By Iris Johansen
Number 1 New York Times bestselling writer Iris Johansen presents her trademark combination of seductive romance and pulse-pounding suspense during this vintage story of a girl who all of sudden unearths herself living-and loving-on the sting of danger.
Lisa Landon makes her residing along with her voice-a voice fueled through a heartbreak she vows by no means to event back. yet regardless of her renown, Lisa's genuine ambition is to flee the thoughts that stick to her from one sold-out engagement to the following. might be that's what brings her to the unique wilderness kingdom of Sedikhan and the nightclub the place she meets Clancy Donahue.
Clancy takes one examine the attractive, susceptible chanteuse and is aware she is precisely the lady he's been looking for. The Sedikhan protection leader must bait a catch for a terrorist moneyman, and Clancy is sure that Lisa may be impossible to resist. What he doesn't anticipate is that he won't manage to face up to her either-and that he'll do whatever to guard her, no matter if it skill risking his personal lifestyles. With lethal plans in movement and Lisa within the crosshairs, Clancy realizes that earlier than their romance can get to continuously, it's going to first need to achieve the following day.
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These letters are from some guy who felt he was shit when he was a kid," Lichteiman had said when he'd heard the precinct scuttlebutt. In his San Francisco precinct any unsolicited remark was considered volunteering, and the Lieutenant put him in charge of the paper work, coordinating the lab and shrink reports. " . I . HIT A WOMAN ON THE HEAD WITH A HAMONCE, AND I KILLED ANOTHER ONE WITH MER A WRENCH . . guess is the old man was never around much, maybe he took off when the kid was born. Then, when his mother hurt him, the kid had nowhere to turn.