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Zusatztext Praise for the novels of HelenKay Dimon “Everything I want in a book.”—Jill Shalvis! New York Times bestselling author of One in a Million “Sexy! fun and satisfying.”— Kirkus Reviews “Sharp writing and sexy romance sizzle.”— Chicago Tribune “Perfect for readers who appreciate intense intrigue and very erotic romance.”— Publishers Weekly Informationen zum Autor HelenKay Dimon spent the years before becoming a romance author as a divorce attorney—not the usual career transition. Now she writes full-time and she’s much happier. The author of more than thirty novels, novellas, and short stories that have twice been named “Red-Hot Reads” and excerpted in Cosmopolitan, she’s on the board of directors of the Romance Writers of America and teaches fiction writing at UC San Diego and MiraCosta College. Klappentext Praised for her "hot and bold"(Kirkus Reviews)! the author of Only and Mercy now delivers her most daring novel yet… She doesn't depend on anyone for anything. He intends to make her his completely. Natalie Udall thought her position at the CIA was secure-until protecting her team earned her an armed escort into certain danger. Natalie can't stand the idea of being secreted away in a cabin in the middle of nowhere! especially since it means sharing close quarters with the controlling bodyguard enlisted to keep her alive. Gabe MacIntosh joined the military to support his son! trained as a sniper and dealt with death on a regular basis. Now retired and operating a security firm! his first assignment is to protect a CIA agent on the run. She's strong willed and difficult-and all Gabe can think about is exerting his domination and stripping her of every expectation she has. Natalie has no intention of giving in to Gabe's straightforward demands of dominant sex with no attachments-even though the very idea of giving up control thrills her like nothing ever has... ONE Tuesday at six fifteen. That’s when Gabe MacIntosh’s patience officially expired. He’d been listening to Natalie Udall argue her case for over an hour. The woman sure could talk. She sat in the office chair and swiveled the seat back and forth. Tapped her fingernails against the conference room table. Ignored the water bottle he put in front of her more than thirty minutes ago while she battled every point he made. Treated him to her whole I’m-a-pissed-off-woman routine while repeatedly making it clear she thought she was in charge. Smart and sexy but so wrong. “Are you almost done?” he asked, hoping to wrap up the discussion and move on to the protection part of the program. He had to get to work. Much more non-bodyguard time alone with her and it would be a race to see which one exploded first, his brain or his dick. The whole mind-wandering thing was new to him. He’d never had trouble concentrating or staying focused during an operation. He’d been trained by the best. An untold amount of government money had been spent, years consumed, honing his skills and turning him into an ace sniper. He could hunker down in a field for hours with hostiles lurking nearby, almost stepping on him, and never make a sound. Not until he was ready. Not until he decided to unleash a rash of fury and fire. With her, something shifted. He noticed too much. Thought about her when he should have been concentrating only on her safety. Everything about her reeled him in. The straight long blond hair he dreamed about wrapping around his hand while he entered her. The way her slight southern accent slipped in when she rushed her words or got really pissed off. The first time they met she wore a suit. The skirt had hit just above her knees and had his brain misfiring as he dreamed about running his palms up those pale thighs. Wrapping those lean legs around his waist. Today,...
