New Release from Jerri Drennen!!

I had to give my dear friend and fellow crit partner a shout out on the new release of her novel, Her Man Flint!!  I love her cover and the insides are pretty good too!


Grab a copy here: http://www.amazon.com/Flint-Departmen... 
If James Bond and Cleopatra Jones had a daughter, Adriana Kent would kick her ass.

Everything Adriana knows about being a top-notch, undercover agent she's learned from her partner, Flint Morgan, in and out of the sheets. That is, until he's caught between those same bed linens with another woman. Heartbroken, Adriana refuses to forgive him. But when 'the other woman' is found dead in Flint's apartment, she steps up to prove his innocence--he might be a womanizer, but he's no killer.

As Adriana closes in on a suspect, she's kidnapped and sent overseas to a sadistic prince who collects women like priceless pieces of art. Now this tough as nails agent finds herself playing the helpless courtesan to a man hell-bent on breaking her spirit. Flint arrives in the nick of time, dressed as a harem girl, fighting off randy guards and surly camels to rescue Adriana so they can fly back to the states to find a way to exonerate him for murder.


Excerpt for Her Man Flint
"Are you going to lie there all day, or are we going to getthe hell out of Dodge?"
The voice was unmistakable. "Adriana," he growled."What? Were you expecting Lindsey 'Silicone' Warren,perhaps?" Adriana popped her head out from behind the huge rock in front of himfor a brief second, glared, then ducked behind the boulder again. "Sorry todisappoint you, but that woman wouldn't break a fake nail to save your arrogantass.""Cute." Flint eased up and clutched his side, puttingpressure on the wound in hopes of easing the flow of blood between his fingers."You think she'd care one way or the other if you made itout of here alive?" Adriana continued. "Who do you think set you up anyway?"
"You did," Flint tossed her way.
She jumped up again, her eyes spitting fire. "The hell Idid. I stopped by Billy's this morning. He asked me what I wanted when I calledyou yesterday." With a seriousness Flint had never seen before, she shook herblonde head, her glare boring into him. "I never called you. He told me youwere headed out here, and I knew you were in big trouble. Did you know yourprecious Lindsey dated Hartford?"
"What?" Flint's mouth slacked in astonishment.
"Yeah, they were a hot item last summer." Her gaze turnedice cold. "Apparently the relationship never ended. Why would you think I'd setyou up anyway? Believe it or not, I did care for you at one time."
Adriana abruptly looked up and aimed her rifle, firing at aman who'd popped his head over the ledge, then cursed like a sailor when shemissed the mark. "Move your ass. I'm not going to be your back forever."
She fired again, this time smiling with satisfaction whenthe man clutched at his shoulder.
"One down."
Flint scrambled over to the boulder she used as a shield andpulled himself behind it, moving in close to her. Instantly, her womanly scentfilled the air around him, a perfume he remembered all too well—a sweet,flowery fragrance with just a hint of musk. The stuff had always done strangethings to his libido. Today was no exception. Even in danger and wounded, hefound it difficult to ignore her wonderful essence. Hell, her in general.
"Why'd you come, Dray?" He slid to the ground, his backagainst the rock while he wiped sweat from his brow onto his shirtsleeve.
He glanced back at her with curiosity. Today, her long,ash-blonde hair was pulled away from her face, her perfect ivory complexionsmudged with dirt that no way detracted from her beauty. Her attention was ontheir surroundings—no doubt trying to figure the best way to get them out ofthe mess he'd gotten them into.
He watched her intently, shocked to realize he'd missed her."Why'd you save me?"
She turned to face him. "We're partners. Isn't that whatpartners do?"
"But what about—"
"Forget it. So our personal relationship didn't workout—that doesn't mean our professional association at the department can'tcontinue."
Adriana turned away and fired again, this time at a manwho'd started down the ravine after them. Her shot was off again.
Intense pain cut through Flint's side as he shifted hisbody. "I owe you one."
She returned her attention to him and grinned. "Do I get tochoose payment?"
Before he could answer, she turned to the leather-clad manwho was moving again. Taking aim, she fired, hitting the goon in the leg. Theblast sent the assailant firing wildly in the air before tumbling down into thegorge.
"That's two." Her triumphant smile said she was pleased withherself.
"We were discussing payment. What'd you have in mind?"Flint's grin turned to a grimace when another wave of pain sliced through him.
Adriana's frown deepened as she studied the area. "Let's getout of this alive, and then we'll talk." She pointed to his side. "How bad isit? You think you can run?"
Despite the blood soaking his shirt, he knew he couldscramble if need be. "It's nothing. I'll be right behind you."
