A Secret In Conard County. Rachel Lee

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Название A Secret In Conard County
Автор произведения Rachel Lee
Жанр Короткие любовные романы
Серия Conard County: The Next Generation
Издательство Короткие любовные романы
Год выпуска 0
isbn 9781474040075



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       “You want action,” Lance answered simply.

      “I get it. Well, I could take you to bed and make you forget it all for a while.”

      Everything inside Erin lurched sharply, as if from an earthquake. She’d been trying to bury it, but with those simple words he opened wide her growing hunger for him.

      Irritated with herself, she snapped, “Think you’re that good, huh?”

      He amazed her by laughing. “I suspect we’re both that desperate. You think I haven’t noticed you eyeballing me?”

      Oh, God. But she refused to be embarrassed. Far better to go on the attack. “You are a hunk,” she said bluntly. “So? Does a swelled head go with that?”

      “No, but another kind of swelling …”

      “Stop it,” she said sharply. “You can’t jump my bones yet, and I don’t want to jump yours.”

      Damn him, he caught the one word that gave her away. Arching a brow, he repeated, “Yet?”

      * * *

      Don’t miss the next story in Rachel Lee’s Conard County: The Next Generation series, coming to you Summer 2016.

       A Secret in Conard County

       Rachel Lee

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      RACHEL LEE was hooked on writing by the age of twelve and practiced her craft as she moved from place to place all over the United States. This New York Times bestselling author now resides in Florida and has the joy of writing full-time.

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      Contents

       Cover

       Introduction

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Epilogue

       Extract

       Copyright

      Two days had passed, but the bomber was still shaking. He hid out in the abandoned warehouse, in one tiny corner, and had built up an extra wall of empty crates to hide behind. He had plenty to fear.

      Someone knew who he was. Someone had put him on a job that had caused him to shoot an FBI agent. Shooting people sickened him. Bombs were so much cleaner, and while he enjoyed reading about the aftermath, he didn’t want to see it. One bomb, poof, the person was gone, turned into a red mist that left little enough behind. Shooting...not so clean. It was close, it was personal and he’d never forget that agent’s face.

      Plus, it was bad enough having the Feds after him even before he’d hurt one of their own.

      Inevitably, his cell phone rang. Nobody should have his number, but someone had got it, and he knew what he’d hear on the other end: the mechanical voice that had given him this last job. Ordered him to complete it under threat of exposing him.

      But he’d never dreamed he’d have to shoot that woman. Her face haunted him as no face ever had before. He needed to erase her, but was terrified of it. He needed to turn her into a red haze, and he didn’t want to see it happen. What if she remembered his face?

      His hand was still shaking as he answered the phone. As expected, it was the mechanical voice, calling from a number he couldn’t locate or identify. Once the number had even changed.

      “You fool,” said the mechanically distorted voice. “You shot her, you blew up her house and she’s still alive. I told you she was close to getting you.”

      “I know.” His voice sounded thin to his own ears.

      “You should never have called her to taunt her. You put her on guard. You made a mess of it. Now you’re going to have to clean up your mess.”

      “I can’t do anything in a hospital. Too many people.” He never wanted to hurt a lot of people. Only his carefully chosen victims, women who had treated him badly. Not little kids. Not nurses and doctors. Not even FBI agents.

      “Not now. She looks like she’s going to survive. Later, when she’s on leave, you’re going to blow her up.”

      He could do that if he knew where to look. Some of his tremors faded. “Yes.”

      “I’ll tell you when and where. And this time you’d better not screw it up, or I’ll turn you in. You’ll spend the rest of your life confined to a tiny cell. Maybe they’ll even kill you.”

      Dealing death was one thing. Being killed was another. He said nothing.

      “Do you understand me? You take her out and I won’t turn you in.”

      “Yes,” he said. A new mission, a new target. His heart rate steadied. He could do this.

      “For now lay low. I’ll tell