnes, the man in the picture, had hired him through Finders Keepers, a private investigation agency in Texas, to find her. They’d spent one night together, she and Mitch, and the man was desperate, evidenced both by the ridiculous amount of money he’d offered Rick, and the tone of his voice when he talked about his mystery woman.

      He obviously cared a great deal about her.

      Given the hordes of tourists that came to Brazil every year to partake in Carnival’s decadent celebration, Rick doubted the woman even lived in Rio, but for the money he’d do his best to find her. He had no clues other than the elaborate necklace she wore.

      Mitch, an injured and recovering FBI agent now living in San Antonio, hadn’t known anything about the hand-wrought gold-and-emerald necklace, except that the woman looked gorgeous in it. Apparently their one night together had produced more than just a wild heat and passion. It had also produced a baby, a fact Mitch hadn’t been aware of until he’d discovered the baby girl left on his neighbor’s doorstep was his.

      Now more than ever Mitch wanted to find the woman.

      That was Rick’s job. Not much to go on, but he’d worked on less. He hadn’t screwed up a case since his ultimate failure four years prior.

       Four years.

      It was hard to believe it had been so long, and if there’d been any emotion left in him, any at all, he’d ache at the memory.

      But his heart was as good as dead. Nothing got to him, not anymore.

      He’d find the missing woman, no matter what he had to do, then get paid and move on. No sweat.

      No looking back.

      To that end, he stood in the middle of a particularly seedy favela, one of Rio’s many shanty towns, where one fifth of the population crammed together, struggling daily just to scrape by. The run-down cities within a city sat precariously perched on the steep hillside on either side of Rio, seemingly poised to slide down the sharp cliffs. Contrary to Rio itself, which arguably had the most gorgeous vistas in all the world, there was little beauty to be found here.

      Rick stared down would-be pickpockets and petty thieves, knowing the first law in a place like this was to see nothing and hear nothing.

      And keep out of trouble.

      If someone pulled a gun, or even a knife, he was on his own, as all government law and order stopped at the entrance to most favelas. Having been first a Navy SEAL and then a federal marshal in another life, Rick wasn’t concerned. He could take care of himself.

      “I’m looking for a woman,” he said in Portuguese to his informant, Juan, a well-known fence and all-around low-life con artist who’d sooner sell his own mother than go to jail for his petty crimes.

      “A woman?” Juan shoved his hands into his pockets and spoke in heavily accented English. “There’s millions of people in Brazil, half of them women. Pick one.”

      “This one.” Rick held out the picture Finders Keepers had sent him.

      Juan stared at it. “Nice.”

      “Do you know her?”

      “I didn’t mean the woman.” Juan let out a crusty laugh that told Rick he’d been smoking at least half his life. “The necklace. It’s similar СКАЧАТЬ