Collateral Damage

Published: 02/19/2016










ISBN Digital: 9781509205509
ISBN Print: 9781509205493
Page Count: 318
Word Count: 83745
Rating: Sensual


For three years Laura Drake has watched Senator Pete Worthington promote a series of gorgeous women while she sits in a forgotten corner answering constituent letters on an outdated computer. When Worthington asks her to find an elusive file one Friday night he sets off a series of events that brands her as a killer and puts her life in jeopardy. The path she sets out on forces her to confront not only the nature of evil but the ghosts from her past that have never been set to rest.FBI Agent Dalton Ross transferred from Chicago to Washington to escape his own ghosts. When his investigation leads him to Laura he's torn between his desire to keep her safe and the need to protect his own heart. As the mystery that surrounds them deepens, Laura and Dalton race to save themselves and the nation from someone willing to sacrifice anything to protect a secret.

Excerpt:

He drove another quarter of a mile before pulling up alongside a darkened colonial with a FOR SALE sign out front. He couldn’t be sure it was vacant, but the unmowed lawn and lack of toys was a tip-off. “You stay here,” he said, killing the engine and handing her a slip of paper. “If I’m not back in half an hour, call this number. Don’t open the doors for anybody but me.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“No,” he said levelly. “You’re not. You’re lucky I brought you along. But no way in hell are coming into that house with me.”

“It looked like nobody was there.”

“Yeah, and that’s how it’s gonna look when I’m inside, too.” He checked his gun and opened the driver’s side door as quietly as possible. “Appearances can be deceiving.”

She opened her door too. “You leave me here, I’m gone when you get back.” She flashed an object in front of his face. “And I’ve got the key.”

“Do you have a death wish or something?” How had she managed to get hold of the key? He was sure he’d put it in his wallet, which was tucked away in the glove compartment. He would have remembered it if she’d opened it. “I thought you said you were dull.”

“I am.” She deposited the key down the front of her dress. “But I’m kinda getting the hang of this adventure thing.”

A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, but he suppressed it. She was charming, no doubt about that. And damn mysterious, too. As she stood there smiling with cat-like satisfaction he had to resist the urge to take her in his arms and kiss her. Just the idea of pressing his lips to hers was making him hard.

The trouble was Laura had no idea what she was up against. She thought of all this as an exciting change from her ordinary life. But this was real life, and real life was full of people whose sole purpose was to inflict as much pain as they possibly could. It was all too easy to go about one’s business without ever seeing the dark side of things—he’d done it for years and, in a way, he wished he could go back to being that twenty-year-old kid who signed up for an interview with the FBI mostly to impress his buddies. But after more than a decade spent hunting killers, he knew that like all fairy-tales, the happily-ever-after of suburbia had its monsters.

In real life, people died.




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