Bodyguard Rescue. Donna Young

      

      A large, dark figure slipped into the cabin

      Kate forced back the surge of panic and gripped her makeshift club tighter. His movements, silent and deliberate as he maneuvered through the room, reminded her of a stalking panther. She searched the silhouette for a weapon, but he had none. A flicker of déjà vu swept through her. Only one person moved like that. And he was the last person she wanted to see.

      Let me be wrong. Let it be a hit man on my back.

      “Roman?” Kate gasped. Her mind refused to believe what her heart now recognized. Roman leaned close, putting his face inches from hers. His sharp, stony features were barely visible in the darkness. But it didn’t matter.

      At one time, Kate had cherished every angle, every plane….

      Dear Harlequin Intrigue Reader,

      As we ring in a new year, we have another great month of mystery and suspense coupled with steamy passion.

      Here are some juicy highlights from our six-book lineup:

       Julie Miller launches a new series, THE PRECINCT, beginning with Partner-Protector. These books revolve around the rugged Fourth Precinct lawmen of Kansas City whom you first fell in love with in the TAYLOR CLAN series!

       Rocky Mountain Mystery marks the beginning of Cassie Miles’s riveting new trilogy, COLORADO CRIME CONSULTANTS, about a network of private citizens who volunteer their expertise in solving criminal investigations.

       Those popular TOP SECRET BABIES return to our lineup for the next four months!

       Gothic-inspired tales continue in our spine-tingling ECLIPSE promotion.

      And don’t forget to look for Debra Webb’s special Signature Spotlight title this month: Dying To Play.

      Hopefully we’ve whetted your appetite for January’s thrilling lineup. And be sure to check back every month to satisfy your craving for outstanding suspense reading.

      Enjoy!

      Denise O’Sullivan

      Senior Editor

      Harlequin Intrigue

      Bodyguard Rescue

      Donna Young

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      For Matthew, Cameron and Lauren

       The loves of my life

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      Donna Young, an incurable romantic, lives in beautiful Northern California with her husband and two children.

      CAST OF CHARACTERS

      Roman D’Amato— As a government operative, he is assigned one mission: to protect the one woman he’s ever loved—or kill her. Whichever proves most necessary.

      Kate MacAlister— A world-leading antimatter research scientist. Her recent development of a new energy source could revolutionize the planet—or destroy it.

      Nigel Threader— Underworld arms merchant who wants the formula from Kate—and much, much more. No matter the cost.

      Cain MacAlister— Kate’s eldest brother, Roman’s Black Ops partner, and a man with zero tolerance when someone threatens his family.

      Ian MacAlister— Kate’s older brother, a Navy SEAL with a reputation for getting the job done—whatever it takes.

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter One

      The screams sought him in the darkness where he was the most vulnerable. Sinking further into the shrouded layers of fatigue, he let the murkiness surround him. Maybe this time the shadows would provide refuge. Maybe this time she’d leave him in peace.

      Instead the tortured wails followed him, penetrating his sanctuary, their pitch growing maniacal as she pursued him. Didn’t she realize he couldn’t save her? Not now. Not ever.

      Taunting his cowardice, the screams became deafening, demanding his presence. Their razor-sharp edges sliced through the darkness and forced him away from the protective shadows.

      She appeared at the edge where light and dark blended into a misty vapor. Her features, contorted in anguish, softened when she recognized him.

      “Help me,” she pleaded, her cries turning to whimpers.

      The image grew clearer as the shadows receded. Her face, once exotic in its beauty, loomed before him now slashed and bloody. Her naked body, broken and mangled. Eyes, black as midnight, reflected the tortured spirit lying beneath.

      “Kill me,” she begged as her hands clawed at him, smearing his chest with blood. “Please.”

      “No.” His own scream wrenched through the air, its rawness jarring him from his sleep. His eyes flew open and he expected to see her body lying next to his, but only the smell of her blood followed him back into reality. The metallic scent lingered in his nostrils, mixing with the sour odor of his sweat and the staleness of the cabin. His stomach heaved in protest.

      “Damn.” Roman D’Amato swung his legs over the edge of the berth and pressed the heels of his hands against his temples. The sledgehammer inside his skull eased into a rhythmic throb.

      He’d made the wrong choice. If the nightmares were the punishment, so be it. Lord knew he deserved worse, much worse.

      He grabbed a cigarette from the nightstand and shoved it between his teeth, ignoring the slight tremor in his hand when he lit up. The first drag was long and deep, allowing him to savor the taste while it filled his lungs. He waited until the burning pressure in his chest forced him to exhale, then slowly he blew the smoke out, letting it swirl around his head.

      The scent of Amanda’s blood faded.

      Roman