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Haunted by her best friend's disappearance, always practical Rowan Quaide lives a life of cold logic. As an intelligence analyst, her world is ruled by who has the best strategy and Ro's reasoned control makes her Queen.
A Chance encounter with a man from her past stretches the bounds of reason and throws her into a game of dark deception and danger. With the past creeping from her nightmares into her reality, Ro pits herself against the monster determined to destroy the new love she's found.
As the intel gets more and more disturbing and events begin to spin out of control, she must rely on her instincts and cling to an unreasonable truth, or allow logic to tear her apart.
He turned to her with a considering gaze. “You’re a fascinating woman, Quaide,” he spoke softly. “A strange mix of pragmatic and unwillingly romantic with just a touch of eager rashness.”
Rowan wanted to laugh it off, but was lulled by his voice and those fathomless eyes that always seemed able to hold her gaze so easily. So she simply watched as he slowly moved closer.
“I find myself…” He paused and she saw him swallow, watched the movement of his throat, and noted the unevenness of his breathing. She noted with vague surprise that her own matched it. “Mesmerized,” he finished on a whisper.
She felt the air thicken around them, that quickening of anticipation. Her heart danced in her chest and her limbs quivered. His hand reached up to touch her hair, her neck, her cheek with gentle caresses that made her tingle, made her stomach tighten. She licked her lips nervously and saw his eyes darken, a deep flush answering in her cheeks. It made no sense, she thought dimly, to feel all this before he’d even kissed her.
He lowered his head those final few inches, meeting her trembling lips with his. It was the merest of touches, almost hesitant more than patient. It shouldn’t have made her knees weak or her stomach flutter. It surely shouldn’t have breathed heat through her or caused her to shudder. She’d been kissed before, with the crushing of mouths and dueling of tongues, and those kisses had never made her weak or needy. But this one did. It did all of those things that it shouldn’t have.
Randa Flannery has an a degree in English and writes a variety of romantic fiction, including suspense, comedy, and urban fantasy. Randa is a member of the Romance Writers of America and lives as an expat with her husband and children in FuYang, China.
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