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SnowBound

 

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Professional psychic Landon Mitchel is a desperate man willing to do whatever it takes to save his sister—including kidnapping a federal agent.

FBI Agent Haley Masters has a reckless side that leads her into dangerous sexual situations to burn off the anxiety of her job. When she meets a hot man in a bar hoping for one night of fun, little does she know he's about to take her on a wild ride of conspiracy, sexual exploration, and betrayal.

Will Landon be able to rescue his sister or will she be lost forever? Will Landon and Haley's mutual quest for justice bring them together or tear them apart as the danger of their twisted hunt for ruthless human traffickers comes to an end?

**contains sexually explicit and violent themes of an erotic nature**

An excerpt...

 

She slid her gaze over him and did a quick profile: bad boy con artist who liked his sex rough and his women feisty. At least a foot taller than her, she had to look up at him even from this sitting position. Chocolate hair waved back from his face and curled around his ears, green eyes focused on the amount of skin revealed by her blouse, and his smile screamed I'll-Make-You-Come-Over-and-Over-Again.

Exactly the disposable type she was looking for tonight.

Haley perched her elbow on the bar and faced him, her knee sliding along his thigh as she turned. "Issues?"

"Oh, she speaks." He drank his tequila while surveying the crowd around them.

"You don't care much for social boundaries, do you?"

"Do you?" His gaze lingered at the hint of her black lace bra exposed by the fall of her blouse down her shoulder.

He emanated power and confidence. His gaze across her shoulder, up her neck and over her face felt like a tangible caress.

She shivered under the scrutiny and squeezed her legs tighter together to stop the sudden tremble in them.

"I'm Landon—"

"I don't remember asking." Her gaze dipped lower over the leather jacket and black sweater he wore underneath it. Her fingers itched to touch him. "Are you a tourist or do you live around here?"

     "A little bit of both."

"A man of mystery."

"Yes, actually, I am." Smiling, he looked at the bartender and ordered a shot of tequila for himself before handing her the third one.

As an FBI agent, she knew the risks. She also knew she could handle herself.

Right now, she wanted to handle him.

"Man of mystery? You'd think I'd be intrigued and ask some questions about that, but I'm not."

"Not what? Intrigued or bothered to ask a question?" His slow smile reassured her that they were headed down the same path.

"Can you keep a secret?" She leaned within a few inches of his face and looked him in the eye.

"I've been known to keep many."

"I don't really give a damn about your story." She dropped her hand over his, watched the golden flecks at the center of his eye flicker with the dilation of his pupil. "But I'm definitely interested."

"Straight to the point," he whispered.

"Why waste time?" She slid her hand slowly off of his, enjoying the role of seductress. Her finger lingered on his wrist before she picked up the fresh round of tequila, lifted it to her lips, and downed it without looking away from his eyes.

Damn, despite her act, she really did want to know more details. He had a certain air about him that hinted at danger and darkness.

Landon mimicked her actions with the tequila, a challenge in his eyes as if daring to see how far she'd go.

What he had no way of knowing is that she didn't have limits, not on nights like tonight when the need for human connection drove her past the point of caring about rules or protocol. Nights like this she needed something to make her feel alive after becoming numb from a job that had few happy endings.

"Strangers in bars can be risky," he said. "Maybe I'm here to kidnap you and make you do my bidding."

"I have a license to kill...don't make me use it." She leaned her elbow on the bar, enjoying the baritone of his voice.

He quirked an eyebrow. "A woman after my own heart."

"It's not your heart I'm interested in having."

He laughed, a look of genuine surprise lighting his face. He dropped his hand to the bare skin of her thigh exposed between the boot and hem of her skirt. Leaning in, he asked, "Want to hear one of my secrets?"

"Not particularly."

"I have very few inhibitions."

Pulse accelerated at the idea of getting him naked and uninhibited. She'd had a frustrating month of chasing madmen across the country, battling red tape, and dealing with a challenging partner. Sitting within a fraction of Mr. Tiger Eyes, she wanted to unleash all that pent up energy onto him.

"Grab a taxi with me?" she asked, not willing to waste another minute on small talk.

"Might as well get on to the good stuff." He winked, tossed some money onto the bar and then stepped from the stool. Before she could grab her jacket, he held it out for her to slip into.

She slid her arms into the leather sleeves, back to him, and smiled at the gesture. When he pulled her hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck, shudders of pure desire melted her panties to her skin.

Danger always turned her on and, picking up this man felt like a Level Red Imminent Threat.

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