Christmas Conspiracy. Robin Perini

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       “Are you okay?”

      “I’m great.” Logan shifted so Kat wouldn’t see the bullet tear just above his shoulder blade. The wound wasn’t bad, and he welcomed the pain. Better the one in his body than the one ripping through his heart.

      “Logan—” she began.

      “Don’t, Kat. Not yet.” He didn’t know what to feel except that he had two kids out there who could be in danger and their mother had lied to him for three years. She could have found him any time she wanted. Lived like the princess she apparently was in real life.

      The SUV pulled up to a small, wood-sided house.

      Kat clutched at the door handle but Logan gripped the latch to keep her from opening it.

      Kat glared at Logan. “I’m going in. They’re my kids.”

      His temper blew. “Get this straight, princess. Those are my kids, too, and we’re going to have one hell of a talk about that once everyone’s out and safe.”

      About the Author

      Award-winning author ROBIN PERINI’S love of heart-stopping suspense and poignant romance, coupled with her adoration of high-tech weaponry and covert ops, encouraged her secret inner commando to take on the challenge of writing romantic suspense novels. Her mission’s motto: “When danger and romance collide, no heart is safe.”

      Devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high-stakes adventures with a love story sure to melt their hearts, Robin won the prestigious Romance Writers of America Golden Heart Award in 2011. By day she works for an advanced technology corporation, and in her spare time you might find her giving one of her many nationally acclaimed writing workshops or training in competitive small-bore rifle silhouette shooting. Robin loves to interact with readers. You can catch her on her website, www.robinperini.com, several major social-networking sites or write to her at PO Box 50472, Albuquerque, NM 87181-0472, USA.

      Christmas

      Conspiracy

      Robin Perini

      For the real Lanie and Hayden—and their amazing

      big sister, Haley. You are the light of my heart, dear ones. I love you. Always and Forever.

      Sometimes a book takes sheer grit and will to finish.

      I’m blessed to have a best friend who stood beside me. This one is yours, Claire. Because you not only had my back, you carried me!

       Prologue

      “We start again,” the voice echoed down the hall, sliding through the bars to reach Daniel.

      He hated the perfect English accent, could feel himself sweat awaiting his own daily interrogation.

      “Why did King Leopold hire Logan Carmichael again?”

      A gut-wrenching howl echoed through the prison’s stone passageway. Daniel flinched. If only he could manage to escape, but beaten and bound to a chair, he was at the sadist’s mercy.

      “Traitor,” the unknown prisoner down the hall challenged.

      “Silence! I have more than one way of getting this information, and you are not that important to me. The so-called security expert should be disgraced for not preventing the massacre in the throne room, not trusted with more assignments.” A whip cracked across flesh. “What has Carmichael been commanded to do?”

      Daniel tried to force his eyes open, but they’d swollen shut, and dried blood sealed the lids tight. He yanked on his ropes. A warm trail of liquid coursed over his hands and fingers. Maybe he just imagined the sensation. He’d lost feeling in his arms hours ago and his shoulders had gone numb.

      The sharp lash of a whip sounded again and again.

      “Why is Carmichael in Texas? Answer me.”

      The beating didn’t stop.

      If Logan was really in Texas, Daniel was doomed. No one else knew he’d been in Bellevaux. No one except his boss’s enemy. A sour burning scorched Daniel’s throat.

      The man screamed.

      “Carmichael is not at his ranch in Carder. Where is he?”

      Daniel jolted. His torturers knew too much. Daniel knew too much. God, he wished he could forget. He’d been a fool. He should’ve told Logan his suspicions from the beginning. Logan wouldn’t know the betrayer was so close. Daniel couldn’t break or he would betray Logan, too.

      An ominous silence fell, and foreboding gripped Daniel’s chest like a fist. He couldn’t breathe as he waited. No sound came from the room.

      Crack!

      A teeth-clenched groan.

      “Not ready to talk? You have one hundred twenty-six bones in all. Do you have a preference?”

      Crack!

      An unholy scream.

      Daniel shuddered.

      Finally, one word.

      “Princess.” The man moaned. “Heir to throne.”

      A sharp curse exploded with the whip’s next slash. A loud crash splintered through the prison. “Revive him! I want to know who the princess is and where she is.”

      “No,” Daniel whispered. “Don’t tell.” He had to get word to Logan. But how?

      With a clang, the metal door down the hall banged open. Sweat slipped from Daniel’s brow, and his gut tensed, the response instinctive now. Heavy boots pounded toward his cell, then slowed and paused at his cell. Daniel clamped his swollen eyes tighter, using pain to sharpen his senses. He would fight them. They wouldn’t get what they wanted. He’d die first.

      He prayed he’d die first.

      Murmurs filtered from outside the cell. “Open it, and let me know when the other one is conscious. Although … I may be here for a while.”

      With his vision impaired, at least Daniel didn’t have to look at the satisfied expression on his interrogator’s face. He hated the guy’s icy smile. Hated that the man and his cohorts had killed so many people and no one suspected.

      More than that, because of their torture, the bastards knew more than Logan did and had planned accordingly. Without intel, even a legendary former CIA operative like Logan Carmichael could be ambushed. Daniel’s capture was proof of that.

      “So, the silence has been broken,” his tormentor taunted.

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