My Brother's Sins (paperback)












ISBN Digital: 9781509205790
ISBN Print: 9781509205783
Page Count: 352
Word Count: 87110
Rating: Sensual
MSRP: 16.99


Ryan Marshall’s kid brother has always been trouble. Now, his brother wants Ryan, ex-DEA agent, to protect the woman he loves from a notorious, Mexican drug cartel. The second Ryan lays eyes on Hallie Harkins, he knows he’s made a mistake. Hallie’s blonde beauty and stubborn grit tempt him like no woman ever has. It’s all he can do to keep his hands off her…and his heart intact.

Hallie’s worst fears are realized when the man she expects to meet, vanishes. In his place, a disturbingly attractive stranger appears, claiming he’s been sent to protect her. Can she trust him? Or is he working with her pursuers? Following an attempt on Hallie’s life, she and Ryan join forces, embarking on a perilous mission of danger and desire taking them from rural Montana to the sunny shores of Acapulco Bay, and into the clutches of a ruthless killer. Will they survive the mission together and find love in each other's arms?

Excerpt:

Hallie’s face paled, and shadows dimmed her sapphire eyes.

He shouldn’t have taken her out of the bar. He’d only made things worse. No wonder she was afraid of him. What woman wouldn’t be after his caveman tactics? But then he recalled his brother’s troubled voice, and his guilt fled. This misunderstanding was her fault. She’d refused to talk inside the bar, leaving him no other choice.

The uncertain light cast by the flickering neon sign revealed her long, slim legs covered by body-hugging, white, denim pants, which cupped her hips. The soft mounds of her breasts swelled against the fabric of her blue blouse.

Sweat beaded his brow. He forced his gaze back to her face.

Her full, red lips parted, and the tip of a pink tongue peeked out as she licked her lips.

He gulped.

“What aren’t you telling me?” she asked. “Is Geordie okay?”

Her frantic voice broke through the haze surrounding him. He took a quick breath. “You want to know about Geordie?”

She nodded.

“Well, then, come on.” He turned on his heel and started walking across the parking lot, not looking to see if she followed, half hoping she wouldn’t. He couldn’t think with her perfume, something spicy, hinting at sensual delights, wafting on the night air. At least, he couldn’t think with his brain. Other body parts were more than willing to do the thinking for him.

“Where are you going?” she called after him.

He rummaged in his pocket for his keys and opened the door of his old, red, four-wheel drive truck. Casting a glance over his shoulder, he saw she still stood where he’d left her. He nodded. He’d figured she was too smart to drive off with a man she didn’t know. He couldn’t risk another look, but against all reason, he did.

She stood alone, illuminated by the faint light of the distant street lamp, looking frightened and vulnerable.

He rubbed a hand over his face, the stubble rasping in the night air. Sighing, he spoke, knowing he was making a mistake even as the words left his lips. “I thought you cared about Geordie. You said you wanted to know how he is.”

A long silence ensued.

The indecision on her ashen face was visible across the distance separating them.

“How do I know this isn’t a trick?” she asked. “How do I know you’re not one of them?” Her voice was barely audible over the dull throb of music escaping the bar.

He climbed inside the truck, closed the door and leaned his head out the open window. “I guess you’re going to have to trust me.”

She still didn’t budge.

He’d done everything short of actually kidnapping her. What more could he do? Sliding the keys into the ignition, he started the truck. As he put the vehicle into gear, the passenger door swung open, and she climbed onto the seat beside him.

Strapping on her seat belt, she said, “Let’s go.”

“Let’s go?”

“Take me to Geordie.” She peered through the truck’s rear window and sucked in a sharp breath. “Come on. Let’s get going. What are you waiting for?”

She sat as close to the passenger door as possible and still be inside the truck. Fear pulsed off her in waves, fear of him. Yet, she’d climbed into his truck willing to drive off into the night.




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