Shadow Hawk. Jill Shalvis

      

      “No screaming,” he reminded her. “Promise me.”

      She nodded her head. She’d have promised him the moon if he’d only get the hell off her so that she could draw air into her aching lungs. Besides, she was banking on someone, anyone, discovering them any second now. He nodded in return. “Good. Because I’m having a major guilt attack here, and I really just need you to co-operate.” That said, he lifted his fingers from her mouth. Immediately, she opened her mouth to yell, but he stopped her. This time with his mouth. She was so stunned, it actually took Abby a moment to struggle. He was kissing her.

       JILL SHALVIS

      Bestselling author Jill Shalvis has written over three dozen romances. Look for her stories wherever books are sold, and come and visit her on the web at www.jillshalvis.com, where she keeps a daily blog of all her adventures.

      Dear Reader,

      I’m drawn to action-adventure films, and if they have a romance in them, well then, that’s just icing on the cake. So it seemed like a logical decision to try my hand at writing one, romance included, of course – an adrenaline-fuelled, seriously sexy romance. Once I’d found my hero, Hawk, it was obvious I couldn’t write his story any other way…

      So I’d like you to meet Hawk and Abby, fellow agents on the run for their very lives. In the beginning, they irritate – and arouse – the hell out of each other. But danger has a way of bringing out the best in people. And the best between Hawk and Abby is very, very good…

      Happy reading on this one! And as always, I’d love to hear what you think. You can find me on the web, along with my daily blog about my own wacky adventures, at www.jillshalvis.com.

      Enjoy,

       Jill Shalvis

      SHADOW HAWK

      BY

      JILL SHALVIS

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      Being a writer can be lonely.

      Thankfully, I have a support group.

      Thanks to Steph for the sanity lunches.

      Thanks to Laurie for the sweet enthusiasm.

      And thanks to Gena for…well, everything.

      Couldn’t have done this one without you.

      Prologue

      Cheyenne, Wyoming Regional ATF offices

      SHE WAS ALL LEG, and Conner Hawk was most definitely a leg man. Hell, he was also a T&A man, but Abigail Wells, fellow ATF agent and communications expert, not to mention all around hot chick, was so well put together she could have made him a certified elbow man.

      Too bad she hated his guts.

      She walked—strolled—across the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms’ office, her soft skirt clinging to her thighs with every graceful swing of her hips. Her blazer hid her torso from view, but he knew she had it going on beneath that as well. Her honey-colored hair was pulled up in some complicated do that screamed On Top Of Her World.

      As if she’d read the direction his thoughts had traveled, Abigail glanced over at him, those bee-stung lips flipping her smile upside down, her eyes going from work-mode to pissy-female mode.

      Oh yeah, there was the frown, the one she’d been giving him ever since the day she joined the team six months ago. She’d come from the Seattle office, where she’d worked in the field. He tried to imagine her wearing an ATF flak jacket, guarding his six, and was halfway lost in that fun fantasy when she spoke.

      “You.” This in a tone that suggested he could, and should, go to hell.

      “Me,” he agreed, surprised that she’d even given him that one word. She usually avoided talking directly to him, as if he carried some new infectious disease.

      Odd, since to everyone else she’d been personable, even sweet and kind. It made that steely backbone of hers so surprising. When she decided to dig her heels into something, watch out. He’d seen it over and over, people so shocked by the unexpected toughness that this pleasant, melodious little thing exhibited that she got whatever she wanted. She must have been a hell of a force out in the field, probably underestimated by every single scum of the earth who’d come across her, but here in Cheyenne she’d stayed behind the scenes.

      “You’re late,” she said in a school-principal-to-errant-student tone.

      Oh yeah, now there was a fantasy…. He pulled out his cell phone and looked at the digital readout. Two minutes. He was two minutes late, and that was because someone had taken his parking spot. And he might have explained that to her if she hadn’t been giving him the look that people gave their shoe when they stepped on dog shit.

      Even as he thought it, her nose slightly wrinkled.

      Yeah. In her eyes—which were an amazing drown-in-me blue—he was about equal to dog shit. Nice to know.

      “We’re wanted in Tibbs’s office,” Abigail said.

      We? Well, that was a new term. Hawk dutifully followed her into their supervisor’s office, his gaze slipping down that stiff spine to her spectacular ass. Attitude or not, she looked good enough to nibble on. A little sweet, a little hot…nice combo—

      Whoa. She’d suddenly stopped, forcing him to put his hands on her hips rather than plow her over.

      Clearly hating even that small contact, she jerked free and sent him a look that said go-directly-to-hell-without-passing-Go.

      Right. Hands off. Maybe he should write that down somewhere.

      “Any news on the rifles?” she asked.

      Great. The absolute last thing he wanted to talk about. The rifles. Everyone had heard about the 350 confiscated rifles, which had gone missing from ATF storage before they could be melted down. Stolen, from beneath their noses.

      His nose.

      She was asking, of course, because he’d been the agent on the raid, the one who’d brought the weapons in. He had no idea how they’d gone missing, but he knew why. They had a mole and Hawk was getting too close.

      “No. No news.”

      “I see.” And with one last cool glance, she knocked on Tibbs’s door.

      I see? What the hell did that mean? Before he could ask, Tibbs called out for them to enter.

      Their supervisor stood behind his desk, which didn’t make that much of a difference since he was maybe five foot four and nearly as round as he was tall. The balding man shoved his glasses higher on his prominent nose. “We got a tip on the bombers,” he said in that Alabama drawl of his.

      Hawk had been working on the Kiddie Bombers for the past