Bound by Danger by Terry Spear - Romance>Paranormal/HorrorDeidre Roux is an Army officer with a secret. She can’t let anyone know she’s got second sight. The military would frown on such a thing and that could be the end of her career. But visions of ominous troubles to come plague her and she’s fortunate her twin brother taught her lots of martial arts tactics.
When a reporter moves in next door, she's not sure just want to think. Dave Carter owns a gun--it is Texas--and comes to her rescue when her brother suddenly drops into her life again. From there it's the normal stuff that women and men tend to do when they're getting to know each other--boating, swimming, dancing--except for one thing...she’s trying to keep her secret under wraps at all costs, which is difficult to do when she's under surveillance by the FBI, and people keep wanting her dead.
Could a reporter, who's not really a reporter, prove he might just have what it takes to keep her safe--for the long run?
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Excerpt:Expecting to see a mousy-haired woman wearing baggy gray sweats, like in the photo they had of her, he sauntered over to his patio door.
He peered out through the glass. Spying the buxom blond wearing a spandex shirt and denim shorts cut high on her shapely tanned legs as she strode across the parking lot toward their shared apartment landing, he dropped his jaw. Hell, he could see why Bill thought they’d made a mistake in identifying her as Captain Deidre Roux, Army personnel officer stationed at Fort Hood. It wasn’t the car, but the woman that didn’t fit the bill.
Even Dave wouldn’t have recognized her from the photo headquarters had sent of her. He grinned and folded his arms. Here Bill hadn’t wanted the job and was just as eager for Dave to take on this part of the mission.
Discovering more concerning her brother’s associations looked like it could be a much more pleasurable situation if he could mix a little recreation during his undercover investigation.
He took a deep breath.
Professionalism always. Business first…he reminded himself. His notions concerning her weren’t in the least bit professional. A romp in the nearby lake, movies, dinner, and up-close dancing…that’s the kind of association he preferred with someone who looked as good as she did.
He couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t have had a steady guy or a husband either. Or at least that’s what the file on her said. Maybe she had a volatile temper or hated men. He considered the idea as he rubbed his chin. Nah.
Dave raced for the front door to meet his new neighbor, then paused. How could he meet her without making it so obvious? He dashed into his kitchen, yanked his trashcan out from under the sink, and stared into it. Barely filled. It wouldn’t do.
Spying the unopened newspaper on the kitchen counter, he grabbed it up, crumpled up wads of the pages as fast as he could and jammed them into the trash bag. Jerking the bag out of the trashcan, he realized the paper’s ink had blackened his hands. He dropped the bag.
His heart thundered as he hurried to the sink. If he missed his first window of opportunity, he’d shoot himself.
He shoved the faucet on, squirted soap onto his hands and rubbed hard. After ripping a paper towel off its roll, he dried his hands and discarded it in the bag. He cinched it closed, then sprinted to the door. Calming his breath, he listened, peeking out the peephole as he watched for her.
Her sandals slapped the wrought iron steps as she climbed them. He waited. When she reached their landing, he jerked his door open, startling her. She gave a little gasp, her full glossy pink lips parted in surprise, blue eyes wide.
Nice move, Dave.
Man, up close she appeared even more scrumptious than from a distance. From her pearl painted toenails to her blond curls tousled in the breeze, she couldn’t have been any prettier. The girl next door kind of look. He had never had such an interesting assignment, and yet for the moment, she made him totally tongue-tied. Never had a woman done that to him before.
Realizing his mouth gaped wide open, he quickly clamped it shut and fought to take charge of the situation. “Hi. I’m Dave…Dave Carter, new to the neighborhood…just moved in yesterday.” He stuck his free hand out to her.
And feared he’d totally blown it.