"...your body tenses, you stop breathing and
you just can't read fast enough."
"… you just can't read fast enough. Dianna Love has done it again, a must read." ~~ Goodreads
After he broke her heart, he's the last man she'll trust but the only one who can save her.
In this second-chance romantic adventure, Dingo Paddock walked away from rare items recovery specialist Valene Eklund seven years ago to protect her from a deadly organization, but the woman can’t stay out of trouble. She hasn’t forgiven Dingo for breaking her heart when he disappeared without a word. The last thing independent Valene will allow is for him to interfere with her new client whose contract will dig her out of financial ruin. She’s lucked into a deal that only comes along once, but Dingo believes the price is too high – her life. Now the organization he destroyed to keep her safe has returned to exact vengeance on Dingo. What is the value of hurting the woman Dingo would walk through fire for? Priceless. If Dingo and Valene can't overcome their past and learn to trust again, multiple assassinations will ignite the fuse to an international conflict. They can't save the world until they figure out how to save each other first.
"Great story, lots of action, story flows seamlessly. Love all the Slye books. Can't wait for Fatal Promise!" ~~ Goodreads
"I could not put this book down...Once again Dianna has thrilled my suspense taste buds…” ~~After Hours Rendezvous
Dingo Paddock kept his head down and his shoulders stooped as he swiped a threadbare sleeve across the sweat running into his eyes. Nighttime heat turned the layers of too-large, secondhand clothes into a furnace, but he’d chosen them as camo, as well as for mobility in a fight. The layers lent him the appearance of the homeless who wore everything they owned.
Plus, the clothes concealed a Chris Reeve knife, ankle-holstered Glock 42, and a Sig Sauer 226 9mm in a shoulder holster.
Atlanta sometimes suffered a brittle cold night this late in June, but not this year. The temps had shot up over ninety earlier in the day.
Being armed to the teeth trumped comfort tonight.
Meeting a snitch wasn’t out of the norm for anyone who lived in the shadows of intelligence work like Dingo, but meeting with this particular snitch tonight ... it shouldn’t happen.
Coming out of hiding lowered this snitch’s life expectancy to zero, and hinted that Dingo might have made a mistake the last time they met. Six years ago.
If he had, the fallout would be bloody.
Something was up. He’d used his electronics skills to search for any reason this snitch would return, but there was nothing.
Because there was supposed to be nothing–and no one left–from back then.
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