Her Kind Of Trouble. Evelyn Vaughn

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      The stranger’s hulking body loomed, and the sharp tip of his scimitar hovered a mere breath from my throat….

      “You will leave Egypt, witch,” he dictated. “Today.”

      With a rush, air filled my lungs.

      “You will not interfere in matters that do not concern you.”

      Even as he said it, my fingers clenched around my sword. “Well, they sure as hell concern me now.” And I swung.

      Praise for Evelyn Vaughn

      “Evelyn Vaughn delivers thrills and chills in a true battle of good versus evil.”

      —Romantic Times

      “Evelyn Vaughn takes us on an exciting journey of bone-chilling suspense and enjoyable romance.”

      —Tracey West, The Road to Romance

      Dear Reader,

      We invite you to sit back and enjoy the ride as you experience the powerful suspense, intense action and tingling emotion in Silhouette Bombshell’s November lineup. Strong, sexy, savvy heroines have never been so popular, and we’re putting the best right into your hands. Get ready to meet four extraordinary women who will speak to the Bombshell in you!

      Maggie Sanger will need quick wit and fast moves to get out of Egypt alive when her pursuit of a legendary grail puts her on a collision course with a secret society, hostages and her furious ex! Get into Her Kind of Trouble, the latest in author Evelyn Vaughn’s captivating GRAIL KEEPERS miniseries.

      Sabotage, scandal and one sexy inspector breathe down the neck of a determined air force captain as she strives to right an old wrong in the latest adventure in the innovative twelve-book ATHENA FORCE continuity series, Pursued by Catherine Mann.

      Enter the outrageous underworld of Las Vegas prizefighting as a female boxing trainer goes up against the mob to save her father, her reputation and a child witness in Erica Orloff’s pull-no-punches novel, Knockout.

      And though creating identities for undercover agents is her specialty, Kristie Hennessy finds out that work can be deadly when you’ve got everyone fooled and no one to trust but a man you know only by his intriguing voice…. Don’t miss Kate Donovan’s Identity Crisis.

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      Natashya Wilson

      Associate Senior Editor, Silhouette Bombshell

      Her Kind of Trouble

      Evelyn Vaughn

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      EVELYN VAUGHN

      has written stories since she learned to make letters. But during the two years that she lived on a Navajo reservation in Arizona—while in second and third grade—she dreamed of becoming not a writer, but a barrel racer in the rodeo. Before she actually got her own horse, however, her family moved to Louisiana. There, to avoid the humidity, she channeled more of her adventures into stories instead.

      Since then, Evelyn has canoed in the east Texas swamps, rafted a white-water river in the Austrian Alps, rappelled barefoot down a three-story building, talked her way onto a ship to Greece without her passport, sailed in the Mediterranean and spent several weeks in Europe with little more than a backpack and a train pass. All at least once. While she enjoys channeling the more powerful “travel Vaughn” on a regular basis, she also loves the fact that she can write about adventures with far less physical discomfort. Since she now lives in Texas, where she teaches English at a local community college, air-conditioning still remains an important factor.

      Her Kind of Trouble is Evelyn’s eighth full-length book for Silhouette. Feel free to contact her through her Web site, www.evelynvaughn.com, or by writing to: P.O. Box 6, Euless TX, 76039.

      To Toni

      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Chapter 21

      Chapter 22

      Author’s Note

      Chapter 1

      One moment I was studying the five-thousand-year-old statue of a husband and wife, one of several in the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s sprawling Egyptian wing. What kind of romantic problems had they faced, I mused. Deception? Cross-purposes? Old wounds? Had love won out?

      The next moment, I sensed someone behind me, all size and impatience and body heat.

      And not in a nice way.

      “So you decided to be good, huh, Maggi?” The voice was too thick to be pleasant even if its owner tried.

      He didn’t.

      I recognized billionaire slimeball, Phil Stuart, even before I turned. And here I’d thought that this one-thousand-dollar-per-plate event was exclusive.

      “I’m always good,” I told him, masking my unease as I turned anyway. Phil was nobody I wanted at my back. “But if you mean well-behaved…maybe not.”

      “You gave up on those stupid goddess cups, right?”

      Gave up? It hadn’t been two months since I’d rescued the antique chalice of my ancestors, a holy relic called the Melusine Grail, from thugs sent by this guy. Since then, I’d been preoccupied helping nurse my sometimes-lover Lex back to health after a vicious knife attack.

      By more thugs.

      Probably sent by this guy.

      Supposedly the two incidents were unrelated. I didn’t need psychic abilities to doubt that. Either way, I’d had an excellent reason for not seeking out a second chalice.

      Really.

      I didn’t need Phil tossing out double-dog dares.

      Phil Stuart always looked a little off to me. Like a poor imitation of something better. Other than to check for the bulge of a gun—or a ceremonial knife—under his tux, I barely glanced at him before noting the two suited gentlemen lurking by the ancient stone archway. Was he kidding?

      “Bodyguards, Phil?”

      “Right?” He leaned closer, into my personal space. “You’ve given up on those stupid goddess cups?”

      “Not your business.” I knew how to stand my ground, even in two-inch, ankle-flattering heels. “Back off.”

      “Or what?”

      He wasn’t