Book two in the Ghost Unit series.
Rem has found the woman he needs. Recently retired from Special Forces, he's seen the worst the world has to offer. Like a caged beast gazing at freedom, he's hungered for Kathryn from their first encounter. Accidentally discovering her dark, sexual side only fuels his obsession with the elusive, delectable body she inhabits. Rem is determined to become her lover. If he can capture her sexually, he'll find a way to hold onto her.
Kathryn is intent on shedding her bleak past. But the past has a way of biting a person on the butt. Sinister and deadly, it follows her into her new life. Rem's protection is heavenly, if only she can remember he's doing it because his sister is in danger as well.
The danger stalking them catches Kathryn in its deadly grip. Nothing in his life has prepared Rem to watch his love suffer its rage. The beast leashed within his soul for so long knows what to do. Loving her with everything he is, or ever was, is the price he will pay for redemption.
Note: Not for the faint of heart.
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1 . Great Read
Posted August 07, 2010 by Migizi , Burlington, OntWhat a great book....I can't wait to download more works by Gail Faulkner. I just have to see what happens to Tammy and Miguel.
2 . OH MY GOD!!!
Posted July 23, 2010 by Kers , Trinity, NCWhere "Full Ride" left off, this one continues with the rest of the group. I read it in one sitting and hated that it ended. I hope there are more to come. The writing was intense and very erotic. Well worth it. .Thanks Gail Faulkner for another great book.
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Slip Knot by Gail Faulkner
Remington R. Morgan turned his face up to the ice-cold shower and closed his eyes. Damn it to hell! Kathryn was burned onto his eyelids. Frigid water sluiced down over Rem's body as he ran a weary hand through his hair.
It'd been this way since the first time he'd seen Kathryn three and a half years ago. A long ago Saturday night when he'd been home on leave after a difficult mission.
Early that evening Rem received a call from Cappy at the rickety excuse for a bar about five miles down the road. His sister Tammy and her friend were about to cause a ruckus. Whatever that meant.
The bar was little more than a large shack that had once boasted a cabana theme. It had existed in this spot since before the super highways. In it's hay day, it sat on a main road down to the Gold Coast playgrounds. Now all it's twenty's luster was long gone. The tattered remains of tropical tourist charm were now just sad and silly.
Pissed as only an older brother could be, he stormed down to the bar. Slamming doors and squealing tires the whole way. Tammy and her friend had no business being in there! He'd told Tammy to stay away from the place! Little sister always thought she could handle herself. Not in this place. It catered to rough types, dangerous or just plain bad-asses.
He damn well had better things to do than bailout Tammy and one of her silly little princess friends. He hadn't actually seen Tam's buddy, but shit, they all looked alike. Every one of them was an anorexic idiot, flighty as hell and brick stupid. Whatever the trouble was, they'd probably brought it on themselves. Some damn day he'd leave Tammy to straighten out her own shit!
Rem strode into the bar, filling the doorway with six foot, two inches of heavily muscled hard body. As he paused, his posture warned of predatory power constrained under military discipline. All bulging biceps and flexing thighs, masculine aggression rolled off him like the ominous vapors of a receding fog.
A high and tight haircut emphasized sleek, almost savagely feline features. Black eyes, under deceptively lowered lids, could not disguise the menace he embodied as he scanned the smoky room. Strong cheekbones and straight nose, with nostrils flared in irritation, above an expressive mouth now drawn in a grim, tense line, signaled the limited patience he was willing to expend. Grooves down his cheeks jerked while his rock-hard jaw clenched. His chiseled features were intensely focused on finding truant babies as he looked through a thick fringe of masculine lashes.
It wasn't hard to spot them. Four biker types were hanging all over Tammy and her little friend. Sweeping the bar door open with a bang, he'd turned every eye in the room on him. The four men straightened instinctively, predators who recognized a new beast challenging for the room. As he stalked across the filthy floor, Rem's eyes flicked down to the girls at the table once. Flashing black eyes blazed briefly over an elfin face with luscious lips. Those pillowy lips were currently hanging open in a tempting little "O". Something about the woman zipped right down to his dick and yanked hard. Instant and intense, the animal within demanded sexual ownership of the female staring up at him. Shit! Now he really needed a good brawl to work off the startling sexual response to seeing her pouty, pillowy lips.
Rem didn't hesitate a step as he sneered at the four fools lined up between him and the girls. He came straight at them, his intent clear as people scrambled out of his path. No talking, no taunting. This jungle's inhabitants could already smell blood in the air and were scuttling out of the way. All four bikers tensed and crouched in ready position with fists clenched. Two of them held knives at their sides in warning. Rem smiled darkly. They were threatening him with weapons. Good.
One moment he was walking, the next he became pure energy exploding in blindingly graceful fury, striking multiple targets in staggering combinations of martial arts kicks and hits. Still, the power felt leashed. The effect was chilling as bystanders witnessed strength so tightly restrained that it roiled just below the surface in deadly quiet. That lethal control never lost its grip on the inner beast straining at its bindings. Piercing black eyes held death in the face of his opponents, offering them that option with emotionless intent. In near silence it happened so fast, four men were lying on the floor groaning, Rem had both girls by the upper arms marching them out.
His firm grip on the green-eyed witch's trembling skin shot a different kind of lightning down his adrenaline-drugged body. Rem gritted his teeth. This creature was not the usual type his sister hung with. Lush, round curves bounced as he dragged them out. Her willing acceptance of his touch felt like submission as compared the screaming banshee Tammy made. His face twisted into a grimace as he contained the insane urges his steely erection roared at him. The victorious beast within demanded he take the woman of his choice, bend her over a table and fuck the fight out of his system. Since when had he become a Neanderthal? Unable to deal with this grinding lust and the dominant fuck it demanded, he dismissed it as his intense sexual appetite rearing its head. Anger was the only socially acceptable avenue to channel surging aggression.
He dragged both girls out of the bar with little regard for grace or dignity. In a voice harsh with controlled violence, he turned on them. "Go home, little girls! I catch your asses here again, I'll tan them both!"
Rem immediately jerked away from a dismayed nymph's face as Tammy's friend gaped at him. Desperate to escape her, he turned back to the bar. He couldn't deal with this pulsating hunger over a curvy body barely visible under remarkably loose clothing. Rem ignored Tammy's hysterical screams at his back and stalked up to the brassy blonde who'd followed them out.