Contemporary Romantic Suspense Excerpts

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More Than Friends? ~ Excerpt from 'Mission: Impossible to Love'

Nick Jenkins climbed the stairwell to Emily’s second floor apartment, playing every scenario in his mind. What if Ben and Emily were in the bedroom? Undressed. He shut down the idea. He would deliver Reeves’ message, he’d get answers to reassure himself that she was safe, and then get the hell out of there.

His heart was ratcheting all over the place. This was never the way he expected to see Emily. He planned to see her at his brother’s wedding months from now as a distant stranger. The one thing he learned from all the losses he endured over the years: Time helped everything. But he wasn’t going to get the bloody time and distance.

He reached the top step. And his eyes couldn’t take in the sight. Emily was in the arms of a tall blond dude in the hallway across from her apartment. Not Ben, the famous singer. Where was her date?

By the way her head rested against the guy’s muscular chest, they were more than friends.

Red flashing lights exploded in front of Nick’s eyes. His finely-tuned control over his body and his delusion that he was over Emily shattered into primitive and possessive rage.

“What the hell?”

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One Woman ~ Excerpt from 'Mission: Impossible to Love'

Sten’s day had gone from one clusterfuck to the next. And it all centered around one woman. He stepped into the conference room to interrogate his newest team member, one he didn’t trust or want.

A team member he was responsible for. He had a lot of questions for the child prodigy, starting with her violent boyfriend and why she got antsy when speaking about her hacking.

He was trained in asking unpleasant questions, and he planned to ask her every single one.

Maybe it was time to rethink his transfer to CC since dealing with soldiers trained in warfare was a lot easier than dealing with a woman genius with enough secrets to keep the CIA busy for weeks.

The slender woman stood gazing out at the gray, misty skies. Something stirred in him as he saw the dejected set of her shoulders and the way her oversized coat hung on her like she was a waif out of a Dickens novel.

“Hey, are you hungry?” What happened to interrogating subjects when they were vulnerable?

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So Tasty ~ Excerpt from 'An Inner Fire'

Grayce stood in the doorway wearing his shirt. Mitzi stood behind her. A surge of possessiveness hit him in the gut. He wanted Grayce Walters to belong to him and only him.

“How long have I been asleep?” She stretched her arms over her head. He watched his shirt hike up to reveal her thighs, high enough to tantalize, high enough to cause heat to pool under his clothes, under his skin.

“Three hours.”

“Wow, I was really out. I had no idea I was so tired.”

“My fault. I didn’t plan on a workout when I invited you for dinner.”

A patch of red appeared on each cheek. A woman who blushed, a woman with no artifice.
How had he gotten so lucky?

“Are you working?”

“I was.” He stood. He wanted to go back to bed and do all the things they had done to each other and more. Desire drummed through him in a slow, steady beat. With her hair sleep-tousled around her shoulders, she looked like the cover of Maxim, like every hot-blooded male’s fantasy.

He pulled her into his arms. She smelled of lemon and warm, sleepy woman.

“Are you hungry?”

“I am, but you keep working. I’ll fix something.”

“I’m hungry too.” He leaned down, taking bites of her earlobe, nipping at her neck. “So tasty.”

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Big Trouble ~ Excerpt from 'Mission: Impossible to Resist'

“Damn and double damn,” Aiden muttered under his breath. He should have known the “little” and “easy” favor for Jenkins was going to be “big” and “trouble.” Jordan Dean wasn’t the pampered princess, or the cold-hearted bitch Aiden had expected.

Jordan was a caring, straightforward woman who didn’t seem to be intimidated by him. Which was a first, especially since he had intentionally opened their exchange with his I-can-kill-you-in-ten-seconds-or-less look. Her grit made the soft, alluring woman all the more intriguing.

With his assignment in the Philippines finished, he had planned a few days to catch up with Finn. He and Finn made a point, whenever they got together, to toast Parker and the Afghan boy with a beer and a Snickers. Nothing in his plans had entailed serving as a fricking bodyguard for a billionaire’s daughter.

Their tradition had started when Aiden stopped by Yemen to check on Finn after the “situation” in Afghanistan. Aiden recognized that part of the trip was to assuage his own guilt in losing Finn’s buddy—a talented young man who didn’t deserve to die. Aiden’s visit became an annual ritual, spanning the past four years, and cemented their bond—allegiance between spec-op soldiers with the life expectancy of a daylily.

Aiden never spoke of the loss in Afghanistan again and doubted Finn did either. What was the point in examining feelings? Duty demanded you pick yourself up and do the job.

He was in Seattle because he wasn’t sure he wanted to pick himself up and do the job anymore, not after the death of Jackson in Marawi. The cryptic text from Finn—”The Frogman is finished.”—was a sign. Now, instead of decompressing with a fellow member of spec ops who would share his warrior’s view of Jackson’s death, and how many deaths it might take to finally say “enough,” he was duded up and playing nice to the same sort of people he had rejected in order to join the military.

Talk about irony. He’d had enough of the wealthy—most of whom had no concept of the realities of the working world—to last his lifetime. Though if any more assignments went down like the Philippines, his lifetime might end up pretty short.

He tracked Jordan’s leggy stride, acutely aware of how her hips undulated in those damn high heels. What was she thinking, wearing those shoes? She’d never be able to run away from an abductor in those things.

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Snow Fun ~ Excerpt from 'Mission: Impossible to Wed'

Gabe closed Lauren’s mittened hand in his as they climbed the slippery hill. The valley was blanketed in snow. The air was crisp, the sky bright blue, and everything around them was cocooned in white silence except for the sound of the snow crunching under their feet.

Tucked into a green stocking cap was Lauren’s glorious blond hair—hair that he dreamed about draping across his body. Her sea-glass green eyes sparkled like the glistening snow.

He pulled their sled behind them. He had a choice of a one- or two-person sled. Not rocket science after last night’s incendiary kisses. He had no intention of keeping his distance. He could have been sainted for his restraint after Lauren initiated the kiss with the bed nearby and her soft, hot body calling to him.

Mission: Impossible to Wed is part of the 10-author holiday anthology Christmas at Mistletoe Lodge.