Her Lost Lover
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by Jade James
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Scientist Miranda Cruz has created the world's first flu vaccine strong enough to save the lives if a pandemic occurs. But saving the world comes with consequences. When an attempt is made on her life and her estranged husband Devin steps in to the rescue, she must reevaluate her priorities in hopes of saving her marriage. Field Agent Devin Cruz gets orders from Lincoln Cross, director of the Spectra Group, to go and protect the president of Sterling Corp. Devin takes the next plane out. He has a personal stake in this assignment, saving the life of his estranged wife and relighting the love they once shared.
eBook Publisher: Cobblestone Press, 2006
eBookwise Release Date: January 2008
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [76 KB]
Reading time: 47-65 min.
"Jade James beautifully addresses the difficulties of marriage and how two people, while very much in love, can drift apart. Sometimes life takes over and then we wonder what we're left with. Her Lost Lover is a touching look at the intricacies of life and while it might not always be a fairy tale, it can have a happily ever after. Then again, maybe that is the most beautiful type of fairy tale. Combined with intrigue, action, and intense sexual chemistry, Jade James has all the right ingredients to make Her Lost Lover a definite must read! 5 Lips."--Kerin, TwoLips Reviews
"Her Lost Lover by Jade James is an erotic, suspense-filled tale about two lovers reunited because of danger and drawn together due to their passion. The Spanish language scattered throughout added a certain something to the telling of this tale, and that, combined with the taut, well-crafted storyline, gives this book its perfect, spicy bite. Spine-tingling danger and spankings, sex and suspense--oh my! Five Angels!"--Michelle, Fallen Angel Reviews
Miranda unlocked her door, a peculiar sensation making her halt before she entered her car. She turned and looked around the garage, trying to find the source of her uneasiness. The garage was well lit. Only a few cars were still parked, typical for a Saturday evening, but something was off. The hair on her nape rose in silent warning. It almost seemed as if she were being watched.
She scanned the area one more time. Nothing but cars and a garage attendant in the office. Miranda shrugged the feeling off and slipped in behind the wheel.
Perhaps she'd put too many hours on this project. But she wasn't going to regret that now, not when she was finally done.
After cranking the car, Miranda shifted into reverse, pulled out of the parking garage, and headed home.
The nights were the worse. It was then, she would allow herself to really think about what had happened in the past three years, and it was the only time she would lay down on a cold bed and cry. The silence helped in momentarily unloading her burden, in easing the pressure of her emotions.
She didn't regret saving the lives of millions, but what she did regret was how she had to go about it. She would go after him and try to make things right for the both of them. It was time she put her fears to rest and get on with her future. She had her dreams and because they included Devin, once the distribution codes were in the right hands, she would try and repair her marriage.
Her biggest fear, however, was whether she'd waited to long. Would he let her come back after three years?
Miranda steered onto the road, the rain making navigation a bit difficult. Orange cones stood in the mud, warning her of a closed lane ahead. She steered to the only available lane. The rain was pouring in heavy, quick drops from the cloudy skies. Her windshield wipers didn't help her see anything clearer. She narrowed her eyes, focusing on her driving.
A pair of bright headlights from behind forced her to cast a quick glance at her rearview mirror. A large, dark SUV was approaching a little too fast for comfort. She tapped her breaks, hoping the driver would get the idea and give her some space.
She saw the SUV speed up even more, closing to within mere inches of her back bumper. In that instant, Miranda knew the driver wasn't going to stop. She tried to swerve her car to the right, an impossible fete when the lane was so narrow. She screamed as the car rammed her at high speed, the jolt knocking the steering wheel from her grip. Her car skidded out of control, broke through a leafy shrub, and then crashed into a ditch. Her body shot forward with the force of the impact, and her head slammed against the steering wheel.
The image of Devin passed through her mind, and Miranda wished, for a blissful second, that she had the opportunity to make amends with her husband.
She opened her eyes, trying hard to assess the damage. Thank god the car didn't flip on its side. Her foot still pressed hard on the gas, and the tires were still spinning, spraying dirt onto the car and into the air. She lifted her foot off the pedal, and winced. The simultaneous pain in her foot and head forcing her to shut her eyes.
Someone yanked her car door opened. Wind and rain hit her like a whiplash. With a moan, she turned her head slightly, opened her eyes, and fought against the need to pass out.
A black cloaked figure watched her. She couldn't drop her gaze as she sat staring in horror at the ski-mask that shielded his face from her view. She could only make out two black eyes and a thin-lipped mouth, through the openings. But then, her focus dropped from his mouth the moment he raised a gun, which he aimed at her head.
Terror made her limbs immoveable as she stared down the barrel, wondering if this was how her life would end.
"Dr. Miranda Cruz..." Hearing him say her name left her cold and ensured her that she was the target. "What are the distribution codes?"
Numb, she shook her head and cringed as renewed pain swept through her head at the sudden movement. Her foot throbbed, but even without the injury she'd never outrun a bullet.
Then another male voice, concerned and distant, called out. "Everyone all right? You need an ambulance?" A Good Samaritan ... a passing motorist, just stopping to help.
She wanted to scream a warning ... Would he kill them all?
Then, the man's gun disappeared inside his clothes.
"A warning, Dr. Cruz. You best listen. Stop the distribution of the vaccine or die."