Название: A Secret In Conard County
Автор: Rachel Lee
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Conard County: The Next Generation
isbn: 9781474040075
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“You want action,” Lance answered simply.
“I get it. Well, I could take you to bed and make you forget it all for a while.”
Everything inside Erin lurched sharply, as if from an earthquake. She’d been trying to bury it, but with those simple words he opened wide her growing hunger for him.
Irritated with herself, she snapped, “Think you’re that good, huh?”
He amazed her by laughing. “I suspect we’re both that desperate. You think I haven’t noticed you eyeballing me?”
Oh, God. But she refused to be embarrassed. Far better to go on the attack. “You are a hunk,” she said bluntly. “So? Does a swelled head go with that?”
“No, but another kind of swelling …”
“Stop it,” she said sharply. “You can’t jump my bones yet, and I don’t want to jump yours.”
Damn him, he caught the one word that gave her away. Arching a brow, he repeated, “Yet?”
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Don’t miss the next story in Rachel Lee’s Conard County: The Next Generation series, coming to you Summer 2016.
A Secret in Conard County
Rachel Lee
RACHEL LEE was hooked on writing by the age of twelve and practiced her craft as she moved from place to place all over the United States. This New York Times bestselling author now resides in Florida and has the joy of writing full-time.
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Contents
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Epilogue
Two days had passed, but the bomber was still shaking. He hid out in the abandoned warehouse, in one tiny corner, and had built up an extra wall of empty crates to hide behind. He had plenty to fear.
Someone knew who he was. Someone had put him on a job that had caused him to shoot an FBI agent. Shooting people sickened him. Bombs were so much cleaner, and while he enjoyed reading about the aftermath, he didn’t want to see it. One bomb, poof, the person was gone, turned into a red mist that left little enough behind. Shooting...not so clean. It was close, it was personal and he’d never forget that agent’s face.
Plus, it was bad enough having the Feds after him even before he’d hurt one of their own.
Inevitably, his cell phone rang. Nobody should have his number, but someone had got it, and he knew what he’d hear on the other end: the mechanical voice that had given him this last job. Ordered him to complete it under threat of exposing him.
But he’d never dreamed he’d have to shoot that woman. Her face haunted him as no face ever had before. He needed to erase her, but was terrified of it. He needed to turn her into a red haze, and he didn’t want to see it happen. What if she remembered his face?
His hand was still shaking as he answered the phone. As expected, it was the mechanical voice, calling from a number he couldn’t locate or identify. Once the number had even changed.
“You fool,” said the mechanically distorted voice. “You shot her, you blew up her house and she’s still alive. I told you she was close to getting you.”
“I know.” His voice sounded thin to his own ears.
“You should never have called her to taunt her. You put her on guard. You made a mess of it. Now you’re going to have to clean up your mess.”
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