Killer Season
Blackmail meets desire in this tale of secrets and revenge out West! When Fiona Sanders is held at gunpoint at her convenience store job, Houston officer Nate Gallagher doesn't hesitate to act the hero. But within days she's targeted again and Nate knows the crimes aren't random. His only option: keep the vulnerable beauty safe while they search for the culprits.Having lost her own father in the line of duty, Fiona refuses to fall for a cop—no matter how much the drop-dead gorgeous, self-appointed bodyguard tugs at her heartstrings. But as the enemy closes in and the truth about the attacks is revealed, Fiona must learn to trust Nate…or face history repeating itself.
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Blackmail meets desire in this tale of secrets and revenge out West!
When Fiona Sanders is held at gunpoint at her convenience store job, Houston officer Nate Gallagher doesnât hesitate to act the hero. But within days sheâs targeted again and Nate knows the crimes arenât random. His only option: keep the vulnerable beauty safe while they search for the culprits.
Having lost her own father in the line of duty, Fiona refuses to fall for a copâno matter how much the drop-dead gorgeous, self-appointed bodyguard tugs at her heartstrings. But as the enemy closes in and the truth about the attacks is revealed, Fiona must learn to trust Nateâ¦or face history repeating itself.
Fiona looked up at Nate, her eyes suspiciously bright.
âI will never forget you, or what you did for me tonight. But I suspect itâs just the latest in a long line of amazing things youâve done. Not many people would have stepped forward like that, but you did. Youâre a hero.â
Nate felt his face heat and knew he must be as red as the sirens flashing on the ambulance pulling into the parking lot. âIâm not a hero.â
The corner of Fionaâs mouth quirked up while she studied him. âThe fact that youâre denying it just makes you even more heroic.â
Now it was Nateâs turn to look away. He didnât know how to explain to her that heâd simply reactedâshe was in danger, and heâd stepped forward, wanting only to protect her. That wasnât heroic; it was instinctive, pure and simple. Heroes recognized danger and stepped forward in spite of it.
He hadnât stopped to consider the danger, but had rushed right in, his only thought to keep Fiona safe.
Most people think of the holidays as a time to spend with friends and family, celebrating traditions and making happy memories. It can be a very joyous time, something to look forward to all year long. But for those people who donât have families or friends, the holidays can be very isolating and lonely, something to dread rather than anticipate.
Thatâs the case for Nate and Fiona. Theyâre both lonelyâFiona by circumstance, and Nate by choice. Neither one of them sees the holidays as something to get excited about, especially when Fionaâs life is threatened. But as they deal with the mysterious dangers surrounding Fiona, they both come to realize that thereâs more to life than work, and sometimes, you really can have it allâa family (complete with a pampered cat), friends and a fulfilling job. And donât forget the Christmas tree!
I hope you enjoy Nate and Fionaâs story. As always, thanks for reading!
Lara
LARA LACOMBE earned a PhD in microbiology and immunology and worked in several labs across the country before moving into the classroom. Her day job as a college science professor gives her time to pursue her other loveâwriting fast-paced romantic suspense with smart, nerdy heroines and dangerously attractive heroes. She loves to hear from readers! Find her on the web or contact her at [email protected].
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Nate Gallagher leaned forward with a sigh, squinting to peer through the foggy glass of the refrigerated case in search of caffeine. It was late, and he still had a few hours to go before he could sleep.
He opened the door, reached in and pulled out a bottle, reading the label with some suspicion. All day energy! it proclaimed, the neon-green letters garishly bright against the black background. Might as well try it, he decided, tucking the bottle under his arm. He didnât think he could gag down any more coffeeâheâd drunk so much of the stuff over the past week, he was in real danger of turning into a coffee bean.
He glanced at the register as he made his way over to the hot-food station. Fiona, the night-shift clerk, had given him the usual smile and wave when heâd walked in, but now she had her nose stuck in a textbook. Every time he came in here, it seemed she was always studying.
âSociology,â sheâd replied with a smile, after he had asked her about it one night. âIâm in the masterâs degree program at the University of Houston. I want to go into education after I graduate.â
Nate didnât know much about sociology, but she looked like his fantasy version of a professor, with her sleek auburn hair, wide brown eyes and generous mouth. He could picture her in a tight-fitting business suit that hugged her curves, standing in front of a classroom wearing sky-high heels. Even her usual uniform of jeans and a T-shirt made him take notice, and there had been many times heâd wanted to pull her against him, press those amazing curves against his chest and bury his nose in her hair. He wasnât sure what she smelled likeâheâd never gotten that closeâbut heâd passed many pleasant moments daydreaming about it. Warm vanilla. Roses. Clean citrus. He didnât really have a preference, but he hoped to find out, one way or another.
