Dangerous Passions: 12 Tales of Contemporary Sexy Hot Alpha Heroes
Publication date: March 3rd 2015
Genres: Adult, Romance
Dangerous Passions: 12 Tales
of Contemporary Sexy Hot Alpha Heroes — Cops, Navy SEALs, Marines,
Military, FBI Agents, Secret Agents, Police Captains, Spies, and More
A romance multi-author box set and romantic suspense collections and
anthologies of action and adventure, contemporary romance, military
romance, romantic thriller, and sexy romance.
11 by Kylie Brant, National Bestselling Author: Five years after
escaping from The Collector Mia Deleon stops hiding and teams up with
security expert Jude Bishop to track her former captor. Jude’s efforts
to help Mia are complicated by the growing attraction between them.
Because their race to trail the sexual sadist brings Mia ever closer to
the man determined to see his collection finally complete….
DANGEROUS CURVES by Nina Bruhns, New York Times Bestselling Author: A
spec ops transporter for STORM Corps takes on drones, bad guys, and car
chases on the coast of Italy—and falls for a beautiful scientist whose
curves are far more dangerous than the road!
IN TOO DEEP by Opal Carew, New York Times Bestselling Author: Angel
has been deep undercover in the mob for far too long. Four years ago,
she was forced to betray the only man she ever loved. He barely got away
with his life, and now he hates her. Too bad they’ve been partnered to
work together. As man and wife.
SEAL’S EMBRACE by Elle James, New York Times Bestselling Author:
Injured Navy SEAL and the critical care nurse he’s attempting to woo
join forces to stop a terrorist attack at a military hospital in
Germany.
BRIDGER’S LAST STAND by Linda Winstead Jones, New York Times
Bestselling Author: When a one night stand makes Frannie a witness to
murder and puts her in danger, Detective Malcolm Bridger refuses to let
her out of his sight until the murderer is caught.
FLASH FIRE by Elle Kennedy, USA Today Bestselling Author: Navy SEAL
Cash McCoy knows all about danger, but when it comes to the love of his
life, this alpha soldier does everything in his power to keep Jen Scott
happy and safe. When the tables are turned and Jen places herself in
harm’s way for her job, Cash must learn to trust the woman he loves…or
lose her forever.
INTO DANGER by Gennita Low, New York Times Bestselling Author: Navy
SEAL, Steve McMillan, has been pulled from his team to work with CIA’s
Task Force Two, where he’s assigned to deal with the “world’s most
glamorous assassin.” Marlena Maxwell proves to be as seductive and
dangerous as her reputation as the assignment becomes a game of cross
and double-cross. Into Danger is the winner of RT Book Reviews’ Best
Romantic Intrigue.
EMBATTLED HEARTS by J.M. Madden, New York Times Bestselling Author:
For the first time in years former Marine John Palmer has met a woman
that makes him feel like the man he used to be, before his catastrophic
injury. When a stalker threatens her, it’s his job to remove the threat.
Why does the possibility of having his heart destroyed scare him more
than taking on a killer?
DEATHTRAP by Dana Marton, New York Times Bestselling Author: The only
woman he could ever love, has a secret he could never forgive.
SHADOW OF THE HAWK by Julie Miller, USA Today Bestselling Author: A
Marine whose soul is tortured by his mystical abilities puts his
life—and heart—on the line to rescue a Plain Jane school teacher and her
students from an archaeological field trip gone horribly wrong.
IMPOSTER by Karen Fenech, USA Today Bestselling Author: Chemist Dr.
Eve Collins, wrongly accused by the CIA of developing a chemical weapon,
learns someone has set her up as a scapegoat. That “someone” wants her
dead.
held her hand and
kept a steadying arm around her. “Maybe we shouldn’t blow up the
jukebox
after all,” he
whispered.
Another selection
soon took the place of the slow love song, and the spell was broken.
Harsh
sounds filled the
bar, and Frannie jerked her head around to look at the jukebox.
“That’s it,” she
said, forgetting
Reese and her lost job. Bridger’s arms fell away. “What?” He
faced the jukebox
with her, his entire
body alert as he faced an unseen threat.
“That’s the
noise my car’s making.” A man with a reverberating deep voice was
repeating a
short phrase, quick,
choppy and harsh, the sound vibrating through tinny speakers. It
sounded
just like the engine
of her ancient Buick.
