OBSERVATIONS ON A POTENTIAL PEST
by Noah Hellstrom,
owner of Wanderlust Tours
â¦another day in the bush. Our plans are coming together well, and I stand to make quite a fortune from the poaching operation. This alliance with the Texan will prove very profitable indeed. I worryâneedlessly, Iâm sureâabout the American park ranger, Wynne Sperling. She is as intriguing as she is infuriating, arresting my men as if she were some kind of savior. I cannot afford to let her disrupt my most exciting venture yet. But I canât say that her fighting spirit doesnât compel me, even though her prim rebuttals of my advances annoy me. And the albino leopard that follows her every move like a kitten is equally disturbing. But thatâs part of Wynneâs charmâshe is as rare as that damn beast, and twice as beautiful. What a wonderful trophy my pretty little ranger would makeâ¦.
Dear Reader,
Whatâs in your beach bag this season? August is heating up, and here at Bombshell weâve got four must-read stories to make your summer special.
Rising-star Rachel Caine brings you the first book in her RED LETTER DAYS miniseries, Devilâs Bargain. An ex-cop makes a deal with an anonymous benefactor to start her own detective agency, but thereâs a catchâany case that arrives via red envelope must take priority. If it doesnât, bad things happenâ¦.
Summer heats up in Africa when a park ranger intent on stopping poachers runs into a suspicious Texan with an attitude to match her own, in Rare Breed by Connie Hall. Wynne Sperling wants to protect the animals under her watchâwill teaming up with this secretive stranger help her, or play into the hands of her enemies?
A hunt for missing oil assets puts crime-fighting CPA Whitney âPinkâ Pearl in the line of fire when the money trail leads to a top secret CIA case, in Sheâs on the Money by Stephanie Feagan. With an assassin on her tail and two men vying for her attention, Pink had better get her accounts in orderâ¦.
It takes true grit to make it in the elite world of FBI criminal profilers, and Angie David has what it takes. But with her mentor looking over her shoulder and a serial killer intent on luring her to the dark side, sheâll need a little something extra to make her case. Donât miss The Profiler by Lori A. May!
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Best wishes,
Natashya Wilson
Associate Senior Editor, Silhouette Bombshell
is an award-winning author whose writing credits include seven historical novels, written under the pen name Constance Hall, and four screenplays. Her novels are sold worldwide. An avid hiker, conservationist, bird-watcher, and painter of watercolors and oil portraits, she dreams of one day trying her hand at skydiving. She lives in Richmond, Virginia, with her husband, two sons, and Keeper, a lovable Lab-mix who rules the house with her big brown eyes. For more information, visit Connieâs Web site at www.erols.com/koslow.
To Julie Barrett at Silhouette for her vision and for giving one hundred and ten percent of herself to her writers. To Anne McLaughlin, Camelot McAren and John Remmers, my worst critics and best friends. I love you guys.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Epilogue
Lower Zambezi National Park, Africa
Wynne Sperling held the steering wheel of the Land Rover with one hand and pointed at the vultures with the other. âLook, you can see them for miles. There must be hundreds of them.â
âA sure sign weâre close,â Eieb said, speaking very proper English, but slowly, lacing it with a Tonga accent. In his ranger rags, he resembled a black Dudley Do Right, save for the shoulder-length dreadlocks and the Garfield baseball cap, a thirtieth birthday gift from Wynne. He looked like a guy who would go out of his way to avoid stepping on a beetle, but Wynne had seen him wrestle a grown lion to the ground. Perhaps his deceiving appearance made him such a good ranger. Wynne usually worked alone, but when she needed backup, she chose Eieb.
He checked the compass on his watch, then glanced back at the vultures. âItâs close to where Aja said the meeting would go up.â
âThatâs down. Go down.â
âRight, down.â Eieb frowned at his attempt at American slang and seemed to file the word away for later use.
âIt looks like weâre about ten miles from the site.â Wynne swallowed hard and asked, âHow many elephants do you think theyâve killed?â
Eieb glanced through the windshield and narrowed his eyes. âI donât know, but Iâd say a lot by the amount of vultures.â
âI hate this part of the job. We work so hard to keep them alive, and in a few seconds theyâre destroyed.â
âYou feel responsible for all the animals we protect. Not good.â
âI canât help it. It only takes one personââ