Take It Down

His voice sounded gravelly, filled with craving as he stared at her from the shore.

“Are you stupid or just suicidal?” he asked.

“Neither.” She shot him a taunting grin.

“You have to be one or the other to walk into the jungle alone.”

“You managed to find me, Officer Edwards.”

“Special agent.”

Her smile grew.

He waded into the water and grasped her ankle. She thrashed and rolled.

“Let me go!”

“Not a chance.”

With his free hand he reached down to grab her arm. Instead, he got a palmful of silk-covered breast.

She stilled. Her face was blank, but her eyes burned as she watched him. They’d both been fighting this for days.

His lips pulled down into a frown. “We probably shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” she whispered.

Dear Reader,

I have to admit that the ideas for my ISLAND NIGHTS trilogy didn’t exactly come in order. In fact, Elle in Take It Down appeared to me first and really sparked off the entire series.

Sometimes characters just take over, and that was the case with my little firecracker. Elle is daring and impulsive, and I had so much fun finding her an equally strong hero in Zane—a man who could not only go toe-to-toe with her, but also balance out that impetuous nature.

Elle first appeared in my head breaking in to hotel rooms, although she was quick to point out that she didn’t actually take anything. That brought up so many questions. What was she looking for? Why hotel rooms? And who would be the worst possible man for her to fall for in the middle of all this? The rest of the story just sort of snowballed from there.

I had so much fun writing Elle and Zane’s story. They struck sparks off each other from the first moment and it was a joy to put them into precarious situations that fought against their idea of what they should/could want.

I hope you enjoy Take It Down as much as I do! I’d love to hear what you think. You can contact me at [email protected] or visit me at www.KiraSinclair.com.

Best wishes,

Kira Sinclair

When not working as an office manager for a project management firm or juggling plot lines, KIRA SINCLAIR spends her time on a small farm in north Alabama with her wonderful husband, two amazing daughters and a menagerie of animals. It’s amazing to see how this self-proclaimed city girl has (or has not, depending on who you ask) adapted to country life. Kira enjoys hearing from her readers at her website, www.kirasinclair.com. Or stop by writingplayground.blogspot.com and join in the fight to stop the acquisition of an alpaca.

Kira Sinclair

www.millsandboon.co.uk

I’d like to dedicate this book to three strong, savvy

and supportive women—Vicki Lewis Thompson, Rhonda Nelson and Andrea Laurence. You guys are not only a font of information, but also a well of support that I’m so lucky to have in my life. I couldn’t do this without y’all!

“WHY THE HELL ARE THESE people in my bedroom?”

Zane Edwards leaned back into a dark corner—the only spot in the place that wasn’t buzzing with activity—and prepared for an excellent show. Between the photographer shouting instructions, his assistants moving furniture, light stands and anything else that got in their way, and Marcy constantly flipping through a clipboard of papers she hugged to her chest like a lifeline, the normally large space suddenly felt pretty small.

And Simon Reeves, his boss and longtime friend, was about to make it smaller.

Even from his melt-into-the-background location, Zane could see Marcy, the resort’s manager, grind her teeth. Her skin paled before flushing an angry pink. Oh, goody, the fireworks were about to start. Up until now, his day had been pretty damn boring.

Marcy had asked him to shadow the production team there to take marketing and publicity photographs. Not exciting, although not much about his job as head of security for Escape, an adults-only Caribbean resort on Île du Coeur—an island just off the coast of St. Lucia—was.

He knew how important this shoot was to Marcy, though, so he’d do his part. She needed these photographs for a magazine ad campaign, and the deadline was fast approaching. They’d intended to feature a couple, but the pair they’d had an agreement with backed out at the last minute—after the photographs had already been taken.

The couple, Colt and Lena, had paid for the photographs and compensated the resort for the cost of production, so Escape wasn’t out any money. But they’d definitely lost time. Marcy’d had to regroup and brainstorm an entirely new concept, since she didn’t have time to hire more talent.

Apparently, Simon had forgotten he’d given Marcy permission to shoot in his private space. Not unusual when the man had his nose buried in that computer—which was always.

With a cutting tone of voice that reminded Zane of his high school calculus teacher, Marcy said, “This marketing campaign is going to bring us the kind of exposure that draws guests, Simon.”