Bulletproof Marriage
Experience the thrill of life on the edge and set your adrenalin pumping! These gripping stories see heroic characters fight for survival and find love in the face of danger.She’d believed he was dead… Natalie had faced trouble before. A highly trained spy, she’d known heartache and passion and fear. But never before had she been pushed into a corner with no way out. Now her husband is back in her arms! The man the Lazlo Group sent to protect her was none other than her husband, Sean McGregor.After two years of mourning a man who had never died, would she be able to forgive him – or would the brutal actions of a psychopath leave her widowed for real?Mission: Impassioned Find the traitor…lose your heart.
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Out of the mist and smoke, a dead man strode towards her, keeping close to the wall, staying in the shadows.
But coming. For her. Natalie began to shake. Shots rang out. Crouching, the man began to run. But so far, he hadnât been hit. Heâd always been lucky that way. At least until the day heâd died.
When he reached her, he stopped, a hint of wariness in his gaze.
âEither Iâm dying, dead. Or youâre not dead,â she said, feeling like an idiot, still not sure what to think.
His dark gaze locked with hers, daring her wrath. âIâm not dead.â
âSean.â Fierce joy rose in her. Joy and disbelief andâ¦anger! Anger, fury, rage. Hard and hot, pushing away everything else.
Two years ago, sheâd been angry with him for dying. For leaving her. Now she was enraged to learn that heâd livedâ¦
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Karen Whiddon started weaving fanciful tales for her younger brothers at the age of eleven. Amid the Catskill Mountains of New York, then the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, she fuelled her imagination with the natural beauty of the rugged peaks and spun stories of love that captivated her familyâs attention.
Karen now lives in north Texas, where she shares her life with her very own hero of a husband and three doting dogs. Also an entrepreneur, she divides her time between the business she started and writing the contemporary romantic suspense and paranormal romances that readers enjoy. You can e-mail Karen at [email protected] or write to her at PO Box 820807, Fort Worth, TX 76182, USA. Fans of her writing can also check out her website at www.KarenWhiddon.com.
Dear Reader,
After writing The Princessâs Secret Scandal for the CAPTURING THE CROWN series. I knew there were stories yet untold. Most of the other authors felt the same way, so we got together and proposed another series, MISSION: IMPASSIONED. Bulletproof Marriage is my contribution.
Marriage is complicated and wonderful, dangerous and safe, passionate and serene. Because my own marriage is so awesome, I know that love truly can carry on despite bad times and troubles. When Sean McGregor told me his story and how much he loved his wife, I knew Iâd found my story. I sympathised with both Sean and Natalie, and longed to help them find each other again.
I hope you enjoy sharing danger and love with these two super-spies! I sure did.
Sincerely,
Karen Whiddon
For Daisy, Mitchell and Mac, my four-legged
writing companions and fur-faced children.
Chapter 1
If reinforcements didnât show up soon, Natalie Major thought grimly, she might as well paint a target on her chest and leap into the open. The unknown assassinâor assassinsâwere that close. The decaying concrete warehouse sheâd holed up in only had two ways outâand one of them had been blown to rubble.
She needed help. Corbett Lazlo, her fatherâs oldest friend and owner of one of the top private investigative agencies in the world, had promised to send someone. Sheâd asked for the best.
Now she wished sheâd asked for the most prompt.
Gallows humor. Sheâd never been particularly good at it before, though sheâd grown more proficient.
Her husband wouldnât even recognize her now if he were still alive. Once, heâd been Lazloâs top agent. Sheâd married a Lazlo Group spook, just like her own father had been. Retired now, and in a wheelchair, her father lived in relative seclusion. Her beloved husband, Sean, hadnât been so lucky. Heâd been killed two years ago this week. Lazloâs group seemed to be the ruin of everyone she loved, so in honor of her dead husband and disabled father, and in defiance of the Lazlo legacy she could easily have embraced, sheâd worked her way to the top of SIS, the British Secret Intelligence Service. There was no job too difficult, no task too dangerous for Sean McGregorâs widow.
Until now.
She scouted the area. Trapped inside the abandoned warehouse, she was fast running out of options. The concrete walls made a good shield against bullets, but she needed to see her enemies. Right now, she could only hear them. And it was hard to fight when you had no idea who the enemy might be. Or where they were hiding.
Plus, cement was cold and hard and reminded her too damn much of a tomb.
The shooters fired off another round of shots. AK-47s. Random bullets ricocheted crazily and dangerously off the cement walls and floors. She couldnât even dodge them, having no idea where theyâd go.
Sheâd found the abandoned warehouse two days ago. A concrete bunker in a run-down area of Glasgow had seemed relatively safe. Not wanting to endanger others by staying at a B and B or hotel, sheâd used the concrete warehouse as her base, returning to sleep and regroup while attempting to gather information on whoever had sold out her team. Since Millafloraâa low-down, no-good mole operating as a double agent inside the SISâhad already been caught, she had no idea who she was looking for.
Officially, she was on administrative leave, supposedly holed up, incognito in an unknown luxury hotel on the French Riviera. No one in her office knew sheâd come to Glasgow, not even her supervisor.
