Upcoming Release
I have two romantic suspense books coming out over the next few weeks. First, let’s talk about FALLING HARD, the second single title in my Bad Boys Undercover series from Avon. Weston Brown is a big, quiet retired Marine. He’s practical and dedicated to the team. He’s the guy they send in to get the job done without any fuss. This time the “job” is to track down Lexi Palmer and get her out of Pakistan. She’s been working in a clinic near the base of K2 and has seen some things she shouldn’t, so it’s safer for her to get out of the country. But Lexi is strong and smart and not really someone West can push around. She’s also a big talker, which drives West nuts. So, basically, they’re perfect for each other.
Here’s a short excerpt to give you a peek into their relationship at the beginning of the books:
She blew out a long breath as the stiffness across her shoulders eased. “Thank God you’re here.”West tagged her as American but definitely not male, which made little sense under the circumstances. But she wasn’t firing at random, so he considered that a bit of good luck.
Still, a potential novice with a weapon was an invitation to get his nuts blown off and he sure as hell didn’t agree to that when he signed the Alliance employment contract. “Ma’am, I need to you put that gun down.”
She blinked a few times before her gaze went to her hands. It was as if she forgot she took the weapon off the dead guy when he dropped it. “Why?”
West chalked the confusion up to chaos of the last few minutes, but shock and bullets rarely mixed well. “I don’t want to be shot.”
Her chin came up as she nodded at him. “That makes two of us, so you lower yours first.”
Okay, chaos or not her attempt to order him around was pretty fucking hot. Kind of brave, too. “No.”
Not dropping his guard, West took a second to study her. Long hair, half in and half out of a ponytail, huge whiskey brown eyes and the sexiest pouty mouth he’d ever seen. He couldn’t make out her frame under the olive pants and oversized long-sleeve tee but he guessed curvy.
Not just pretty but lose-the-ability-to-spell sexy. Of course that could be the gun. Something about a woman holding a weapon turned him on, sick twist that he was.
“I’m not really giving you a choice,” he said, more to stall than anything else.
Josiah moved in, step by small step, as if not to scare or rattle her. Pretty soon two trained men would almost be on top of her and then it was just a matter of time until one of them wrestled the weapon away from her.
And that’s how it would end because there was no way West was heading back home after this and listening to the shit he would get from Bravo team if he let a hot brunette get the jump on him and take a shot. He had a badass shoot-anything reputation to uphold.
“At this distance I can blow your balls off,” she said, looking ready to do just that.
Then again… “Okay, that’s a solid argument.”
