DEA agent Eve Taylor has had her fill of alpha males. When Resolutions’ operative and former lover, Dillon “Mac” McKenna, threatened her hard-earned independence, she ran. On a mission to gather evidence against a Colombian drug-lord, Eve discovers the drug-lord is helping terrorists plan an attack on American soil. Before she can escape with the vital information, she’s captured and comes face to face with her mortality…
As a teen, Mac watched his family fall apart after his mother died doing dangerous U.N. work. The possibility of losing Eve to a mission ignited an overwhelming need to protect her. When he forced her to choose him or her job, she walked away. Two years later, it seems all his nightmares have come true and he’s tasked with rescuing her from a Colombian prison. Mac has never stopped loving Eve, but does he dare risk his heart when he’s so terrified of losing…
On the run, Mac and Eve must learn to trust each other again in order to stay alive.
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Mac opened the door, but positioned his body to block Rex from entering.
“You get five minutes, Brewer. Then I want you out.”
“You’ve got no right to issue orders, McKenna. Step aside.”
Towering above Rex, Mac didn’t budge.
“Come on, McKenna, don’t be an ass.”
Before he showed Rex exactly how much of an ass he could be, Cade stepped between them.
“Hey, partner, he’s gonna see Eve eventually. Move and let him in. The sooner he sees her, the sooner he’s on his way back home, and out of our hair.”
Mac looked at Eve. A full grimace replaced her half-smirk. Her eyes were all but pleading with his. Damn. He let Rex in.
“Don’t forget, Brewer, five minutes.” Mac tapped the face of his watch. “Starting now.”
Cade silently left the room. Mac stepped to a corner, stood with his feet firmly planted, and crossed his arms.
Rex moved to Eve’s bed and looked over his shoulder at Mac, suspicion etching his features. “How about some privacy here?”
“No f**king way, Brewer. You’re wasting your five minutes…nope, make that four minutes, thirty-two seconds.”
Unable to refuse her, he gave in. “I’m right outside the door if you need me.”
He zeroed in on Rex. “I’m watching the clock.” For good measure, he added, “And you.”
Mac stomped from the room, deliberately leaving the door open. Cade, standing in the hall, grinned and shook his head.
“That little show of manliness make you feel better?”
Teri Riggs was destined to be a writer. As a small girl she didn’t read bedtime stories, she made up her own. Who needed Little Red Riding Hood or The Three Little Pigs when there were so many great tales bouncing around in her head? When she grew up and became a mother to three little girls, she continued the tradition of making up bedtime stories. On the occasions she chose to tell conventional fairytales, Teri usually gave them a bit of tweaking here and there or added a new ending. Her girls loved it.
After her daughters had the nerve to actually grow up and leave home, Teri discovered she had a passion for writing and jumped right in. It came as no surprise she chose to write mysteries and happily-ever-after’s since that’s the genres she loves to read.
Teri lives in Marietta, Georgia with her husband, one of her daughters and two dogs that seem to think they rule the world. And some days Teri thinks maybe they do.
Teri still frequently tells herself stories as she falls asleep. The only difference now is she wakes up the next morning and turns her bedtime stories into books.
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