The Bodyguard PDF
Preview The Bodyguard
The Bodyguard by Cherry Adair, Gena Showalter, Lorie O'Clare THE BODYGUARD Cherry Adair Gena Showalter Lorie O'Clare St. Martin's Paperbacks The Bodyguard NOTE: If you purchased this book without a cover you should be aware that this book is stolen property. It was reported as “unsold and destroyed” to the publisher, and neither the author nor the publisher has received any payment for this “stripped book.” This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. “Temptation on Ice” copyright (c) 2010 by Cherry Adair. “Temptation in Shadows” copyright (c) 2010 by Gena Showalter. “Hunting Temptation” copyright (c) 2010 by Lorie O'Clare. Cover illustration by Craig White Photograph of dark alley (c) Denis Tangney Jr / Getty Images Photograph of man (c) Shirley Green All rights reserved. For information address St. Martin's Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10010. ISBN: 978-0-312-94323-3 Printed in the United States of America St. Martin's Paperbacks edition / July 2010 St. Martin's Paperbacks are published by St. Martin's Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10010. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 The Bodyguard CONTENTS “ Temptation on Ice ” by Cherry Adair “ Temptation in Shadows ” by Gena Showalter “ Hunting Temptation ” by Lorie O'Clare The Bodyguard TEMPTATION ON ICE Cherry Adair The Bodyguard Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen The Bodyguard CHAPTER ONE Decommissioned Soviet Submarine Base #15 Arctic Ocean 90 00 N, 0 00 E Invisible, Sebastian Tremayne and fellow T-FLAC operative Anatoly Cohen silently followed the three physicists, two male, one female, down the long, dimly lit corridor of Decommissioned Soviet Submarine Base #15. The casual conversation of the targets wasn't relevant and Sebastian tuned it out. Half of him prayed the woman wasn't who he'd been told she was. The other half felt a surge of hope. The question was, what should he hope for? He looked at her and the question became instantly moot. Her glossy chestnut hair was longer than it'd been the last time he'd seen her. But the color, even in the crappy lighting, was instantly recognizable. For a second he remembered the heavy, silken weight of it as he'd held her head in his palm and brought his mouth down on hers. Her hair had draped like a spill of satin over his fingers. Sebastian remembered the feel of her slender body pressed against him. He imagined he smelled the heady fragrance of night-blooming jasmine as the heat of her wrapped about him. The smell of meat cooking on the grill outside, the sound of glasses clinking and people laughing, faded to nothing. For a few incredible minutes, standing there in a back hallway of his best friend's house, holding his best friend's fiance, Sebastian had felt an aching yearning that had gone miles beyond sexual desire. He walked a different hallway now. Cold, dim, and smelling of mold. This hallway was far more dangerous than being caught kissing another man's woman. Turn around, sweetheart, he thought, angry with himself as well as with her. Let me see those big, beautiful lying brown eyes.
The list of books you might like
