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by Kris Norris
Description: A promise worth dying for...a woman determined to save him. All that stands between them and success is ten-thousand feet and a mile of ice. Ex-Federal agent Kyle Sullivan can't afford any distractions. He's in the middle of a highly volatile mission and the last thing he needs is to fall for the woman he's entrusted his life to. But his heart has other plans. Taylor Austin isn't sure what to think of her new client, the not so bookish "professor" Kyle Sullivan. Everything about him screams sexy, and she can't help but wonder if he's hiding something. But just her luck, all he seems interested in is trekking his ass half-way across a glacier to a deserted cave. And in October, the Rocky Mountains couldn't be more treacherous. If they can just make it across the ice sheet, perhaps she can convince him that she's more interesting than his job. Taylor is everything Kyle ever wanted in a woman--smart, strong and a whole lot of trouble. But he needs her, and not just to fill the emptiness inside him. She's the only guide capable of getting him to a remote hideout alive, and that's worth risking everything...even his heart.
eBook Publisher: Resplendence Publishing, LLC, 2010 November
eBookwise Release Date: January 2011
7 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [301 KB]
Reading time: 197-276 min.
Kyle Sullivan stumbled up the stairs, his footsteps echoing on the metal steps. Midnight again. Third fucking time this week. And nothing but a case of beer waiting for him inside. He jingled the keys, fumbling with the lock as he opened the door and walked inside. He took three steps in, tossing them and his detective's badge onto a small wooden table. He didn't bother with the lights as he staggered to the fridge, his mind drifting toward sleep, when a faint noise sounded behind him. He spun, gun already cocked, and aimed at the far wall.
"Not bad, Kyle. Your reaction time is better than I anticipated."
Kyle snarled, half engaging the trigger. "Then you'll be mighty impressed when I blow your fucking head off."
The man laughed, exposing his right side to the pale light of the window. "Really now, is that any way to treat an old friend?" He slipped from the shadows, taking a seat to his left.
Kyle drew a sharp breath and lowered his gun. "Malcolm! Bloody hell, I could've killed you."
"Aye. But you didn't. Besides, I wanted to know if your memory was as good as your reflexes. After all, it's been a few years."
Malcolm raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you going to offer me a beer? Though I have to say, your choice in lager has deteriorated over the years. Nothing but domestic swill in that fridge of yours."
Kyle chuckled as he grabbed two beers and joined Malcolm at the couch, sitting across from him. "You haven't changed much." He opened the bottle and took a long pull before relaxing back in the chair and nodding at the man. "I'd ask you why you're here, but there's only one reason you'd hunt me down after a decade of being on the outside." He met Malcolm's intense gaze. "I'm not going back. I left that part of my life behind for a reason. There's nothing Jack Conrad has that I want, anymore."
Malcolm stared at him, his eyes narrowed and his lips drawn tight, before he tipped up the bottle and downed half the beer. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he rested against the cushions, his gaze still centered on Kyle. "I didn't come here to ask you to rejoin the unit. As a matter-of-fact, I'm not with the squad anymore."
A cold shiver snaked down Kyle's spine. "But you're the Bureau's inside link to Jack. The only way they have of keeping the old man in line. Hell, you have higher security clearance than, well, fuck--everyone."
He stopped, watching Malcolm swirl the brown liquid around the inside of the bottle. If Malcolm had left the unit, it meant something was seriously wrong. He leaned forward, but Malcolm waved him off.
"I suggest you get comfortable, laddie, I've got a story to tell--one you're gonna wanna pay close attention to."