DescriptionThereâ€™s one name that has Agent Nala Dekker reaching for the gun holstered to her legâ€”Tantum Maddox, the one name her partner said before he died in her arms. After three years of searching for the faceless Tantum Maddox, his name has finally surfaced. Nala jumps on the first plane to Boston in chase of her long-awaited revenge. But instead of taking Tantum in for his crime or shooting himâ€”in self-defense, of courseâ€”Nala nearly ends up in bed with the killer. So, it probably wouldâ€™ve been a good idea to find out what her Target looked like before she went after him.
Agent Tantum Maddox has completed his assignment in Mexico... and now itâ€™s time for his revenge. When Tantum finds a mysterious woman in his arms, and after he discovers exactly who she isâ€”his Targetâ€”he must decide what to do with the gun concealed beneath her dress. Should he use it on her and kill her? Or spare her life and take her captive until he finds the answers heâ€™s been looking for?
Somehow Nalaâ€™s innocence comes into question by the dangerously sexy Tantum Maddox and he accuses her of being a cold blooded killer. But why is Nala the one on trial, for Tantumâ€™s the one who killed her partnerâ€”isnâ€™t he? In this torrid twist of betrayal and seduction, will Tantum and Nala resist killing each other? Or worse, when the truth unfolds, will love become the only threat to their vindictive hearts?
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Excerpt:"Tell me, what am I going to find if I keep going?" His fingers inched closer. Her heart raced. "Are you damp," he furthered another inch up her thigh, "wet," he smiled wickedly and she gushed from the inside out. "Or, will you be drenched, sweetheart?"
Nala bit her lip. The forecast was indeed warning a flood. Though, she needed him to continue with his splendid voyage. She wanted him to dip his fingers into the pool of her desire.
The side of his mouth kicked up, "What's wrong? Have I rendered you speechless?" he daunted.
Nala found her strength from his cockiness, from the potent dare in his baiting tone. "No, I'm just wondering when you're going to stop teasing me," she wielded her sexiest smile, "and finish what you've started here." Gutsy maybe, but she meant every word. The man was purposely torturing her.
He released a deep throaty chuckle. His fingers now so close to her inner flesh, a mere stroke away. "Hot and sassy, you've gotta be the sexiest thing I've ever seen." His eyes twinkled with feral passion. "Don't worry sweetheart this is going to be the best night of your life," he said and squeezed her thigh with the tips of his fingers pulling her skin and without touching her pussy he had succeed in opening it slightly, "but you're only going to come when I say you can and not one second sooner." He withdrew slightly from her begging center, possibly for another tormenting tease. She went from on fire to frosty to completely frozen as the thought came to her. Did he feel it? Suddenly staring down the barrel of her own gun, she had her answer.
With narrowed eyes, he made an annoying clicking sound from the corner of his mouth as he turned to inspect her gun, the one heâ€™d snagged from between her legs. She didnâ€™t even feel him take it. He inhaled an exaggerated breath, tilted his head, and waved the gun at her.
"Didn't your daddy ever tell you that little girls shouldnâ€™t play with guns?"
"On the contrary, it was a gift from my father." She eyed him skeptically. "And I'd appreciate it if you'd give it back...you know, for the sentimental value and all," she hissed.
She didnâ€™t know if heâ€™d give it back or use it on her. After all, he was a complete stranger, and she knew nothing of the man currently holding a gun to her chest. She was still trapped by his hand behind her back, and he pressed his thigh across her legs, rendering a groin kick impossible.
"Well I guess maybe we're not going to find out just how wet you are sweetheart," he said with a disgruntled grin. "I am going to take a step back from you, and if you move, my finger may slip," he said and nodded his head. "Do you understand me?"
"Yes." She got it: If she tried to fight for her gun, he was going to shoot her.
She heard the safety button click. The weapon was ready to go off. She remained still. He meant business, and she wasnâ€™t going to mess around with a loaded gun. He could have it. She'd just ask Daddy to get her a new one at Christmas.
"Good." He slowly moved away from her but held the weapon