Savor the Danger

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Product Description She may be aloof, and more pretty than gorgeous, but Alani Rivers is the kind of woman a hot-blooded mercenary can[HTML_REMOVED]t forget, no matter how hard he tries. So when Jackson Savor wakes up next to the naked, sleeping beauty—with no memory of what happened— he knows he[HTML_REMOVED]s been drugged…even if Alani doesn[HTML_REMOVED]t. After she was kidnapped, Alani vowed never to trust another man again. Still, something about this strong, sexy hero with the tender touch makes her want to believe him. As Jackson hunts down a mysterious intruder, he swears he[HTML_REMOVED]ll move heaven and earth to keep Alani safe. But what really happened that night? And will the truth bring them closer than they ever thought possible—or put Alani squarely in harm[HTML_REMOVED]s way again? Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Wakefulness brought a crescendo beat of pain piercing his brain. He tried to swallow, but the desert at high noon couldn[HTML_REMOVED]t 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 Kentucky[HTML_REMOVED]s 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 inhaled…and recognized the enticing, undeniable scent of woman. Oh, shit. Staying very still to avoid alerting anyone to his cognizance, Jackson opened his hand and.felt. He didn[HTML_REMOVED]t 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, "You[HTML_REMOVED]re awake?" 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. "Is something wrong?" 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 her—on his pillows. She had the unmistakable look of a woman who[HTML_REMOVED]d 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 wasn[HTML_REMOVED]t quite working—his 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. "So quiet this morning," she murmured as she bent and kissed his mouth. "Especially after last night." Meaning… what? Had they been noisy? Had he been chatty? She chewed her bottom lip. "Are you feeling as shy as I am about the things we did?" Shy? Never. What the hell had they done ? He tried to sort it out, but beyond the pain and the confusion was the mind-boggling fact that he had Alani Rivers in his bed. Naked. Affectionate. Replete. And he didn[HTML_REMOVED]t know how any of it had happened. Acid crawled around his guts and squirreled up his throat, making his stomach pitch. Groaning, he threw back the covers. Didn[HTML_REMOVED]t matter if his head fell off, he would not puke in front of her. In only a few long strides, he made it to the connecting bathroom where he dropped to his knees in front of the john in just the nick of time. He felt vile. Worse than that even. What the hell had happ