“Sharpshooter, Emily Rogers, was the best at what she did,until a job went tragically wrong resulting in the death of an innocent child.
Haunted by guilt and harassed by the media, Emily turns her back on the only
existence she’s known, hiding herself away and trying to build a new life.
When a job comes up requiring a sharpshooter, Hawk Elite
medic, John Vega, has the perfect excuse to hunt down the woman he’s had a
crush on for over two years. When he finally finds her living a quiet life in a
small town on the coast, he makes her an offer she can’t refuse.
Aware she needs closure, Emily agrees to work with John, but
soon it becomes obvious she has a target on her back. Can she trust John enough
to stay and give in to the attraction growing between them? Or will fate show
her that she should have stayed hidden in her quiet coastal town?”
unmoving, all night. But her presence there, the warmth of her body and the
sound of her soft breathing, might as well have been the five alarms to the
fire that had sprung to life in his blood—loud, screaming, and made to put a
man into action.
his truck for a jeep. Tyler had gone back to work this week, and things seemed
to be going well for him and Jenny. Hawk maintained he would keep their
whereabouts to himself until he was sure. There had been some inconsistencies
from the Press. Two who spoke to Hawk claimed an informant.
would spill the beans. They were family. They argued sometimes. But never…
him, her brows furrowed, her legs folded in front of her and wrapped in her
arms. “We’d have Eddie. It’s safe there.”
very darn tempting, so very not his to touch. His MO was to avoid close encounters—with
women in general. The rules of waiting had been pounded into his brain too long
for him to merely disregard them. He went on dates, just fine. He liked the
company of the softer sex, like the talking and the thought that went into it,
especially after hours and sometimes days of being around the male variety.
other women at Hawk Elite—the few—had a soft edge and ways of doing things that
was apparently female. This women had steel in her spine. She was sharper,
harder even than some of the guys. Malcolm.
delicate, even a little uncertain forced him to see vulnerability, no matter
how sexist that was.
when the collar of her shirt shifted.
to give her privacy. “I’m going to throw my bag in the truck and check out. Get
and he turned back and saw the laughter in her eyes, yet it wasn’t
condescending or even cruel. And then she winked. He took her in with his eyes,
her messed up air and rumpled clothes, and bit back a serious moan. When his
gaze met hers again, her eyes were wide as if she was surprised…
being a priest, but when she said those words, it turned into something
his skin and cooled the heat within. He sent up a silent plea of mercy and
wasn’t surprised when only the whisper of the wind was his answer. Some things
didn’t need words.
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world and be a missionary, helping the poor. She would travel to exciting
places…like Russia and Australia. She was going to wear a canvas backpack and
take a wooden raft down a river through the jungle. She never had any plans for
romance or getting married, either. But after a few years of college, studying
English Literature, she married her own real-life hero, who patiently puts up
with her absentmindedness and creativity… And the only poor babies she helps
now are her own six children.
except for one thing, BOOKS.
worked her way through series by Brock and Bodie Thoene and Gilbert Morris. And
finally, she broke into romance with Susan Elizabeth Phillips and Nobody’s Baby
But Mine. Her one constant, besides God, has always been books. So it was no
surprise when she started writing them… Beth writes in order to share a little love and lots of hope
with a hurting world.