Friday, March 6, 2015

Dangerous Passions: 12 Tales of Contemporary Sexy Hot Alpha Heroes

Book details:

Dangerous Passions: 12 Tales of Contemporary Sexy Hot Alpha Heroes
Publication date: March 3rd 2015
Genres: Adult, Romance


Dangerous Passions: 12 Tales of Contemporary Sexy Hot Alpha Heroes — Cops, Navy SEALs, Marines, Military, FBI Agents, Secret Agents, Police Captains, Spies, and More
A romance multi-author box set and romantic suspense collections and anthologies of action and adventure, contemporary romance, military romance, romantic thriller, and sexy romance.

11 by Kylie Brant, National Bestselling Author: Five years after escaping from The Collector Mia Deleon stops hiding and teams up with security expert Jude Bishop to track her former captor. Jude’s efforts to help Mia are complicated by the growing attraction between them. Because their race to trail the sexual sadist brings Mia ever closer to the man determined to see his collection finally complete….

DANGEROUS CURVES by Nina Bruhns, New York Times Bestselling Author: A spec ops transporter for STORM Corps takes on drones, bad guys, and car chases on the coast of Italy—and falls for a beautiful scientist whose curves are far more dangerous than the road!

IN TOO DEEP by Opal Carew, New York Times Bestselling Author: Angel has been deep undercover in the mob for far too long. Four years ago, she was forced to betray the only man she ever loved. He barely got away with his life, and now he hates her. Too bad they’ve been partnered to work together. As man and wife.

SEAL’S EMBRACE by Elle James, New York Times Bestselling Author: Injured Navy SEAL and the critical care nurse he’s attempting to woo join forces to stop a terrorist attack at a military hospital in Germany.

BRIDGER’S LAST STAND by Linda Winstead Jones, New York Times Bestselling Author: When a one night stand makes Frannie a witness to murder and puts her in danger, Detective Malcolm Bridger refuses to let her out of his sight until the murderer is caught.

FLASH FIRE by Elle Kennedy, USA Today Bestselling Author: Navy SEAL Cash McCoy knows all about danger, but when it comes to the love of his life, this alpha soldier does everything in his power to keep Jen Scott happy and safe. When the tables are turned and Jen places herself in harm’s way for her job, Cash must learn to trust the woman he loves…or lose her forever.

INTO DANGER by Gennita Low, New York Times Bestselling Author: Navy SEAL, Steve McMillan, has been pulled from his team to work with CIA’s Task Force Two, where he’s assigned to deal with the “world’s most glamorous assassin.” Marlena Maxwell proves to be as seductive and dangerous as her reputation as the assignment becomes a game of cross and double-cross. Into Danger is the winner of RT Book Reviews’ Best Romantic Intrigue.

EMBATTLED HEARTS by J.M. Madden, New York Times Bestselling Author: For the first time in years former Marine John Palmer has met a woman that makes him feel like the man he used to be, before his catastrophic injury. When a stalker threatens her, it’s his job to remove the threat. Why does the possibility of having his heart destroyed scare him more than taking on a killer?

DEATHTRAP by Dana Marton, New York Times Bestselling Author: The only woman he could ever love, has a secret he could never forgive.

SHADOW OF THE HAWK by Julie Miller, USA Today Bestselling Author: A Marine whose soul is tortured by his mystical abilities puts his life—and heart—on the line to rescue a Plain Jane school teacher and her students from an archaeological field trip gone horribly wrong.

IMPOSTER by Karen Fenech, USA Today Bestselling Author: Chemist Dr. Eve Collins, wrongly accused by the CIA of developing a chemical weapon, learns someone has set her up as a scapegoat. That “someone” wants her dead.



