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Wednesday, November 3, 2010


There is definitely something about an amazingly strong and sexy hero that captures the imagination. Randall Stone is one of the most intriguing heroes I've ever created, equal parts passionate romantic and lethal killer. He's a man used to being alone, with the occasional one-nighter or casual affair to keep him warm.

All that changes when he meets a woman who can go head-to-head and heart-to-heart with him, and he slowly realizes that there are no limits to the lengths a man will go when what he cherishes most is threatened or taken from him. I hope you will enjoy Randall and Robin's love story, and I suspect there are more stories waiting to be told with this special team of operatives and friends...

Randall Stone is the stuff of heroes, a mercenary given a discharge from the army he has served with his life. But the government is still interested in using the skills they've taught Major Rand Stone, and he continues to work with his hand-picked team. Into his shadowy world a light has come, and in her love, Stone discovers unhoped for joy, and, perhaps, unbearable sorrow?

“The only thing I knew then is the truth I know now,” she said, looking up into his eyes when he came to stand in front of her again. “I need you and I love you.” She hesitated. “Do I still mean anything to you, Rand?” She was scared to death of the possible answer, but she had to ask.

For the first time since she’d come into the room, Rand permitted himself to touch her. His hands slid around her waist and he pulled her to her feet and into his arms, the contact sudden, hard, and demanding as he molded her curves to his hungry body. His mouth descended on hers, crushing with the intensity of his passion. Robin pressed herself tighter to him, opened her mouth to his, and surrendered to him, heart and soul.

The ringing of the phone interrupted the kiss as it threatened to suffocate them both. Robin gasped when his lips left hers, and she began to haul his T-shirt free of the waistband of his jeans, eager to feel his skin against her palms. She was only dimly aware of his curt replies to whatever was being said, then his attention was fully on her again.

Rand buried his hands in the thick fall of her hair and held her head, forcing her focus to steady as he looked at her.

“Brookman’s called off the mission,” he whispered, then kissed her. “Let me tell the others, then we’re going upstairs for a few days.”

“A few days?” She laughed softly, breathless with excitement.

“Maybe longer,” he said, hands smoothing over her from the contours of her bottom to the generous swell of her breasts. His thumbs lingered over the rigid tips, caressing them to greater sensitivity beneath the thin barrier of her top.

Her eyes closed and her mouth opened, lips parted slightly as she gasped with pleasure. Slender fingers encircled his wrists, and he grinned down at her when she guided his hands back to her waist, then upward again, under the lightweight tank top. Rand hooked his fingers in the shimmering material and quickly pulled it over her head. Silken, warm skin seemed to ripple beneath his caressing hands and her back arched, pressing her closer to his chest.

A discreet knock on the door interrupted the downward trek of Rand’s lips just before he reached the nipple he’d been seeking. He pulled Robin behind him so his big body blocked the view of hers. “Who is it?”


“Come in.”

Jennifer poked her head into the office, smile broad and teasing.

“I know you were probably going to tell us at some point, but was that Brookman?”

Rand nodded.

“We’re free to go?” she asked.

“For now.”

“How long are you going to be incommunicado?” she asked.

“A few days,” he answered, his voice a hiss of air between clenched teeth. Robin was caressing the back of his neck and rubbing against him, the motion of her hips almost feline in its grace and eroticism. His eyes flickered closed, then he opened them again, grinned, and shrugged. “Maybe more.”

Jennifer’s laughter was cut off as she closed the door and left them alone.

Rand locked the door, then turned back to the woman he loved.


His voice trailed off as she unfastened his belt buckle and pulled his jeans open. Her hand slid into the loosened material, and he groaned when her fingers began to trace the hard ridge of his erection. The couch in the small office was going to have to do, he decided, and pushed her toward it as he peeled off his T-shirt and tossed it aside, then stopped long enough to get rid of his jeans and briefs. Robin’s skirt was a wrap around, and he grinned in surprise when he slipped it free and discovered she wore stockings and a garter belt, but nothing else under the length of material.

She straddled his thighs and lowered herself onto him, moaning softly as their bodies merged. Rand’s tongue began caressing her nipples, sucking gently at one then the other. She pushed harder, taking him deeper into her. His head lifted, and he pulled her into another searing, lusting kiss as their rhythm grew frantic with need. Before their passion peaked, Rand eased free and rearranged her on the worn sofa. Leather creaked and he lifted her hair and let it spill over the armrest as he stretched over her. He reentered her with a strong thrust that made her cling harder to him, and this time their desire consumed them and pushed them into an abyss of pleasure they hadn’t shared in much too long.

1 comment:

Lisa J said...


Great excerpt Denyse!!

LJ x