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What happens when your life is turned
inside out by something from your past
that won't leave you alone? Former
CIA operative Nick Seven finds out
when his peaceful life in The Florida
Keys is disrupted by the surprise
appearance of an old nemesis he
thought was buried alongside the
painful memory of a personal tragedy.
He reluctantly gets back into the spy
game to settle an old score and is
pleasantly surprised to find himself
paired with beautiful Felicia Hagens, a
former co-worker from Barbados.
Together they uncover a complex
maze of intrigue, espionage and
high-level government corruption. The
assignment gets more complicated
when they realize they have
unrequited feelings for each other.
Can Nick finally hit the elusive target
and reclaim his personal corner of
paradise? Will Felicia decide to stay
with the rugged former spy she's
always a secret thing for?
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savvy, no-nonsense hero. "
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Vic took off his coat, tossed it on the bed in his assigned room in the hotel suite then
removed his tie and contemptuously flung it on the dresser. He slipped off his shoulder
holster, checked the safety on the .45 then hung it over the back of a chair. He took
out the bottle of Passport Scotch he'd brought with him and poured some into a glass,
followed by two ice cubes. He eased himself into a club chair at the small table,
stretched his legs in front of him and exhaled. A day of mingling with the Hollywood
crowd left him wishing the job was over so he could return to his comfort zone.
He became aware of a presence and looked at the open doorway. Kimberly stood
there, dressed in a pink velour jogging suit with her initials embroidered in red sequins
on the left breast. She wore no shoes or socks. Her hair carelessly outlined her face,
adding a degree of sexiness. Vic noted that the zipper on her top was halfway down,
and she wasn't wearing a bra. She offered a tentative smile that retained a hint of
shyness.
"Do you always drink alone or would you mind some company?" she asked in a soft,
husky voice.
Vic set another glass on the table and pushed the bottle toward her. She settled into
the chair across from him, poured some Scotch into her glass and added ice. She took
a long swallow then set the glass on the table. She looked at Vic with a sultry glow.
"You're not what I expected. When Evan said he retained an ex-cop to look after me I
thought you'd be older, with a pot belly and no hair."
"Sorry to disappoint you."
"I'm not disappointed." She closed her eyes, took a deep breath then slowly exhaled.
"It actually feels good to be back home."
Vic sipped his drink then cradled his glass while looking at her, appreciating her
beauty. He mentally compared what he now viewed in person to what he'd seen in the
press or on the occasional TV show. The cameras didn't lie. Kimberly Daniels was a
beautiful woman. "Are you really the sentimental type or was this tour a publicity stunt?"
She laughed softly. "I could tell you weren't too enthused about accepting this job."
"Why would you say that?"
"I can read people pretty well." She laughed again. "But I loved the way you held your
ground with Pasta. He isn't used to people talking back to him."
"I'll apologize to him over breakfast. Just what is his function?"
Kimberly downed the last of her drink and poured another. "He's my personal
assistant. I'd be lost without him." She took a small sip. "So what's my celebrity ass
worth these days, bodyguard-wise?"
Vic eyed her for a moment. "Does it really matter?"
She shrugged. "Guess not, as long as you're not complaining."
"If I have any complaints, I'll let you know."
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"The Bundle" is an entertaining erotic suspense with a touch of mystery
involved. The characters are well written and drew me into their story. The
action is well paced and kept me glued to the pages." - Nightowl Reviews
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George left Pasquale's residence and slipped on a pair of Ray Bans. He had spent the morning taking dictation and
asking questions, but hadn't seen Cookie yet, which was a disappointment. He was almost to his car when a voice
calling to him stopped him.
"Hey, bachelor, what's your hurry?"
George turned and looked in the direction of the in-ground swimming pool. He smiled at the sight of Cookie resting on
a chaise lounge. George casually strolled over to her and stopped at the edge of the chair. His eyes devoured her
lithe frame adorned in a black string bikini that highlighted every notable detail. She looked up at him through a large
pair of dark glasses.
"I was hoping to see you," she said. "You said you'd call."
"But I didn't say when."
"Touche."
"You're looking very yummy this early in the day."
Cookie slowly licked her lips. "Thank you. How goes the book?"
"Not bad. How goes the catering business?"
"Slow. I decided not to waste such a beautiful day hanging around the office."
She put her foot on the chaise and bent her knee, showing off a well-toned leg. George tried not to leer at her
seductive pose but it wasn't easy. He found his mind drifting in an unwanted direction again. Out of the corner of his
eye, he glimpsed Vito Pasquale looking at them through the window of his study. After a moment, the Don turned and
walked away.
"I've been thinking about what you said yesterday," Cookie said.
"Which part?"
"The part about not rushing into something. I figured that meant you needed to see if you really like me first." She
moved her leg slightly to the side to give George a full view of her tanned body. "So do you like me?"
"Oh, I definitely like you, especially when you're dressed like that."
"You should see me in my teddy. It's black lace with a matching thong."
George swallowed hard. "You don't give up easily, do you?"
"Not when i really want something." She picked up a bottle of lotion from the tiled deck. "Would you like to lather up my
back?"
"I'd love to, but I don't think we're exactly alone out here."
"Daddy won't mind. He's always reminding me to use plenty of sunscreen."
George laughed uneasily while waging another internal battle. "Thanks, but I probably shouldn't."
Cookie shrugged. "Okay. What're you doing later?"
"Working. I'm under a deadline, remember?"
