by Colleen Shannon
GENRE: Romantic Suspense
Being a Texas Ranger is Zach Travis’s destiny. But war-weary Zach didn’t come home to Texas to take on his father’s legacy, only to heal his emotional scars…until his family’s compound is invaded by an enemy as brazen as she is beautiful. Not only does Hana Nakatomi seem willing to risk everything for the sake of her own birthright, she could be tied to the organized crime syndicate responsible for the murder of a Ranger. Yet, from the first moment Zach has the alluring thief in his grasp, he can’t deny the pulsing attraction between them….
It’s Zach’s duty to bring Hana in for questioning. But he has his own ideas about how to capitalize on her street smarts and martial arts skills. Even as sparks fly during their pursuit of a common enemy, Zach is never sure if Hana is his ally—or his worst nightmare. One thing’s for certain: she’s the first woman to breach the walls of his battered heart….
“Who the hell are you and what do you want?” the man growled.
Hana was mute, staring up. She knew who this was: the reluctant scion of the family, Zachary William Barrett Travis the gazillionth or whatever it was. She’d seen his picture in her research. He’d upset his entire family by wandering all over the world, then joining the Army Rangers for eight years, then wandering again. He’d refused to take up his family responsibilities, reportedly to the extreme frustration of his father, who, according to the maid who’d given her firsthand knowledge of the family, wanted Zach to join the Texas Rangers.
She’d made a mental note of how handsome he was the first time she Googled his image, but a static photo couldn’t do his vitality justice. His hair was tousled from the nightmare she’d seen him thrashing in as she slipped past his bed. His chiseled features, with that perfect cleft chin that held true generation through generation in the Travis family, reminded her a bit of Brad Pitt in the movie Troy, one of her favorites with its warrior ethos and battles to the death . . .
Hana kept her black gaze steady on his upper half, but in her peripheral vision she noted one of his snaps had slipped open.
“Start talking or I’m calling the police.” He pulled her a bit closer as his gaze scanned the study, looking for open cases or signs of theft, she knew.
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By Jannine Gallant
GENRE: Romantic Suspense
When Griff Wilde receives a letter from a dead man sending him on a race to find a mysterious treasure, he’s not worried about the competition. After all, salvaging sunken treasure is what he was born to do. But the riddles leading to the clues are a little trickier than he anticipated . . .
Ainslee Fontaine is ready for a change. A cross-country scavenger hunt sounds like a piece of cake after teaching in New York City. How hard could it be? For starters, travelling alone seems to have its hidden dangers, like real-life treasure hunters who ignite her deepest passions. But there’s still a hidden prize to find—unless someone stops them by any means necessary . . .
“1692.” Her murmured response was barely audible.
Twitching moustache turned Griff’s way. “And yours?”
The clerk unlocked a cabinet door and pulled down two keys. After he’d opened the first numbered compartment with Ainslee’s key and removed a long box from the wall, he directed her into a cubicle. Returning, he held out his hand. Griff slapped the key into his palm then followed the man and the box he retrieved to a second cubicle. Once he was alone, Griff flipped open the lid. A square card with the nearly illegible writing he’d come to despise rested inside the box along with the label off a tequila bottle? What the hell was that about? Not just any tequila, either.
He recognized the brand. This one was expensive. Taking the card and label, he left the empty container on the table, grabbed his bag off the floor and headed out of the cubicle past the clerk toward the exit.
When Ainslee rushed past the teller, he raised a hand. “Miss, wait!”
Ainslee’s sandals tapped against the marble tile as she hurried across the lobby behind Griff. He pushed through the entrance doors and into a wave of damp heat then turned to face her.
“Shall we go get something to eat while we hash out the clue? I skipped lunch.”
Her eyes widened. “Clue? I don’t know what—”
“At this point, it seems silly to pretend we aren’t both after the same thing.”
She waved the card still clutched in her hand. It looked just like the one he’d shoved in his pocket.
“Exactly. We’re competitors not allies.”
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