BLURB:
A pilot who is also part of an aerobatic team,
Chantelle Duvall is used to taking risks. And the enigmatic David Bishop, her
partner's brother, is a risk she can't resist. But as things heat up between
them, Chantelle learns David isn't who he seems.
Undercover counterterrorism agent David Bishop,
a.k.a., Falcon, relies on secrets and lies to keep him alive. With his final
mission underway, a mission to expose a double agent who's closer than David
ever suspected, love is a weakness he can't afford.
On both England and France's soil, Chantelle and
David will discover a passion greater than they've ever known, but with one
more betrayal still to come, will it be enough?
EXCERPT:
“Why you …” David grabbed Danny by the
lapels of his jacket, nearly lifting him off the ground.
“Stop it, you two!” Chantelle screamed.
The two men stared back at each other,
Danny’s top lip curling up at the edges as he sensed David’s hesitation.
Chantelle had risen off the chair, her weight balanced awkwardly on one foot,
her hand reaching forward to touch David’s shoulder. For a moment, it seemed to
have calmed him, but his narrow glare remained fixed on Danny’s face.
“Go on, throw a punch,” Danny taunted.
“You’re just like him; you settle everything with your fists. Only you were
never around to see it, were you?
“You’d believe anything she told you.”
“I was there, remember? You weren’t.”
This was no longer about the plane or the
scene Danny had walked in on. This went far deeper, the two of them locked in
an emotional battle from the past. All Chantelle could do was stand back and
watch, fearful that one word could trigger David into striking Danny.
Danny’s gaze shifted to Chantelle as she
leaned against David for support, the gesture revealing the intimacy between
them.
“You surprise me. I always thought you
had class the way you brushed off men who tried to get into your knickers at
every opportunity. I’ve seen them hit on you at shows and in the bars
afterward, but you were never interested. It even crossed my mind you might be
gay. How wrong can I bloody be? He comes along and you’re dropping your
knickers like all the rest and lying to me like a bloody tramp.”
There was a deadly thud as David’s fist
cracked into Danny’s chin, the force sending him reeling back, Chantelle’s
scream going with him.
A deathly silence followed. The force
wasn’t hard enough to knock Danny off his feet, but he was staggering, blood
trickling from his lip as his hand came up to check that his jaw was still
intact. Taking a white handkerchief out of his pocket, he dabbed the corner of
his mouth and stared back at the blood on it.
Chantelle started hobbling towards him.
“Don’t come any nearer,” he growled
hoarsely at her. “I should be thankful. I know my brother can hit much harder
than that. His hands are trained to kill, isn’t that right? Or hasn’t he told
you how he makes a living? Mercenaries, isn’t that what they call you lot? Only
I have my own name for them: hired killers. I can see by your face you had no
idea.”
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