Sometimes chemistry is a matter of life and death. . . .
Though her confidence is badly shaken by a training accident, A. J. Cooper vows to become an excellent T-FLAC operative. She is everything the antiterrorist agency looks for--she's smart, resourceful, and a crack shot. Eager to prove herself to her instructor, the highly regarded Kane Wright, A. J. takes on a difficult and potentially deadly assignment. A success in the field could be just the thing she needs to make her career with the agency--and working so closely with the extraordinary and irresistibly sexy Kane is a fantasy come to life.
Kane Wright is a master of disguise, hiding his powerful attraction for A. J. in the name of professionalism. But when she doesn't bounce back quickly after her accident, Kane's desire becomes concern. In the field, even a moment's hesitation can turn a routine operation into a deadly one. With A. J. taking a lead position in this mission, Kane knows he won't be able to take his eyes off his gorgeous tomboy trainee. Under the hot desert sun, even as they struggle to unravel a madman's devious plot, their long denied passion will finally boil over. . . .
From the Paperback edition.
Sex and suspense spice up the newest entry in Adair's Wright brothers series (In Too Deep, etc.), which focuses on T-FLAC legend Kane Wright and gorgeous rookie sharpshooter A.J. Cooper, who Kane reluctantly agrees to take on his latest assignment. The action unfolds in Egypt, where the notorious terrorist Raazaq has set up camp. When A.J. freezes in the midst of the operation, Kane vows to ship her home and finish the job himself. Unfortunately, Kane's superiors have other plans. With A.J. posing as a model and Wright as a photographer, they try to lure Raazaq into the open. But just as their plan looks like it's going to succeed, they discover that Raazaq has obtained deadly chemical agents and is one of the few people who knows where the bioweapons are hidden. Now they must race to find them before Raazaq achieves his goal of world domination. The plot races to its far-fetched finale; even the sex scenes, which occur in unconventional places like an elevator and atop a camel, are swift. Although A.J.'s quick temper and childish defiance may grate on readers' nerves, this larger-than-life adventure is sure to satisfy those who appreciate high stakes and heavy drama. (Sept.) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information. -- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.
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Excerpt from Out of Sight by Cherry Adair
Chapter One Wednesday, April 3rd
She might be every man's wet dream, but right now Kane Wright wanted to nail AJ Cooper's beautiful ass to the wall.
A bullet slammed into the ruined wall behind him. Shards of ricocheted limestone stung his face, missing his eye by a blink. He didn't flinch. Hell, barely noticed it in the chaos around them.
"Cooper." He didn't raise his voice despite the volume of firepower lighting up the early-evening sky. The lip mic would transmit the sound of a gnat fart. Exchanged bullets kicked up sand and stone in a cacophony of noise and brilliant white light. "Get your ass back here!"
In lead position, AJ lay flat on her stomach fifty feet ahead of him on a cantilevered rock peninsula high above Raazaq's camp. She was in the ready position, but frozen like a deer in headlights, sniper rifle silent, and useless, in her hands.
"N-no," she whispered. Her voice shook on the single word, but she dug her toes into the sand and hunched over the weapon she held with a white-fisted grip.
"Not a request. An order." Damn it. Another bullet pockmarked the building beside him and a new shower of rock and plaster rained down on him. The only reason the bullets hadn't struck any of his team was because the terrorist's camp was several hundred feet downhill in the shallow, palm-groved valley below them. The minute Raazaq's men got their hands on something more powerful than rifles, the odds would even up. This was the tangos' terrain; they had the home team advantage.
The element of surprise was shot. Kane and his team were screwed if they didn't wrangle their way out of this mess. Fast.
AJ's swallow sounded loud in his ear. "I can still get him."
"No," he said calmly. "You cannot." Sharpshooter First Class, my ass. She'd missed her target.
Hell. The target.
A clear shot, and she'd missed!
She'd been chosen for her uncanny marksmanship ability, and hurriedly pulled out of boot camp for this op, but clearly she wasn't ready for fieldwork. A little late in the fucking day to find this out. Sniping was a painstaking discipline, and she didn't have the cajones for the job.
In the space of minutes, Cooper had gone from being Kane's best asset to his biggest liability.
Three separate cylinders of yard-long white flame arced over their heads. A line of tracers sprang from each muzzle flash, allowing the tangos to shoot without a metal sight on their weapons. AJ's slender shoulders went rigid as the ammo impacted close by.
"Hit the limo," Kane ordered Struben and Escobar, as Raazaq's stretch did a wobbly rooster tail in the sand, then sped into the desert. One of his men managed to hit the left back tire. It swerved, but kept going. Shit.
"Hold them off until I get her clear," he told the two men. "Cooper? Take it slowly and ease back, we've got you covered."
"Did you just turn off your mi--Goddamn it, woman!" Nailing her ass to a fucking wall was just the beginning.
Kane started crawling toward her. Getting on her case right now wouldn't accomplish anything. She was scared. Fear did strange things to people. He recognized the signs. Beneath the backward black ball cap she wore, her face was a pale oval, sheened with perspiration. Her soft lips, set and grim. The sniper rifle was tucked against her shoulder, her hands in position. But those hands were clenched, and no doubt sweating to beat the band. Kane had seen the same look from other rookies over the years.
Paralyzed with terror.
On some training op, that would be no big deal.
Tonight, she'd fucked it up for all of them.
Great. Just fucking great. This was all he needed.