This holiday season, four bestselling authors give the gift that keeps on giving: gripping tales of special agents in a covert agency, out to protect the innocent . . . by any means necessary.Snowball's Chance by Cherry Adair-Kendall decks the halls, unaware that a serial killer has her on the top of his list. Of course, being naughty with the sexy good guy sent to protect her would be so nice.Santa Slave by Leanne Banks-After her best friend disappears, Hilary takes matters into her own hands and finds herself caught in the throes of danger, while a hunky male operative hopes to mix pleasure with business.Runaway Santa by Pamela Britton-Biologist Kaitlyn Moneypenny's research is finally leading to a big scientific breakthrough . . . and mortal peril. When bullets start to fly, so do the sparks between Kaitlyn and her Santa-clad rescuer
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October 24, 2005
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Excerpt from Red Hot Santa by Cherry Adair
Joe Zorn stamped snow off his frozen booted feet as he impatiently jiggled the door handle. Locked. A damn good thing considering that, despite the nationwide manhunt under way, a serial killer was even now finding his way through the storm to this Nowhere, Montana, ranch.
It wasn ' t a case of if Dwight Treadwell would show. It was a case of when.
Although he was standing beneath the deep porch overhang, the howling wind whipped snow down Joe ' s collar and snuck under the hem of his coat as it flapped around his ankles. He shuddered with cold. Which didn ' t bother him nearly as much as finding the place lit up like a damned Christmas tree.
Joe glanced around the porch. His new assignment, party planner Kendall Metcalf, must ' ve bought out every Christmas and craft store between Bozeman and Billings.
There was Christmas crap everywhere.
Might as well have a frigging flashing red neon arrow pointing to the house. Here I am. Come and get me!
Damn it to hell.
He kept one hand in his left pocket, fingers loosely clasping the grip of his custom-made HK Mark 23. He would rather shoot a hole through his favorite coat than have someone open the door to find a large, armed man standing on the other side.
It worried Joe only marginally that he hadn ' t been able to reach the Camerons before he left the ski lodge, or that he didn ' t have their cell numbers. High winds and snow storms frequently messed with the phone lines way the hell and gone out here.
Hunching into his coat, he jabbed at the doorbell. ' Get the damn lead out, people. ' When that didn ' t elicit an immediate response, he thumped his fist on the door a couple of times, making the oversized Christmas wreath dance. ' Open the damn d ' '
He heard the faint beeps from inside as the security alarm was deactivated. The door swung open, spilling golden light and the hot, unmistakable fragrance of cookies baking onto the front porch. Joe ' s heart did a hard thump-thump as he got his first look at the Amazon who was his charge.
Kendall Metcalf was luscious. Every curvy, magnificent inch of her. Her hair, the reddest Joe had ever seen, spilled over her shoulders like liquid fire. Her feet were bare, and black leggings accented every incredible inch of her long, long, long legs. A red sweater proclaimed, in cursive white script across a mouthwatering chest, ho ho ho y ' all.