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Nauti Dreams |
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Copyright, Lora Leigh |
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All Rights Reserved |
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0425219518
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Note: Lora Leigh's Books are intended
for those readers 18 years old or older. |
Excerpt:
Fear flashed for just as second as he unfolded the light silver
backed blanket and pulled it over their heads, tucking it in
carefully around them. So much as a foot sticking out from beneath
it would allow any heat seeking equipment to pick them up.
He had no idea what that helicopter was packing and he wasn't taking
any chances.
He was wrapped around her like a possessive lover now, and he could
feel her fear as easily as he could feel the heat building beneath
the blanket.
"You know, if I was back home, the ladies would be cooing to be here
with me," he pointed out to her as he smiled against her head. "They
like my hard body. They think I'm sexy."
A nervous laugh parted her lips as he rested his cheek against her
hair.
"I can't see if you're sexy," she reminded him, and he hated that
quiver in her voice.
"Oh, you're missin' out," he sighed pitifully, his voice whisper
soft. "I'm damned fine, Chay. Green eyes and dark skin. I got hard
abs. Black hair. The women drool over me."
He smiled, listened careful and was thankfully to feel a small
measure of the fear ease from her. He didn't consider himself
particularly handsome, but he knew what the ladies said. He had to
distract her though, and this was all that mattered.
"Conceited too." Her hands were clenched tight around his lower
arms, broken nails digging into his flesh.
"Hell yeah I am. I'm spoiled as hell too."
"So what are you doing here?"
"Playing? Escaping the marriage market?" He held her closer as the
sound of the helicopter hovering over head had her shuddering
against him. The camouflaged top of the blanket added to the dead
brush secured to the narrow timbers above them would hide them from
sight. He had a moment to worry about Faisal, then pushed it away.
If they were caught, they were probably dead anyway, despite the
extraction team that he knew would be barreling their way to him.
He had pictures, layouts, troop movements and hidden terrorist
bases. He'd been out in bum-fucked-nowhere for six weeks now after
completing the primary mission he had been sent on to aid in the
extraction of another captured agent.
That agent had been rescued. So why hadn't a team been sent out for
this one?
"They're getting closer." Her voice was a breath of terror.
"No worries baby. By nightfall, we're going to be safe and sound and
celebrating with some homemade shine I'm saving just for the end of
this mission. I'll get you drunk and seduce you."
"Seduce me?"
"Oh yeah." He held her closer.
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