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LORI FOSTER
âFoster writes smart, sexy, engaging characters.â
âNew York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan
âKnown for her funny, sexy writing.â
âBooklist
âFosterâs latest is pure entertainment and a joy to read.â
âRT Book Reviews on Back in Black
âFoster outwrites most of her peers.â
âLibrary Journal
âIntense, edgy and hot. Lori Foster delivers
everything youâre looking for in a romance.â
âNew York Times bestselling author Jayne Ann Krentz
on Hard to Handle
âLori Foster delivers the goods.â
âPublishers Weekly
âTension, temptation, hot action
and hotter romanceâLori Foster has it all! Hard to Handle is a knockout!â
âNew York Times bestselling author Elizabeth Lowell
Dear Reader,
Iâm pleased to give you Savor the Danger, book three of my new series of über-alpha hunks featuring private mercenaries who are big, capable, a little dangerous and (I hope) oh-so-sexy. If you read the first two books, When You Dare and Trace of Fever, then you already know why I call them my men who âwalk the edge of honor.â
Please noteâeach of the three books is a stand-alone, so they do not need to be read in order. You will meet characters from the previous books, but the relationships are briefly explained so that the books are independent. My novella in the anthology The Guy Next Door got things started by introducing you to characters related to the heroine of When You Dare.
To see more about the books, including how theyâre related and more on the characters, visit my website at www.LoriFoster.com and feel free to chat with me on my Facebook fan pageâwww.facebook.com/pages/Lori-Foster/233405457965.
Iâm very excited about these books, so I hope you enjoy them! Do let me know. My email is on my website.
WAKEFULNESS BROUGHT a crescendo beat of pain piercing his brain. He tried to swallow, but the desert at high noon couldnât be as dry as his mouth.
What the hell was going on?
Disoriented, in agony, Jackson Savor got one eye open.
The source of his sharpest pain was a blinding ray of Kentuckyâs morning sunshine slicing through the part in his bedroom curtains.
His curtains. So he was in his own apartment.
With one question answered, he closed his eye again and struggled to take inventory.
Had he been captured? Tortured?
Slowly, very slowly, he moved his right hand. His arm felt like lead, but he lifted it.
Sluggish, a little weak, but not bound, thank God.
He tried to move his left hand and realized that something warm and soft kept him pinned in place. He inhaledâ¦and recognized the enticing, undeniable scent of woman.
Oh, shit.
Staying very still to avoid alerting anyone to his cognizance, Jackson opened his hand andâ¦felt.
He didnât need a clear head or his vision to know he palmed a very sweet female backside.
Huh.
The body beside him stirred. A slim, smooth leg came over his, gliding up and over his crotch. Inside he jolted, but outside he stayed perfectly still.
A woman purred, âYouâre awake?â
Both eyes shot open with recognition. He snapped his head around so fast that pain nearly blinded him.
The knee resting over his dick shifted as the woman readjusted to better see him. âIs something wrong?â Shit, shit, shit. Carefully, his eyelids scraping like sandpaper, Jackson peered to his side and found none other than Alani Rivers. Sleepy, warm, soft. She watched him with sated, golden brown eyes, her pale hair spread out around herâon his pillows.
She had the unmistakable look of a woman whoâd spent a satisfying night doing the nasty. With him?
Though no words came from his parched throat, the hand on her ass contracted. Yeah, so his brain wasnât quite workingâhis instincts were fine and dandy.
Blushing, Alani ducked her face and rose up to an elbow.
The sheet pulled to her waist, giving him an up close and personal view of her really beautiful breasts and rosy nipples.
His thoughts cramped. So did his balls.
âSo quiet this morning,â she murmured as she bent and kissed his mouth. âEspecially after last night.â Meaningâ¦what? Had they been noisy? Had he been chatty?