They are the intriguing strangers we pass on the street -- men who do whatever it takes to keep us safe from the evils of the world. Mysterious and untamable, they hold honor, strength, and courage close to their well-guarded hearts. But no matter how much their jobs require them to lay aside their personal lives, they can't deny that when their facades and clothes are stripped off, they have burning needs like any other man....
In Sherrilyn Kenyon's "BAD to the Bone," teacher Marianne Webernec wins the "Hideaway Heroine Sweepstakes" and a chance to pretend to be the heroine in her favorite romance novel. Whisked away to a remote tropical island, Marianne's fantasies become real when BAD (Bureau of American Defense) agent Kyle Foster kidnaps her. Together they uncover Marianne's every desire, and Kyle's secret fantasy, too.
In Liz Carlyle's "Let's Talk About Sex," Dr. Delia Sydney dishes out perfectly sound sex advice on the radio. So how is it that this slightly repressed divorcée is so easily seduced by her bad-boy neighbor? And just what is it about Nick Woodruff, a smooth-talking sergeant on a forced "vacation," that makes Delia feel she'll do anything -- anything -- when she's with him?
Things get even hotter in Nicole Camden's "The Nekkid Truth" when crime scene photographer Debbie Valley works more closely than ever with the detective who has fascinated her for years. After a harrowing accident Debbie finds her life forever changed when she loses the ability to recognize faces. She is forced to identify people by their bodies and soon finds that the wonders of Detective Marshall Scott's body never cease...and that he needs her unique gift to help catch a killer.
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November 30, 2005
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Excerpt from Big Guns Out of Uniform by Nicole Camden
Kyle Foster lay behind a short clump of bushes, scoping out the large compound that lay sheltered in the sand his latest target.
It was fifteen hundred hours and all the explosives were rigged. Their timers set. The beach was silent, with a mild northwesterly wind that would carry the shrapnel and debris a minimal distance, toward the empty lagoon.
He was watching the countdown on his watch, waiting for something that would alleviate his extreme boredom.
He'd thought it would be the well-placed, perfectly executed explosion.
At fifteen seconds and counting, disaster struck as an unknown, unexpected civilian popped out of the small wooded area near the compound.
Kyle cursed. There was no way to stop the explosives, and he didn't dare shout at her.
Damn civilians never took orders well. Instead of doing as they were told, they invariably assumed the position of a deer in the headlights and asked, "What?" Which would be followed by the ever aggravating, "Why?"
By then it would be too late.
If he said "bomb," she'd scream and probably run straight for the explosion. Murphy's Law.
He was out of time.
Combat trained and ever ready to fight, Kyle launched himself from his covert position to intercept her before she drew any closer.
He mentally continued the countdown in his head as he ran full speed toward her.
Marianne saw nothing but a blur from the corner of her eye. One second she was heading toward the small sand castle that looked as if someone had constructed it with careful, minute detail. The next some large something had scooped her up into its arms and run off with her.