At Brodie Operations Security Service, Inc., following your instincts is company policy . . .
M. Cassidy—Luke Brodie had heard the name before, some novice bounty hunter working Seattle, catching tricky skips with more success than a newcomer should expect. But the dark curls, sparkly top, and impressive cleavage were not what Brodie had pictured.
Emma Cassidy is tough and smart and sexy as hell. She’s also popping up a step ahead of him every time he’s close to the capture he wants most . . . and there’s no room for learning on the trail of this monster.
Emma has idolized Luke Brodie, the bounty hunter who can bring anyone in. The big man in the soft shoes, with a face like a fallen angel and a reputation for breaking hearts. Watching him in action is intoxicating. But her fight with Rudy Vance is fiercely personal. If he gets too close, Brodie will find out just how ferocious she can be . . .
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Luke crouched down in the deep grass twenty yards from the back door of the Polo Club. Seattle summers were cool, the high today only seventy, dropping into the fifties at night. A half moon shone overhead as he stretched out on his stomach and propped himself on his elbows to watch the back door. The mercury light lit the back porch and a portion of the lot. Luke figured on staying until the place closed down before he gave up and went home.
Waiting was a big part of the job, and he was good at it. He’d been a special ops soldier. If the mission required it, sometimes you waited for hours without moving a muscle. Luke hoped Emma didn’t fall asleep. He needed eyes on the front door as well as the back.
At the sound of an engine running, he turned to see a black Cadillac Escalade drive up behind the back door. The vehicle parked in one of the employee spaces and two men got out.
Adjusting his binoculars, Luke peered through the lens to confirm one of them was Felix Riggs. It was well after midnight. He figured Riggs would drink for a while, maybe con the buxom blonde out of a piece of ass. Though he had his doubts about that.
Thinking of the blonde made him think of Emma and how close she had come to disaster. She was pretty, with her thick dark curls and big doe eyes. Lately, he hadn’t had the slightest interest in the female sex, not until he’d watched petite Emma Cassidy take on that big behemoth, Ivan Dorell. He hadn’t felt a shot of lust like that in weeks, hell, longer than that.
It took balls to go into a rough joint like the Polo Club, big brass ones to go toe-to-toe with Ivan and his thugs. She’d stood up to Badger and his biker buddies, too.
It was a crazy thing to do. She had to be forty degrees off center to do something that dangerous. Hopefully, she’d figure out that hunting riff-raff like Digby and Riggs wasn’t worth the piddling fee paid for the capture of most bail skips. And the work was hard to come by. It was the big fish that paid big money, guys like Rudy Vance.
Riggs could be the key to finding Vance. Luke fixed his binoculars on the back door of the Polo Club.
Emma’s neck felt stiff and her eyes burned as she watched the entrance to the bar. If felt like hours since Luke had left. She hoped he hadn’t gone inside without her.
She tried to stretch in the passenger seat. After brawling with half the low-lifes in Seattle, she figured by morning she’d have bruises all over her body.
She rubbed the back of her neck, rubbed her eyes and sat up a little straighter in the seat. She didn’t want to fall asleep; she had a job to do. She wanted to talk to Riggs even more than Luke did.
Emma jerked upright at the sound of the door swinging open. Luke slid in behind the wheel.
“Riggs and his buddy just pulled out,” Luke said. The powerful engine fired up and he jammed the Bronco into gear. “I’m dropping you in the lot beside your car. Get in and lock the doors, then drive the hell home.”
As the Bronco lurched toward the parking lot, Emma snapped her seatbelt. “I’m not going home. I’m going with you.”
“The hell you are.”
“The hell I’m not.”
His mouth curved an instant before his frown fell back into place. He pulled up in the front lot behind her car, reached across and unsnapped her belt, then shoved open the car door. Emma forced herself to ignore the tingle as his arm brushed her breast.
“He’s in that big SUV, right?” Emma watch the red glow of taillights getting dimmer as the vehicle that had just pulled out of the lot drove off down the street. “If you don’t hurry, you’re going to lose him.”
Luke’s jaw clenched. “Goddammit!” He slammed her door, straightened behind the wheel, and jammed his foot down on the gas. The Bronco fishtailed and leaped forward. Thank God she’d snapped her belt back on or she would probably be halfway through the windshield.
“I swear, lady, you are a real pain in my ass.”
About the Author: New York Times bestselling author Kat Martin is a graduate of the University of California at Santa Barbara where she majored in Anthropology and also studied History. She is married to L.J. Martin, author of western, non-fiction, and suspense novels.
Kat has written more than sixty-five novels. Sixteen million copies of her books are in print and she has been published in twenty foreign countries, including Japan, France, Germany, Argentina, Greece, China, Russia, and Spain.
Born in Bakersfield, California, Kat currently resides in Missoula, Montana, on a small ranch in the beautiful Sapphire mountains.
Her last 12 books have hit the prestigious New York Times bestseller list. INTO THE FURY and INTO THE WHIRLWIND her most recent releases, both took top ten spots.