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With as much dignity as she could muster, Linnea lowered herself into the passenger seat of the sports car.
 It wasn’t easy. The thing was as low-slung as a damned dachshund. She wasn’t super tall, but she felt like a giraffe folding herself into the deep, luxurious seat. Once there, it felt really nice, though. And it smelled good, too. Like a new car.
It smelled even better when Darryl slid gracefully into the driver’s seat—good grief, how did he even fit?—after tucking her carry-on into the front trunk of the car. She recognized the expensive European men’s fragrance he wore, though she couldn’t put a name to it. She’d forever associate the scent with the elegant men in the hushed paneled elevators of the posh hotels she and her parents had stayed in during that fateful summer vacation ten years ago.
 Surprisingly, the scent triggered only good memories. She’d been just sixteen then, shyly budding into her womanhood, and the European men they’d encountered at every turn had been charming and flattering, directing an undercurrent of sexual interest toward her that had been both flustering and flattering. Not to mention highly arousing to a young girl with dreams of being swept off by an honest-to-goodness prince charming. It happened in the movies all the time, so why not to her, too?
 In the end, she would much rather have been rescued by a genuine hero than a useless prince.
 A lot of her childish fantasies had been crushed to dust that summer.
 But the smell of that sexy cologne took her body back to before that all happened. Against her better judgment, it got her juices flowing and her foolish imagination creeping into the kind of fairytale territory far better left slumbering in its stone tower high above the grey clouds of reality.
She’d learned years ago there were no such things as princes…or heroes. A girl just had to learn to do the rescuing herself.
She turned to Darryl and forced a smile. “Sorry I snapped at you, Mr. Bachmann. I was—” Worried about her life’s work? Freaked out by being in Italy again? Mortified by being so turned on by him and the scent of his damned cologne? “It was a long flight,” she finally managed.
He pushed a button and the engine roared to life as he returned a smile that actually seemed sincere. “No worries, doc. And if we’re going to be hanging around together for the next two weeks, you better call me Darryl.”
She blinked. Momentarily distracted from him calling her doc again.
“T-two weeks? You a-and me?” she stammered in disbelief.
No. That was not possible. She’d be a hot mess if she had to share space with that ridiculous body and that impossible cologne for more than a few hours.
 “Sure. Buckle up, ma’am. Safety first.” He looked at her expectantly.
 She stared back at him. “W-why would we be hanging around together?”
 His brows flickered, and when she still didn’t move, he calmly leaned across her and reached for the seatbelt himself. As he grasped it, he said, “Didn’t they tell you?”
Fireworks were suddenly going off in her whole body. He was so close he was practically touching her. Hell, he was touching her. His broad shoulder was brushing hers, and oh, my God, his chest was pressing lightly against her breasts.
No wonder she was feeling fireworks. 
She felt like Marvin the crash dummy. Her body was frozen in place, her muscles unable to move even a millimeter. Not even to answer his question. If it was a question. She wasn’t sure. Because that damned cologne had invaded her senses. And then he turned his head and was looking at her with a weird expression on his handsome face…that was actually more rugged and tan and windswept than classically handsome, which was, naturally, even more attractive in her eyes. And like Marvin, she could clearly see the terrible crash coming right at her, lethal and heart-wrenching and life-altering, but was unable to do a damned thing about it.
Somehow, she managed to pry open her mouth and croak out the words, “Tell me what?”
She felt the seatbelt stretch across her body, but for the life of her she didn’t know how, because he wasn’t moving away. If anything, his body pressed infinitesimally closer into hers. His warmth invaded her, making her shiver, and his breath whispered across her face.
“This is your test vehicle,” he murmured, the dark rumble of his voice penetrating the deepest reaches of her insides. Just the car engine, she told herself, though she knew that was a lie.
Slowly, his gaze dropped to her lips. Which parted all on their own in horrified delight.
Oh, God.
The seatbelt closed with a deafening snap. Her body jerked, brushing against his just hard enough there was no way he could miss feeling her pebbled nipples.
Her pulse zinged into hyperspace. Ohgod-ohgod-ohgod.
“Yeah. And I,” he said, meeting her desperate gaze again, “am your assigned transporter.”

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In too Deep- Excerpt

He had to get out. Now. The thought sizzled through Frank's brain like a current of electricity,

while across the crowded ballroom the subject of his turmoil calmly played her game. Stunning

in her shimmering blue gown, she glittered like a precious gem in this setting of the rich and


Emotions clashed and careened wildly within him. Was that really Angel? The woman he

had once loved. The woman he had hated for four long years. He couldn't be sure.

He had never wanted to see her again and yet now he couldn't stop staring at this woman who

looked so much like her. His mind screamed retreat while his burning emotions demanded

confrontation. Frozen by his doubt, he forced himself to linger until he could determine her


A waiter hovered by a circle of guests offering hor d'oeuvres, cutting off Frank's view of the

woman. The room swam back into focus, and he damned the Bureau for forcing him to spend his

first night in New York at this glitzy, shallow party. But they'd given him no choice. Somewhere

in this room his new partner waited to meet him. If the woman really was Angel…. He hooked

his index finger in the collar of his white, pleated shirt and tugged. He didn't even want to think

about the disaster that would cause.

All about him people tossed chips around and laughed, careless of how much they lost. The

theme was Monte Carlo, the aim to raise money for cancer. Frank chose to observe. Gambling

went along with his job—along with the requisite losses.

The waiter moved, and he gazed again at the woman in the blue dress.

At least once, he'd lost more than he could afford.

His gaze followed the curves outlined by the iridescent blue gown. So far, he'd only seen her

from the side. She stood at the roulette table. Her dark hair, sleekly pulled to the back of her head

with a gold clip, shone in the soft light. Could Angel have tamed her riotous curls into a smooth

coil like that? Probably not. His eyes narrowed. The graceful curve of her neck looked the same.

As she turned around and leaned over the table to scoop up the chips she'd just won, laughing,

revealing the deep crevice in the dip of her neckline, his pulse lurched. Surely the woman didn't

realize how much flesh she exposed. Every man near her did, however. Because, just like Angel,

she had a generous amount of cleavage to expose.