"Let's go." Adriana raced for the next boulder about twentyfeet away, Flint hot on her heels. On the way, she tried to sidestep sagebrushin her path, but instead hit it head-on and stumbled, rolling to the rockyground and landed hard on her back.
Flint dove on top her as a barrage of bullets flew overthem.
"Man, they really want you dead. Could you get off me?" Shescowled and tried to push him away, her breath coming in quick, uneven gasps.
Flint stared at her flushed face, painfully aware of thesoft yet firm breasts beneath him. Emotions he'd thought long dead stirred himto distraction.
"I'm sure the same thought crossed your mind a time or two."He studied her face for a reaction, then lifted himself from her.
A hint of amusement danced in her eyes. "No, not dead.Castrated maybe."
As she rose in preparation to run again, her meaning sunk inand caused Flint's groin to twitch. "Oh, that hurt."
He grabbed her arm and pulled her back to the ground asanother bullet buzzed past them.
"Yes, I imagine it would for someone who thought with hisdick instead of his brain."
Flint couldn't help but smile. She had such a foul, sexymouth. He reached over and laced his fingers through a loose strand of hair,caressing its soft, silky texture. "Have I ever told you, Dray, that you havethe prettiest blonde hair?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact you have. It was right around thetime you were trying to get in my pants." She glanced around. "We don't havetime for reminiscing, Flint. If you hadn't noticed, people are trying to killus."
"Right. Well, it is nice," he mumbled under his breath.
Adriana wiggled away and sat up. "Flatter me later."
He chuckled, then grimaced when his amusement garnered him akick in the shin.
Another round flew by and ricocheted off a nearby rock,sending them scurrying further behind the boulder protecting them, and remindedFlint that they weren't forgotten by their attackers.
Hunching over her, he asked, "Where's your car?"
"Over there." Adriana pointed to a large formation andalmost lost a finger when another slug zipped past.
She gasped and clutched at her hand, her eyes narrowing onhim.
"Are you hurt?" Flint reached for her fingers, but shepulled away.
"If I lose even a hair on my head, Flint Morgan, you'llpay."
Like a snake, she slithered toward the large rock where hercar was hidden. A well-timed storm cloud crossed over the sun and cast a shadowover the ravine, giving them the opportunity to make their move to the largerformation.
Flint crawled behind Adriana. He couldn't help but admireher perfectly rounded bottom, clad in a pair of tan khakis. She really did havethe best looking rear-end he'd ever seen in his life.
"Did I ask you to save my ass?" he asked, his mind nowconsumed by hers, rather than what he should be worried about—getting them outof this mess alive.
"No, but I couldn't help but recall yours, and I didn't wantto see it get shot off. Now crawl faster before my ass is the one that ends upwith lead in it."
He smiled again. The women definitely had wit.
They made their way to a pile of enormous boulders, just afew feet from Adriana's red Porsche when Flint heard the faint thrum of ahelicopter in the distance.
Adriana cursed. "Who the hell's coming now—guerillafighters? What if they're not the good guys, Flint? What are we going to do?"
"Just keep moving. We'll do whatever we have to. You got anyguns in your car?"
"Yeah, two. No extra ammo, though. Only what's loaded in myGlock and .45."
The chopper flew overhead and circled the compound beforefanning out into what was clearly a search maneuver.
"Can you see any markings on the craft?" Flint squinted,trying to make out anything that would give him some idea whether it was friendor foe.Her green eyes widened and in a soft voice she said, "Idon't think we're going to make it out of here alive, Flint. I need to tell yousomething."
"Oh? What's that?" he asked, his attention still on thehelicopter above them.
"I wanted you to know—"
"I think it's Billy," he interrupted, waving his hands todraw the pilot's attention.
The craft flew over them once, then landed in an open fielda short distance away.
"Run." Flint grasped her arm and pulled her toward theaircraft, using a zigzag pattern to dodge stray bullets, while fighting therush of intense whirlwind caused by the propeller blades.
When they reached the chopper, he shoved Adriana inside andjumped in behind her.
Instantly, they took off, hovering just long enough for themto see three men aiming their weapons up in the air.
"Get us the hell out of here, Billy. Before they shoot usdown." The ping of a bullet hit the side of the chopper and pounded home theimportance of Flint's words.
"Right away, boss. Glad to see you're alive. I thought I wasgoing to have to take you out in a body bag."
The chopper pivoted forward and left the compound.
"You might have had to if Adriana hadn't come along. SayDray"…Flint glanced at the blood clotting on his shirt, then looked up to meether gaze. "What were you trying to tell me back there?"
Adriana shook her head. "Nothing. It wasn't important."
She turned to stare out the window, leaving Flint to wonderwhat seemed so dire just seconds ago, yet now that they were safely on theirway home, turned into nothing?

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