A hot-blooded bodyguard. An heiress worth a cool billion. And one dangerous attraction.... Roxanne St. Claire delivers a heart-pounding thrill ride in the second Bullet Catchers novel!
HE KNOWS ALL HER SECRETS...
Max Roper never lets emotion get in the way of his job -- not since the tragic shooting that killed his fiancée's father. Now the former DEA agent is a Bullet Catcher, and he's managed to block out Cori's bitter goodbye -- and their sizzling passion. Those dangerous desires come back with a vengeance when Max is assigned to protect a recently widowed heiress: who turns out to be Cori. But Max must also discover his ex's dark secret...and they both know she can't hide anything from him.
...AND HOW TO USE THEM AGAINST HER
Her luxury lifestyle suggests that Cori has gone from being a trophy wife to a merry widow, but nothing could be further from the truth. Suspicious of her billionaire husband's sudden death, she hires a bodyguard. But her protector is the one man who can melt her every defense -- the one man she blames for her deepest sorrow, the one man whose six-feet four-inches of solid muscle ignites reckless passion in her. And as they close in on a killer who hides in plain view, their high-stakes affair could cost her everything...including her life.
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July 24, 2006
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Excerpt from Thrill Me to Death by Roxanne St. Claire
Not much impressed Lucy Sharpe. But when she told Max Roper his next assignment and he didn't even blink, her respect for his famous self-control ratcheted up a notch.
Unless he didn't recognize the name? Perhaps he hadn't kept track of his former lover. Maybe he didn't realize that Corinne Peyton, widowed billionairess, and Cori Cooper, DePaul law student, were one and the same.
Lucy slid a large color photo from a dossier, placing it so that the light caught the gleam in the subject's midnight blue eyes and captured the sheen of her long black hair.
"Here's a photo of Mrs. Peyton," Lucy said, lifting her gaze to gauge his reaction. "Lovely, isn't she?"
He barely nodded. Maybe an eyebrow moved a millimeter, but she couldn't be sure. Anyone would think this was the first time Max Roper had laid eyes on Corinne Peyton. Anyone but Lucy, who made it her business to know everything about every man and woman who'd earned the right to be a Bullet Catcher, her top-notch cadre of bodyguards and security specialists.
"This was taken on the day the Peyton Foundation was launched, shortly after the Peytons were married. Four years ago."
"The organization is the largest philanthropic endeavor of the multibillion-dollar Peyton Enterprises. Mrs. Peyton was instrumental in creating this foundation with her late husband." She paused long enough for him to look up from the picture. "The Peyton Foundation provides complete financial support and legal services to the families of fallen law enforcement officers."
Nothing. No giveaway pulse in his muscle-roped neck. No change in his carved-from-granite features. Max remained stoic and still, as always. A quality that made him an outstanding bodyguard, but one that rarely endeared him to clients who wanted to know what made this calm giant of a man tick.
She leaned her elbows on the table and repeated her earlier statement. "I'm assigning you to protect Corinne Peyton."
He merely flicked the picture to the side and pulled the rest of the paperwork closer, skimming his fingertip down the key points on the top sheet. He lifted the page and studied a photo of William Peyton, taken on his sixtieth birthday. And another, picturing the mall magnate in his Star Island home on the cover of Fortune magazine.
"As you can see by the date, that article ran last year," she added. "Just months before Peyton died, at sixty-three years old."
Again, Lucy paused, waiting for Max to reveal his connection to the widow.
He simply pushed the file aside and leaned back to deliver one seriously disgusted look. "Miami? In August, Luce? Why not just send me to hell?"