BREAKING POINT is done! Here's an EXCERPT

It is done.

Today, Dec. 2, at about 4 AM, I finished my 10th novel. Without getting any sleep, I went to work. Then at about 11 AM, I sent it to my editor in New York, and have been trying not to get too worried or depressed since then.

I always have a bit of post-partum depression when I let a book go. I've spent so much time with the characters, been in their heads 24/7 for days and weeks and months — and then they're gone. It leaves an empty feeling. I'm terribly fond of Zach and Natalie and the whole I-Team gang.

It sounds crazy, I know. But it's true.

I feel like the story turned out pretty well. It is absolutely the most action-packed I-Team book to date, and perhaps the scariest.

I hope with all my heart that you enjoy it and find it worth the wait.

To celebrate finishing the book — and to celebrate the fact that it's my 10th novel — I'm sharing an excerpt with you.

Here you go:

From Breaking Point, an I-Team Novel

Natalie took a sip of coffee, studying Zach over the top of her porcelain cup as he devoured what was left of his breakfast. Most of the time when she interviewed someone, she had a good sense of whether that person was telling her the truth. Today, however, her intuition seemed to be taking a vacation.

Maybe the stakes were too high this time. Maybe she was too caught up in her own emotions and too close to the situation to focus clearly. Or maybe Zach was just harder to read than most people.

If only he would put on a shirt!

It wasn't right for any man to be so dangerous and so sexy at the same time. Her adrenaline gland and her ovaries were locked in a shouting match now, the former insisting she needed to run away fast, the latter wishing he'd kiss her again.

And that's why you need to think with your brain.

She set her cup down. "How did you get shot? I've seen the scar."

"A man aimed an AK-47 at my back and fired." He shoveled the last bite of hash browns into his mouth and chewed.

Okay, so he wasn't going to answer that one.

"What's your last name?"

He set down his fork and napkin. "Smith. No, Jones. No, wait — it's Black. I like that better. Zach Black. It rhymes."

He wasn't going to answer that one either.

"If you didn't steal the cocaine, Zach Black, why didn't you just tell me that right away? Why let me believe you're some kind of criminal if you're not?"

"I was afraid you'd start asking a lot of questions, like you always do, and we both had more important things to deal with." His plate clean, he reached for his coffee, then leaned back in his chair, his long legs stretched out in front of him, his pants riding low enough on his hips to expose a trail of dark hair that disappeared behind his zipper. "Besides, it's not like you were going to say, 'Please leave me with the Zetas.'"

He took a sip.

"Why did the Zetas think you'd stolen the drugs if you didn't?"

He seemed to think about this, as if deciding whether or not to answer. "The person I believe stole the shipment drugged me, then handed me over to them and told them I'd stolen it, making me the scapegoat for her actions."

A woman? "She drugged you?"

He nodded. "She called, asked me to meet her at a bar in Juárez, and the next thing I knew, I was a guest in Hotel Zeta."

Hotel Zeta?

More like Hell on Earth.

Natalie couldn't fathom how he could make light about his captivity after what he'd been through. "Didn't she care what they would do to you?"

"I guess she cared more about money." He took another sip.

"That's terrible."

Proof of how much he'd suffered was still visible on his body—from the dark purple bruise on his ribcage to the faint pink electrical burns on his chest and belly to the gauze bandages on his raw, blistered wrists. If what he'd said was true, this person had turned him over to the Zetas, knowing full well he would be tortured and killed.

How could any woman be so heartless?

The next question that popped out of Natalie's mouth was not the one she'd been about to ask. "Was she your lover?"

How incredibly rude! That's none of your business, girl!

Zach didn't answer right away, his lips curving in a smile. "Now why, oh, why would you ask me that, Ms. Benoit?"

"No reason." She felt herself blush. "Just curious."

"Ah, I see." He set his coffee cup down on the tray, the amused expression on his face telling her that he did see—right through her. "No, she wasn't my lover—though not for lack of trying on her part."

So Zach didn't sleep with every woman who threw herself at him. That was good to hear. "Are you married?"

He shook his head. "No."

Natalie couldn't seem to stop herself. "Divorced?"

"No!"

"Gay?"

He came face to face with her in one smooth motion, so close that she could see flecks of gold in the gray of his irises, the spicy-clean scent of his skin filling her lungs. "Oh, angel, I think you know the answer to that one, but if you need proof… "

A big hand slid into her hair, cradling the back of her skull, angling her face upward. Pulse tripping, she found herself looking into his eyes, wondering if he would was really going to do it, if he was really going to kiss her.

And then he did kiss her.

Slowly.

He brushed his lips over hers, the mere whisper of a touch sending shudders through her, making her breath catch. Then he slipped his other arm around her and drew her against his bare chest, the hard feel of his body making her go weak. But still he didn't kiss her full on, teasing her mouth with his, nipping her lips, tracing their outline with his tongue, until her lips tingled and ached and she was trembling.

She shouldn't let him do this. Zach was a dangerous man, a killer. She knew next to nothing about him, not even his last name. All she had was his promise that he wasn't a criminal. But it had been so long since a man had touched her, so long since she'd wanted a man to touch her.

She slid her arms around his neck, arched into him, desperate for more.

He groaned, and the hand in her hair became a fist. And in a heartbeat the kiss transformed, his lips pressing hard and hot against hers, his tongue thrusting deep.

Oh, my stars!

Heat lanced through her, striking deep in her belly. With a whimper, she kissed him back, welcoming his tongue with her own, breathing in the male scent of him, her insides going liquid as his hand moved slowly down her spine.


Mark your calendars. The book will be released on May 3! That's two months earlier than we all expected because someone — that's me — has missed more night's sleep than you can imagine trying to meet that deadline. The story is already available for pre-order on Amazon.com.

Time to rest for a while.

And then, we'll be takin' a journey through time back to Fort Elizabeth, where Connor MacKinnon is in a world of trouble...