"You know what they say about all work and no play."
"I always make time to play."
"Hmm. What do you like to play?"
"Poker, blackjack, the ponies once in a while."
"Are you good at picking the winners?"
"I like to see them run first, but it usually depends on who's holding the riding crop."
"Ooh. Is that a freaky side coming out of hiding?"
George winked at her. "I'll never tell."
"I like to play, too."
"What games do you like to play, little girl?"
"Pass-out, strip dominoes, escaped convict and the warden's wife..."
"Those are a little out of league."
"Maybe you should move up from Little League to the Majors. That's where they play night games."
"Is this where you ask me if I know how to whistle, and then tell me I just put my lips together and blow?"
Cookie raised her glasses and gave him a sly look. "I can think of a much better use for your lips."
That's my cue to leave before I ravage you out here in the open. "I should probably go. I'm cutting into your tanning
time."
Cookie stretched her leg and ran her bare toes along his thigh. "Too bad you can't stay for a swim. There's always a
spare Speedo in the guesthouse. You could come back after dark and go skinny dipping with me."
"How am I supposed to respond to invitation like that?"
"You should say yes."
"I should say goodbye before I get myself in trouble. I'll see you later."
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Sam went to the living room and examined Rachel's CD collection, settling on a
couple of Nat King Cole recordings. He scanned the books on the shelf, his
eyebrows arching when he saw a copy of the Kama Sutra. Sam took the book
from the shelf and began leafing through it. Here's a side of you I didn't expect
to find. He looked at the elegantly etched lithographs of couples in passionate
heat.
"That's an interesting book," Rachel said from the doorway, her voice having
taken on a huskiness Sam hadn't noticed before.
He looked at Rachel as she leaned against the wall,her left leg slightly bent,
causing her hips to arch a bit. The backlight from the dining room silhouetted
her, bringing out the reddish highlights in her hair. Sam let his eyes absorb her
sexiness and sensuality. "I've never read it," he said, placing the book back on
the shelf.
Rachel pushed herself away from the wall and slinked toward him, locking onto
his eyes. "It's very enlightening, in a spiritual way," she commented in the same
smoky voice. "Really helps you unlock your inner self and lose your inhibitions.
That is, if you have any."
She was standing less than a foot away, her hazel eyes emitting a soft murky
glow. "Did you have a lot of inhibitions to lose?" Sam queried.
Rachel gave a low, sultry laugh. "Now who's getting personal?"
She inched closer to Sam. He placed his arms around her shoulders, pulled
her close and gently planted his lips on hers. She closed her eyes and
teasingly brushed her lips against his, giving him a light kiss. Sam moved one
hand to the back of her neck, kissing her with more interest. Rachel responded
in kind, enjoying the feeling.
Sam was instantly taken in by Rachel's essence. Her perfume worked with her
own chemistry, and the sweetness of her strawberry-flavored lip gloss was the
perfect dessert. He worked his lips against hers for a few moments before his
tongue made a preliminary probe into Rachel's mouth. She slid hers into his
mouth in response, causing his pulse to quicken. Prior thoughts of making love
to Rachel flooded his mind again, as he realized that the desire wasn't just lust,
but something that would last longer than fifteen minutes. He slowly ran his
hand along her back, enjoying the softness of cashmere but wanting to know if
her flesh was also as soft and inviting. He wondered how far he could push his
luck without getting slapped into the middle of next week.
He pulled back slightly, looked at Rachel and smiled. "Looks like you really
unlocked your inner self."
Rachel ran her open palm across his shoulder. "There are a lot of other
secrets to unlock, if someone only had the key."
* * * *
"Anywhere the Heart Goes" is a fun, enjoyable romp through the often
confusing world of relationships. It artfully and humorously portrays the
eternal struggle of men and women in their complicated dance of getting
along."
- Allbooks Reviews
"I had the strangest feeling today," Brooke began, "going sightseeing by
myself. This is the first time I've taken a vacation alone."
Tom thought of his own feelings since he arrived in The Keys the day before.
"Kind of an empty feeling, isn't it?"
"Yeah. It was like it didn't feel right, discovering new things and not having
anyone to share them with. Kinda strange."
"Why didn't you bring a friend with you?"
"All of them had plans or were getting ready for the holidays."
"For what it's worth, I think it was pretty gutsy of you to come by yourself.
Shows a lot of character strength."
Brooke glanced down and smiled shyly. "Thank you. Does it feel strange for
you, being here alone?"
"Yeah, it does. I haven't taken a long trip alone in years."
Her eyes took on a sultry look accompanied by a small smile. "So what's a
lonely girl to do with herself for a whole week in a tropical paradise?"
"Find an equally lonely guy to bum around with."
"Where would I find such a guy?"
"They're all over the place."
"Maybe I should run an ad." She placed her hand on his on the table. "Unless
you'd like to apply for the job."
"I'd be happy to provide references."
She gave him a playful look, one that made her green eyes twinkle. "What are
your qualifications?"
"Let's see: I'm here, I have no plans and I find you very attractive."
"What's your availability?"
"At your service, twenty-four-seven,"
Her look turned sly. "Does that include nights?"
"Of course."
She laughed. "You're hired. How soon can you start?"
He squeezed her hand. "I just gave notice on my last job."
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Tim Smith's Nick Seven in the genre
of mob and underworld revenge in
'The Vendetta Factor.'"
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is one book you don't want to miss."
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