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AWOL from her military post, Lieutenant Liz Grant will do anything for the rebels she now calls friends. Her latest mission: return to the Beta Corps army and obtain classified information that could turn the battle in the revolutionaries’ favor. There’s only one problem: Commander Linc Cutler.
Strong, coldly handsome, and always in control, Linc is perplexed by the beautiful soldier brought in for questioning. He doesn’t know if he believes her explanation for why she went missing. He only knows his intense sexual desire for her cannot be denied.
Now enjoy an excerpt:
Pulling the mouth of an oven open, I threw the sheaf of papers inside. Orange flames licked the paper, tendrils of heat turning my weakness and words to flame.
At my back, another heat shivered up my spine. Linc hadn’t made a sound but I felt him. Hunched in front of the furnace, not looking back, I asked, “Let me guess, Little Miss Piss tipped you off?”
His footsteps rang while he ranged closer. “Are you having issues with El Tee Burr already? She just returned from a mission.”
Sabine Burr, snitch bitch, a burr in my backside.
“Nah. We’re destined to be best friends.” I closed the iron gate of the furnace and swiveled around to perform a desultory salute. “Commander.”
“Grant.” He ambled closer.
“If Burr didn’t come crying to you then why are you here?”
“I was looking for you, and I could ask the same of you.” Perspiration tracked down my neck and he watched it with avid attention before asking, “What are you burning?”
A grin lit up his whole face, putting Nate’s pair of dimples to shame. “Maybe I should fish them out.”
“Help yourself.” I stepped aside, hoping to break the strange intensity growing between us.
“I think those were personal records you’d rather not have anyone see.” Tilting his head to the side, he gave some serious attention to my chest before adding, “Not your brassieres.”
“I think the heat’s getting to you, sir.”
His advance brought him against me. “What are you hiding?”
Since then she's done this and that, here and there, usually in the nonprofit arena, until she returned to her dream of being a writer. Even though Rie basks in the glorious southern sunshine as often as she can, she's mostly a nocturnal creature adjourning to her writer's atelier (spare bedroom) in search of her next devious plot twist or delicious passionate tryst.
No matter what genre or gender pairing she's writing, she combines a sexy southern edge with humor and heart--and a taste of darkness.
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