About Explosive Vengeance:
Two opposites in uncharted territory.
The government made Chloe Wilson an explosives expert, trained to take out a target with a precise, controlled hit. But there’s nothing controlled about her current situation—or the danger coming after her. When a good-looking stranger is sent to watch her back, she’s not impressed. This mission is personal, and it’s liable to get her killed. The former Valkyrie can’t afford any mistakes or attachments, but this time she has no choice, and soon her new partner proves his worth.
One explosive situation.
When former Pararescueman Heath Barrett gets a call from his best friend asking him to keep tabs on a woman in danger, he has no idea what he’s getting himself into. Far from a helpless civilian, Chloe holds him at knifepoint the first time they meet. She’s a deadly operative being hunted by lethal enemies and by the time he realizes the extent of the danger, it’s too late to walk away. Now they’re both targets, and he and Chloe must face the threat head on—and if they want to survive, they’ll have to do it together.
Chloe crossed the grass and stopped on the pebbles, mere feet from water, taking in the way the moonlight shimmered on the surface. “Wonder how cold it is?”
“Hmm.” She took off her jacket, toed off her boots.
“What are you doing?” Heath asked, shock in his voice.
“Seeing how cold it is.”
“What? It’s freezing.”
Ignoring him, she reached for the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head, then undid her jeans and shimmied out of them, immediately followed by her underwear.
“Holy shit…” He stepped toward her, glancing around them, as if afraid someone might see her.
Not worried in the least, she wound her hair into a knot at the top of her head, braced herself, then took the plunge. She yelped as she ran into the water up to her hips, then bent at the waist and dove the rest of the way in, keeping her head above water.
Laughing, she spun around to face him. “Yep, it’s cold.” She cocked her head. He was still standing at the edge, gaping at her like she’d lost her mind. “You coming in, or what?”
Chloe grinned and arched a taunting eyebrow. “What’s the matter, you shy? You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.”
She’d been counting on his ego kicking in, and he didn’t disappoint her.
With a grudging half-smile, he pulled off his boots and jacket, then yanked off his shirt, giving her a lovely view of his powerfully built chest, arms, and shoulders in the pale moonlight. Then it got even better when he stripped out of his jeans, leaving him in a pair of snug, black boxer briefs that hugged his muscled thighs.
He ran into the water, dove and a second later, surfaced right in front of her. “Jesus Christ, it’s freezing,” he gasped out, giving her an accusing glare.
Grinning, she wound her legs around his waist and slid her arms around his neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll help warm you up.” She kissed him, swore she started to melt when he reached one hand around to cup her ass, the other holding the back of her head, a low sound rumbling up from his chest.
Most guys would have plundered now, taking as much as they could get. Heath didn’t. Instead he seemed determined to drive her out of her skin with need. He took his time, kissing her like a man bent on giving her pleasure, stroking, caressing, not rushing her despite the cold temperature of the water.
A minute in, he lifted his head to gaze down at her, a sardonic smile playing around the edges of his mouth. “I think I’m numb from the neck down. You?”
“Uh oh, shrinkage?” She reached a hand between them to cup his groin, making him choke out a laugh. “Hmm, if this is you without any circulation, I’m looking forward to seeing you naked when you’re warmer.”
With that she darted away and dashed out of the water. His splashing footsteps gave her a few seconds’ warning as she raced up the slight bank toward her clothes, then she was spun around and pinned to a tall, hard male body. This time his mouth came down on hers with single-minded intent. A man staking a claim.
Chloe sighed and allowed her body to relax into his, those strong, solid arms banded around her, chasing away the chill of the cold air on her wet skin.
On a low groan, Heath broke the kiss and gathered her to him, tucking her head into the curve of his shoulder. “If I wasn’t so worried about your core temp and public indecency charges, I’d get on my knees right here and warm you up from the inside with my tongue,” he muttered against the side of her neck.
Chloe shivered, and not just from the cold, totally on board with that plan. In spite of her chilled skin, her insides were raging hot. Arousal raced through her, settling in a relentless ache between her legs as she imagined his lips and tongue stroking her aroused flesh.
About the Author:
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kaylea Cross writes edge-of-your-seat military romantic suspense. Her work has won many awards, including the Daphne du Maurier Award of Excellence. A Registered Massage Therapist by trade, Kaylea is also an avid gardener, artist, Civil War buff, Special Ops aficionado, belly dance enthusiast and former nationally-carded softball pitcher. She lives in Vancouver, BC with her husband and family.
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