It couldn't be Angel. The last time he'd seen her had been in Hawaii.

Hawaii. Four years ago. He'd gone to the island on a case, following the notorious drug lord

Domenic Cavaglione. Frank's department had known something big was planned when

Cavaglione headed there for an extended vacation. Frank and his partner had been dispatched to

keep an eye on the suspect's activities. Cavaglione had spent the first few weeks attending a few

closed meetings, but basically biding his time.

Frank and his partner had cycled shifts watching their target and Frank used the dead time to

work on his tan and enjoy the sights. He'd soon found a sight worth watching in the beach front

cabin three down from his. Angel Tortina.

He remembered the first time he'd seen her. With her long curls swirling around her

shoulders, she'd been wearing a bright crimson bikini that made his heart pump triple time. Her

legs were long and shapely and she was generously curved in all the right places. With a figure

most women would die for, she still maintained an air of sweet innocence that attracted him far

more than mere physical attributes, though he couldn't deny that her body enticed him. After all,

he was a normal, healthy male.

He'd made a point of meeting her and for three weeks they'd spent time together, enjoying

each other's company, getting to know each other. She'd been just an interesting diversion—until

he realized he was falling in love with her.

Sweet Angel. His body had ached for her. So many times he had come close to sweeping her

up and carrying her back to one of their cabins to make passionate love, but her delicate, hesitant

kisses told him she was…inexperienced. If he'd had more time, if he hadn't been on a job… He'd

wanted to be the one to show her the ways of love.

Then he'd found out who she was—and who she worked for. Cavaglione!

Even then, smitten as he was, he'd actually believed Angel could never be involved in illegal

activities, that somehow she had been unaware of her boss' shady dealings. Frank didn't want to

remember what had happened after that. He'd been a fool! He'd never made such a grave mistake

in his life. He was lucky it hadn't been a fatal mistake, not only for himself but for his partner,


A burst of laughter nearby dragged Frank back to the present. He grabbed his drink and

gulped it down, trying to drown the bitter taste of self-disgust.

* * *

Angel knew she was being watched. A person couldn't get very far in her business without

developing a special sense about these things. She glanced around and saw a scowling man

thump his drink on the table, then glare into the liquid depths. Had it been him? She continued

scanning the room. She knew that prickly feeling.

She stacked her chips in four neat piles. One white, two red, and one short pile of blue. She

picked up a red one and tossed it onto the square marked fifteen. Fifteen? That had been her

cabin number in Hawaii. She frowned. Why would that come back to her now after so many


Again, she felt the prickle and glanced up, unconsciously fixing on the same man she'd

noticed earlier. His expression neutral now, he stared at someone two tables over, yet Angel was

sure she'd seen his focus shift slightly when she'd locked her gaze onto him.

His features were obscured by the dim light. Staring intently, she could make out an angular

jaw, dark, wavy hair cut short on the sides and longer on the top, and eyebrows that angled up

and away from his straight nose. He reminded her of the one man she'd do anything to forget.

Frank O'Connor.

But of course this wasn't Frank. As far as she knew, he was still in California. This man just

resembled Frank. She stared down at her hands and realized she was flipping a chip over and

over between her fingers. The croupier declared final bets before starting the wheel.

Frank represented an episode in her life she'd rather not think about. He had fallen in love

with her and he'd gotten hurt. Well, damn it, that wasn't her fault. Fool. You should have stayed

away from him as soon as you started to fall for him.

Glancing at the ball spinning round the wheel, she sipped her wine spritzer. Right now she

had enough to cope with in her job without worrying about a ghost from her past. Her current

task was at a standstill and her boss planned to bring someone else on to work with her. She had

a very bad feeling about that.

The clink of the ball into its final destination triggered a groan from the man next to her.

"Fifteen. You won again." The woman beside Angel nudged her.

Angel focused on the new pile of chips the croupier pushed toward her and started to sort and

stack them neatly onto her piles. She glanced in the direction of the scowling man and this time

their gazes clashed.

Good Lord, it was Frank! She knocked down two of her piles as her hand flew to her chest.

He started to get up. Panic flared within her. He was coming to confront her! No, not here! He


After what she'd done to him, how he'd looked at her with murderous intent the last time

she'd seen him, she realized he could. And would.

Her heart pounded against the wall of her chest as she stepped back from the table, trying to

ignore her roiling stomach. She'd scanned the ballroom for all the exits earlier, a precaution she

always took.

"Ma'am. Don't forget your chips."

Her attention flickered away from Frank's intent gaze for a fraction of a second and she

glanced at the croupier.

"I…uh… Take them as a donation." She waved her hands distractedly.

He smiled and swept them away from her into the house pot. "That's very generous, ma'am.

Have a good evening."

She glanced back toward Frank, expecting him to be closing the distance between them. But

he was no where to be seen. She glanced around and saw a broad, tuxedo-covered back disappear

out a side exit.

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