Strangers in the night. what could be hotter? With this newest addition to her dangerously sexy SG-5 series, Alison Kent delivers a sizzling story of one woman in search of excitement, a man all too willing to provide it, and a love worth risking everything for?
Most people come to Comfort Bay, Oregon, in search of a little peace and quiet. But neither is on the agenda for undercover operative Ezra Moore. He's got ten days to unload a shipment of illegal weapons and take down Spectra IT, the international crime syndicate he's managed to infiltrate. He knows Spectra's man , Warren Aceveda, is playing dirty pool, and if he's going to beat him and stay alive, he's got to play even dirtier. But even the best-laid crimes can blow up in your face, and Ezra is about to find out just how badly.
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November 30, 2006
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Excerpt from Beyond A Shadow by Alison Kent
Two inches. Maybe three. That was the distance standing between Emmy Rose Maples and certain death. If she didn't drown, she would succumb to hypothermia like her mom was always warning her. She knew that she wouldn't really freeze. The water would have to close around her in a big block of ice for that to happen.
Of course, all she had to do to make sure she didn't die was back up a couple of steps. But she liked standing here and staring down. She didn't even have to move her eyes to see the toes of her galoshes, the edge of the dock, and the rolling green water pulsing from the ocean into the bay. Pulsing. She liked that word. Her mother had used it once to describe the way the waves pushed in through the harbor's entrance.
Pulsing. That was exactly what her blood was doing now, pulsing through her veins as she looked at the water and listened to it lap against the dock's pylons. The same cold wind whipping her hair around her face drove the waves, making little white caps that crashed into the rocks like the marshmallow foam on hot cocoa.
She probably didn't need to be worrying about drowning or hypothermia. Her mom would be the one to kill her if she saw her down here without her hood. Her mom would think it was bad enough that she was wearing her dad's mackinaw instead of the pink parka hanging in the mudroom on the hook beneath her name. She hated pink. She looked like a wad of bubble gum.
If I were you, young Miss Maples, I would not stand so close to the edge. Were you to receive an unexpected bump, you would most certainly fall.
To my death, right? she asked, glancing over at the man who had spoken. The man she had been waiting for. You forgot that part. That I would fall to my death.
He considered her for a moment, his dark brown eyes kind of squinting as he swung the duffel bag he'd been carrying from his shoulder to the surface of the dock. He stepped over it and walked toward her. Then he stood beside her, his boots next to her boots, as they both stared down.
I don't believe you would fall to your death at all.
Do you know how to swim?
She nodded. ?This coat is my dad?s. It?s heavy. It would be even more heavy if it was wet.?
So what would you do? If you fell in wearing the coat?
Try to get out of it without struggling.?
Why no struggling?
I don't want to get tangled or use up all my oxygen. She shrugged. But that doesn't mean I could do it, so I might still drown.
Then you should practice so you will know for certain.