Praise forNew York TimesandUSA TODAYbestselling author Lori Foster
âFoster writes smart, sexy, engaging characters.â
âNew York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan
âKnown for her funny, sexy writingâ
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 Readers,
Iâm pleased to give you Trace of Fever, book two 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 book, When You Dare, then you already know why I call them my men who âwalk the edge of honor.â
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. Next out is Savor the Danger.
To see more about the books, visit my website at www.lorifoster.com. And feel free to chat with me on my Facebook fanpageâwww.facebook.com/pages/ Lori-Foster/233405457965.
Iâm very excited about this new series, and I hope you will be, too!
To the Animal Adoption Foundation, a no-kill animal shelter in Hamilton, Ohio.
The AAF does remarkable work for animals. Liger, one of the cats that my son adopted from the shelter, is featured in the book. If it wasnât for the AAF, a truly beautiful, lovable, BIG cat might not be a part of our family now.
The AAF will always be one of my âpet projectsâ whenever I do fundraising.
To learn more, visit www.AAFPETS.com.
Lori
ARMS CROSSED AND HIS shoulder propped against the wall outside the elaborate, corner high-rise office, Trace Rivers considered his options. Having an inside source would shorten his job. As a pseudobodyguard, he hadnât been given the opportunity to uncover shit yet, and he was getting antsy. But if he could turn someone who was privy to the info he needed, then heâd get somewhere.
Murray Coburn was dirty. Trace knew it. Hell, a lot of people knew it. But they couldnât or wouldnât touch the bastard without rock-solid evidence. The legal system had failed.
Trace would find the evidence eventually, though, and then heâd mete out his own form of justice.
Until then he had to contend with the odd assortment of disreputable punks and bullies working for Murray.
He also had to contend with Helene Schumer, better known as Hellâa name that suited her well. She never missed an opportunity to grope him, to boss him, to make his job more trying than necessary. But as Murrayâs current paramour, Hell had privileges denied to others.
If Murray uncovered her perfidy, heâd kill her without remorse. That thought didnât bother Trace at all, but Murray would also lose trust in him, and that couldnât happen.
The unsavory idea of using Hell didnât sit well with Trace, but it would be expedient, especially since the lady acted like a nymphomaniac around him.
As she approached now, her intent obvious in the slanting of her eyes and the curve of her painted mouth, Trace did his utmost to ignore her. Luckily he was saved from her assault when the timid receptionist, Alice, approached with a message.
Using the name heâd given for this cover, she said, âMr. Miller?â
Trace kept his gaze on Hell, but replied, âWhat is it?â
âThereâs a woman downstairs asking to see Mr. Coburn. Your presence is requested to see what she wants.â
In theatrical fanfare, Hell paused with her feet braced apart, her hands on her rounded hips, her chin at a haughty angle. âA woman? Who the hell is she?â
The receptionist ducked her head. âNo idea, maâam.â
âTell them to keep the woman there until I arrive.â Though he could have communicated directly with the staff downstairs, Trace dismissed the young woman to do the chore, to remove her from Hellâs wrath. Hellâs viciousness was one of the things Murray seemed to enjoy most about her, so he never required her to curb her more cutthroat tendency of mauling the messenger.
âI donât want another woman seeing Murray.â
Vicious and territorial. Of course, she had to know that Murray screwed anything in a skirt, with and without consent.
âHeâs out anyway.â The bastard had left two hours ago, and though heâd been favoring Trace as his personal protection, this time heâd taken another man with him.
âFind out who she is and report back to me.â
âI donât think so.â Everyone in the organization feared Hell, almost as much as they feared Murray. Except for Trace; he felt only contemptâfor them both.
And maybe that accounted for Hellâs constant pursuit, and Murrayâs apparent regard.