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One year ago, David Church kissed a beautiful, brilliant woman on an airfield in Iraq-and hasn't stopped thinking about her ever since. Now, the military veteran gets a chance to rekindle that fire when he sees his lost love again-looking sexier than ever-at an international conference in Athens. David yearns to take her in his arms, to hold her close and never let go. But when the bullets begin to fly, it's not just his heart on the line. It's his life.
When Molly Solent agreed to deliver intelligence for the U.S. government, she didn't realize she'd be caught in the crossfire of a surprise ambush-and underneath the hard-muscled body of David Church. Shielding her from harm and swearing to protect her, the elite bodyguard reignites a searing passion that Molly can't resist. But with unforeseen danger around every corner-and unquenchable desire in every embrace-falling in love could be the greatest risk of all . . .
When Molly Solent agreed to deliver intelligence for the U.S. government, she didn't realize she'd be caught in the crossfire of a surprise ambush-and underneath the hard-muscled body of David Church. Shielding her from harm and swearing to protect her, the elite bodyguard reignites a searing passion that Molly can't resist. But with unforeseen danger around every corner-and unquenchable desire in every embrace-falling in love could be the greatest risk of all . . .
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About Emmy Curtis
Emmy Curtis is an editor and a romance writer. An ex-pat Brit, she quells her homesickness with Cadbury Flakes and Fray Bentos pies. She's lived in London, Paris and New York, and has settled for the time being, in North Carolina. When not writing, Emmy loves to travel with her military husband and take long walks with their Lab. All things considered, her life is chock full of hoot, just a little bit of nanny. And if you get that reference...well, she already considers you kin.
Excerpt:
David. Here.
Hell, he looked good. All
these months waiting for him, and he was just here.
When she first really laid
eyes on him, she was peeking at him through a window as he took an impossible
shot into a trailer and saved them. He’d been drunk, and impossible. And she’d
wanted him so much. Wanted to save him, to make him feel better. To stomp on
whatever demons were keeping him from participating in reality. To run her
fingers through his short dark hair. His eyes had been so sad, and he’d seemed
resigned. Like he’d already given up on life. In that second he’d broken her
heart, as he’d saved her life.
It hadn’t hurt that he was
tall, and built in the way only a career combat military guy could be. Broad
shouldered, with hard arms that she just wanted to be wrapped in. When his dark
eyes had rested on hers, the hard lines on his face faded, and although his
lips remained pressed into a hard line, his eyes had smiled at her. She
thought. Maybe she hoped.
She wanted to touch his face.
To kiss him. To understand what had happened to him, and what had changed. And
he had changed. He seemed more in control, sober, obviously. He spoke with a
lower voice. Seemed less…something. She couldn’t put her finger on the change.
Her hand reached out to him, but she snatched it back before she could touch
him.
She was on a mission. She was
supposed to destroy the envelope she didn’t use, but in the end she hadn’t had
time to give him either of the messages, so she figured she should keep them,
but everything was getting confused in her mind. Should she destroy them both?
Is there someone else she should give the message to? She had to keep working
through the problem. If she stopped, she feared she’d break down and might
never be able to pull herself together. She didn’t want him to witness that.
She clenched her fists.
“Who was he?” David asked.
“He’s the Russian Minister of
Antiquities. Alexandre Doubrov. Why would someone…?”
“I have no idea,” he said
leading her back to the bed. “But you’re not going anywhere. There was no way
he’d have been able to survive that shot. I’m sorry.”
She nodded but said nothing.
He’d died right in front of her. Poor Alexandre. She had to get hold of Brandon
to tell him she’d failed. But she wanted the whole picture before she called
him. She yawned. Suddenly sleepy.
“So what have you been doing
this past year?” David said, his voice seeming miles away.
Her mind immediately went to
the airport at Iraq, as it had a million times before. He’d grabbed her and
roughly pulled her into his arms, telling her that he would find her and come
for her. Then he’d kissed her forehead hard and
departed with his old team of explosive experts on a mission, leaving her to
return to the states. Damn him.
