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Last Rights
by Pamela Fryer
Category: Romance/Fantasy
Description: When private detective Fallon Monroe agrees to transport a clone across country for her nephew's lifesaving operation, she never expects to be thrust into a dangerous conspiracy. With anti-cloning fanatics after her, she has only her wits and special ops soldier John White to help protect the child--but her attraction to John is tempting her to break every rule she's set for herself. John can't remember his past. He just knows he must protect the beautiful woman who bursts into his life. But as his memory returns, John realizes he's not who--or even what--everyone thinks he is. Now he feels unworthy of Fallon, no matter how desperately he wants her. Pursued by terrorists and bounty hunters, John and Fallon face a terrible decision, and Fallon realizes she will do anything to save the child and the man who have come to mean everything to her.
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc./Faery Rose, 2012
eBookwise Release Date: July 2012
 
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [309 KB]
Words: 66503
Reading time: 190-266 min.
The detonation was so catastrophic it didn't seem real. Not on American soil, not since the Jihad attacks...
The child in his arms winced and let out a wail.
It's okay. I'll protect you. Desperation pulled at his fraying edges. Even as he thought it, he knew he couldn't. They would die. This child, and the beautiful woman who stared at him with such pleading in her eyes.
Not again, please. If there is a God... As quickly as the flash of terror hit him, it was gone.
The fireball swelled like a fiery demon's chest expanding on a deep breath, scorching the cars around it, before it rolled into the sky and unfurled in a plume of black smoke.
Someone had used an overkill of explosive. The percussion pressed on his ears and gripped his entire body like a warm, squeezing hand.
He lunged, shoving the woman against a parked car as the trunk of her vehicle crashed to the ground where they'd been standing. He sagged against her, relishing the softness that was a relief to the sharp pain throbbing in every nerve. He caught that flowery scent again. Tiny gray and green flecks created a unique turquoise hue in her panicked eyes.
Her gaze shot over his shoulder. He craned his head around and received a sharp stab in his neck as a reward. Two men, one the security officer from the second floor and the other in a black suit, were moving swiftly through the maze of parked cars. So there had been four, after all.
"This way," she said, slipping out from beneath him.
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