Risk It All
Trapped in the crosshairs, one couple faces a deadly mission…and a dangerous passionWhen a routine case goes bad, private investigator Brooke Rogers is seconds away from death. Until Jared Nash comes to her rescue. The rogue FBI agent is tracking his estranged missing brother when it leads him to the ruthless Russian mobster Brooke's stumbled upon. Now in the arms of her sexy protector, Brooke is on the run for her life…The woman who thinks herself unlovable has awakened desires in Jared he buried long ago. Nothing can deny their passion. But when the firepower of the mob rains down on them, Jared must choose: follow his duty and save his brother…or follow his heart and save his woman.
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Trapped in the crosshairs, one couple faces a deadly missionâ¦and a dangerous passion
When a routine case goes bad, private investigator Brooke Rogers is seconds away from death. Until Jared Nash comes to her rescue. The rogue FBI agent is tracking his estranged missing brother when it leads him to the ruthless Russian mobster Brookeâs stumbled upon. Now in the arms of her sexy protector, Brooke is on the run for her lifeâ¦
The woman who thinks herself unlovable has awakened desires in Jared he buried long ago. Nothing can deny their passion. But when the firepower of the mob rains down on them, Jared must choose: follow his duty and save his brotherâ¦or follow his heart and save his woman.
Her breathing grew shallowâ¦
She was light-headed, on the verge of blacking out. Could a person suffocate from fear?
âBrooke, nothing bad is going to happen to you.â His fingers curled around her wrist. His touch was light. Gentle. Soothing. âI wonât let anybody hurt you.â
She used to be the one to reassure victims. Now the tables had turned. If only she could go back in time, sheâd change the event that had changed her. But that was impossible. Now she could only hold it together until the panic subsided.
Jared stroked her hand. Up close, his jaw looked wider and his lips fuller. She wondered how theyâd feel pressed against hers. Would his kisses be slow, deep, thrillingâ
âWhat are you thinking?â he asked.
Heat flooded her cheeks. She couldnât tell him that she was thinking about kissing him. Not when her worst nightmare had come true. Not when someone was out to kill herâ¦
Have you ever been in the wrong place at the wrong time?
That idea, pushed to its extreme, fired up my imagination and inspired me to write Risk It All.
Brooke Rogers has a new career as a private investigator. The past she wants to forget has left her with trust issues and nightmares, but at least sheâs alive. Then she unknowingly sets foot on property owned by a mafia boss and is captured. Fortunately for Brooke, FBI agent Jared Nash is working undercover nearby and his conscience wonât allow him to leave the gorgeous blonde in harmâs way. After he rescues her, he has no desire to let her go. Sheâs smart and feisty but also surprisingly vulnerable, and he is attracted to her far more than he should be. Jared accepts her offer to help him search for his missing brother, partly to keep her close and safe. He can tell some past event still haunts her, and the only way to gain her trust and unleash her passion is to reveal deeply personal experiences of his own.
I hope you enjoy Jared and Brookeâs story of danger and passion.
Anna Perrin
ANNA PERRIN grew up reading romances and thrillers, so itâs no surprise she loves creating romantic suspense stories. She is a two-time Romance Writers of America Golden Heart Award winner, has a bachelorâs degree in business administration and lives west of Toronto. Her favorite pastimes are spending time with her two terrific daughters and enjoying the crazy antics of her many pets.
To Hayley and Julie, my amazing daughters I feel so lucky and proud to be your mom
To Patience Bloom, editor extraordinaire Your encouragement and suggestions are truly appreciated
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FBI special agent Jared Nash shut off the industrial-grade mower heâd been using on the grounds surrounding the Sidorov mansion. Sweat trickled under his sunglasses while he scanned the sprawling front yard, the dense hedges bordering the property and the quiet residential street beyond. Nothing. No overt signs of trouble at all.
He blew out a frustrated breath. Two and a half long days of staking out former Russian mob boss Dmitry Sidorov in Langeville, a small city east of Columbus, had worn on his nerves. A year ago Sidorov had left Brighton Beach, the Russian mobâs unofficial headquarters in the United States, after he had barely survived a spray of bullets. Since then heâd been living a quiet life, no longer involved in anything criminal, at least according to the organized-crime branch of the FBI. But Jaredâs younger brother, Steve, had mentioned Sidorov despised him right before he had gone missing. Steveâs connection to the former mobster was a mystery and the only lead Jared had, so heâd gone undercover to check out Sidorov.
He hefted the mower and dumped it into the open bed of the battered Green Thumb pickup. The truck and equipment, as well as the T-shirt he wore, were courtesy of a local gardening company whose grizzled veteran owner had been more than willing to cooperate, no questions asked, with a federal agent.
Parked next to the truck, a silver Lexus sedan gleamed in the midday sun. Jared had already taken a good look at its briefcase-carrying owner and memorized the license plate so he could check up on Sidorovâs visitor later.
