Dark and Dangerous

(Zebra Romantic Suspense, June 2008)
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Sizzling seduction and hair-raising suspense combine in Jeanne Adams’s gripping new novel about a woman whose past returns—with a vengeance…

NOWHERE TO HIDE

Dana Markham is up against a cold-blooded killer who knows her all too well: Donovan Walker. Wanted for drug trafficking, armed and dangerous—he’s also her ex-husband. What she knows about him could land him behind bars forever…or put her and her young son in an early grave if Donovan finds them first. Dana’s one chance lies with a man she barely knows at all. Tall and darkly sensual, Caine Bradley is an undercover FBI agent who’s been posing as Walker’s henchman. Compelled to work with Caine to lure her ex out of hiding, Dana must fight against her own raw, urgent needs. But is he who he says he is? Her passionate desire for him could be her salvation—or her greatest mistake…

 

Here’s a taste of Dark and Dangerous…

 

Chapter One

The windchimes began to peal, a musical jangle. Dana had just set her book aside and turned out the lights. Listening, she felt a twitch of intuition. For her, the tingle of unease was as good as a certified letter when it came to danger.

There had been no breeze, not even the barest hint of wind when she’d let their dog, Shadow, out for the last time at eleven. The cool spring air, redolent with the scent of new growth, had been still.

Getting out of bed, she flicked the television on for light. Tossing the remote on the bed, she walked to the inner hallway; continuing to listen, preparing to act.

The clanging of the chimes picked up speed. Fools, she thought, even as her heart raced, realizing what hovered outside her house.

Shadow began to growl. Everything seemed to slow down, separate into moments. They had come for her, for her son. She’d been dreading this and yet expecting it.

It had only been four hours since she’d sat with Xavier, reading from one of the Harry Potter books at bedtime. Now, she would have to wake him, to run.

They’d had to scurry away in the night before, or leave with bare minutes of leeway, but then they’d had help. The FBI or WitSec—the witness security program—had been there.

Donovan had found them again, and this time she was on her own.

As scared as she was, the clangor of the bells almost made her laugh. Almost. For all her ex-husband’s cunning, for all the expensive black-market military hardware he bought with his drug money, he didn’t have anyone smart enough to think about those windchimes.

Thank God.

Warned by the wind. If that’s not cosmic justice, I don’t know what is. How soon he forgot. He’d trained her well to take near-paranoid precautions. That hard-won expertise worked against him now, and ensured she knew trouble had arrived.

Being forewarned only helped her if she took action, she reminded herself, thinking furiously. There was no time to get to the van, and even if they did, the helicopter would be armed. They would be sitting ducks on the country roads. There was no time to go to the safe room in the basement, either.

Donovan’s men would be on the ground by now. She did have time to activate her other protective measures, pitiful though they were.