Praise for the novels of
ANNE STUART
â[Stuart is] arguably romantic suspenseâs most popular novelist.â
âPublishers Weekly
âA master at creating chilling atmosphere with a modern touch.â
âLibrary Journal
âBrilliant characterizations and a suitably moody ambience drive this dark tale of unlikely love.â
âPublishers Weekly on Black Ice [starred review]
âStuart knows how to take chances, and this edgy thriller shows how well they can pay off.â
âPublishers Weekly on Cold As Ice
â[A] sexy, edgy, exceptionally well-plotted tale.â
âLibrary Journal on Into the Fire
âA consummate mistress of her craft.â
âRomantic Times BOOKreviews
âBefore I readâ¦[a] Stuart book I make sure my day is freeâ¦. Once I start, she has me hooked.â
âNew York Times bestselling author Debbie Macomber
First off, I couldnât have written this without falling in love with J-rock and Japan, so thanks to my daughter for dragging me to Otakon. I have an addiction to Japanese doramas (twelve-hour television miniseries, which I watch slavishly, in Japanese with Chinese subtitles and I donât speak or read either language but I love them anyway).
My Yakuza is not terribly realistic, so donât blame David E. Kaplan and Alec Dubro or their fabulous book Yakuza: The Explosive Account of Japanâs Criminal Underworld. I believe in poetic license.
And if you want a soundtrack for this, listen to the new age music from Pacific Moon, rock from Hyde and LâArc-en-Ciel and, oh, just maybe the soundtrack to âFinal Fantasy: Advent Children.â A touch of Dir en grey wouldnât hurt either.
Reno bounded up the stairs, two at a time, and pushed open the door to the deserted apartment, only to stare directly into the barrel of a Glock.
Peter Madsen slowly put his gun away. âWhat the hell are you doing here? I could have shot you.â
Reno grinned. He knew Peter thought he was the most annoying, most flamboyant operative ever to work for the Committee, that covert organization of ruthless do-gooders, and he did his best to live up to that image. He brushed an invisible speck of lint off his leather jacket and kept his sunglasses firmly in place in the darkened room.
âI trust your instincts,â he said, closing the door behind him and strolling into the apartment. His pointy-toed leather cowboy boots echoed on the parquet flooring.
âHow do you ever sneak up on anyone when youâre so damned noisy?â Peter said.
Reno gave him his most annoying smile. There was nothing he liked better than to irritate the Ice Man. âI manage,â he said. âI thought you might need a little help.â
âWhen I need help, Iâll ask for it.â
Reno shrugged. âJust trying to do my duty, boss. Isobelâs really gone, hasnât she? Our fearless leader has disappeared, leaving you in charge.â
âYes.â Peter glowered at him. âAnd donât call me boss. Itâs not my idea youâre here.â
âNot mine, either. You think she went with Killian?â
âI expect so.â
âAah, true love,â Reno said. âFor good?â
âI hope so,â Peter said.
âWhy? So you can take over running the Committee?â Reno wandered over to the window to look out into the wet winter afternoon.
âHardly. Iâm passing this off to the first person qualified.â
âThen why?â
Peter shrugged. âBecause this kind of life demands too high a price. Isobel and Killian stayed too longâthey earned the right to get out of it.â
Reno snorted. âYou donât seem the sentimental kind to me.â
âAnd youâre such a great judge of character?â
Reno merely smiled his catlike smile. âSo explain this to me,â he said in his deliberate English. âWhy are we still in hiding? Why have my cousin and his wife disappeared somewhere in Japan? Thomason is deadâany contracts he put out should be canceled, and the Russian mercenaries should have lost interest. Mercenaries donât work without money, and their source of income has dried up. We should be ready to move on to new things, not wasting time cleaning up old messes.â
âMaybe the Russians havenât heard. Maybe theyâve moved on to other things, but our intel is spotty. Either way, Iâm not about to take a chance. Weâve lost too many operatives to risk it. Besides, Iâm rather fond of your cousin.â
âSo am I. I also think he could hold his own against half-a-dozen retired Russian operatives,â Reno said.
âProbably. But weâre not going to find out. They stay hidden until we know itâs safe. You got that?â
Reno didnât respond, changing the subject instead. âHow is Mahmoud doing?â
âFine,â Peter said gloomily. âIâm supposed to bring home a Play Station Three. The kidâs a ruthless, soulless assassin, so Genevieveâs plan is to get him blowing up virtual heads instead of real ones. No thanks to you.â