Bridger relaxed
visibly and led her back to the bar. “I don’t know a lot about
cars, but I’d say
that’s at least a
five-hundred-dollar noise.”
“That’s what I
was afraid of.”
They reclaimed their
stools, side by side. The place was uncomfortably empty without the
chattering women
they’d listened to all evening. Frannie played with what was left
of her drink.
It was melted,
unappetizing, and she’d had her limit, anyway. But she didn’t
want to leave. What
did she have waiting
for her at home? She loved her little house, but there was nothing—no
one—waiting for
her there. There were just messages from her mother and a little
harsh reality,
and she was in no
mood to face either at the moment.
An old man, the last
of the night’s crowd but for Bridger and Frannie, tossed a bill
onto the
table and weaved his
way to the door, waving over his shoulder to Benny.
“He’s not going
to drive, is he?” Frannie asked as she watched the man stumble,
check the
floor for a
nonexistent hazard, and move on.
“No,” Bridger
answered. “I’ve seen him around. He lives around the corner in
that old
department store
they converted into apartments a couple years back.”
“Last call,”
Benny said cheerfully, and they twirled around to face him as he
placed two fresh
drinks on the bar.
“This round’s on me.”
The jukebox was
silent at last. Benny was turning the chairs up on the tables that
were
scattered throughout
the room, preparing to sweep up and close for the night.
Frannie didn’t
want to go home. She played with the drink before her, stabbing at
the frozen
concoction with her
straw and drinking nothing, delaying the inevitable. Bridger was
gloomy
again, as miserable
as he had been when she’d first arrived and seen him sitting there
staring into
his drink. Maybe he
didn’t want to go home, either.
They hadn’t talked
about the shooting since he’d told her what happened, but it had to
be on
his mind. He’d
saved lives today, but he’d also taken one. That couldn’t be
easy. She glanced
again at the gun he
wore.
She liked Bridger
too much. It wasn’t just that he was pleasant to talk to, or that
he was a
great dancer. He had
a kind soul, and she’d known it after talking to him for five
minutes. She sat
beside a kind soul
in a six-foot-plus body, a guardian angel with a gun strapped to his
belt, a man
who could love a
woman and protect her from anything.
Two drinks and she
was hallucinating. “Good night, Detective Bridger,” she said, a
false
brightness in her
voice as she slid from the bar stool and put those ideas out of her
mind. “Thanks
for commiserating
with me.”
He mumbled something
that sounded like “any time,” but she couldn’t be sure.
“Good-night,
Benny,” she said without looking back. “I’m going to make a pit
stop and then
I’m headed for
home.”
She really didn’t
want to go home, back to the house that was small and yet too big for
one
person, back to the
messages from her mother that she would eventually have to answer,
back to
the reality that she
didn’t have a job anymore. She was at a crossroads, and she didn’t
know
where to go from
here.
When she came out of
the rest room, she was surprised to find Bridger waiting for her. He
was leaning against
the wall by the pay phone with his head down and his hands in his
pockets.
As the ladies’
room door swung closed, he lifted his head.
When his eyes
latched on to hers her heart skipped a beat. Malcolm Bridger had
cop’s eyes:
eyes that had seen
too much and never missed anything. How could eyes like that be
anything
but lonely?
“I can’t let you
drive home,” he said softly.
“I walked,” she
said quickly. “I wanted to show that good-for-nothing car of mine
that I didn’t
need it. My house
isn’t too far. I don’t think it took me twenty minutes to get
here.” Of course, it
had started raining
on her when she’d been halfway to Rick’s. Maybe walking hadn’t
been such a
good idea after all.
“I’ll drive
you,” he said, never moving from the spot where he’d planted his
feet. She had the
impression it was a
statement, not an offer.
She was treading on
very dangerous ground, and she knew it. She should play it safe,
brush
him off, call a cab,
maybe laugh at him for good measure. Frannie Vaughn did not make a
habit
of picking up
strangers in bars. She was a good girl, a cautious woman. Her mother
had taught
her well, by bad
example if not design.
So why did she have
the overwhelming desire to walk into Detective Bridger’s arms and
ask
him to hold her
tight?
Why did she want to
bury her face against his chest and breathe deeply once again?
Loneliness,
certainly. Lust, maybe. She wasn’t particularly well acquainted
with the latter.
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