Meara had been seconds from revelation, mere seconds. Now
quivering with terror, she huddled in the corner of her electrified office
while lights flashed and popped all around her, knowing there was no where to
run. Monitors flashed and burst, exploding and sending shards of liquid fire
into the air. A cop entered the small room, his arms stretched forward, gun in
both hands and a flashlight on top of his gun.
Three more cops followed behind. No, they were government agents.
The logo printed in white across their chest announced their profession.
Bright lights swept the room in a slow steady arc, searching for
her. Finally resting on her face, she shielded her eyes. Smoke from the
crucified computers filled the cubicle, making the agents choke. Sweat from
fear beaded on her forehead, and her heart lurched to her throat. She closed
her hands over her heart as if she could slow the furious beating.
"Hewitt, check this out. There might be more than this one.
Barrister go search through the other rooms."
"Right, McKenna."
"My name is Jace McKenna," the man said as he approached
cautiously, kicking debris from under foot until he stood above her. "Put
your hands in the air."
His voice held so much authority and sounded so calm. For a moment
she thought he meant to reassure then she remembered she was his prisoner.
Well, she would be as soon as she complied with his demands.
Jace appeared dark, dangerous, handsome and tall, she noted at
first. Very tall, which was hard to miss, since she was skinny and short. His
eyes were an amber color with a hint of green. He towered over her. Beneath the
deceiving bulkiness of his bulletproof vest, she observed next, his shoulders
were very broad, and though his hips were lean, his thighs, tightly hugged by
his jeans, were muscled and powerful.
His hair was blacker than the midnight sky, nearly indigo with its
sheen, his amber eyes were cast into a rugged face that appeared naturally
tanned. He was probably somewhere in his late twenties or early thirties. He
seemed fierce, alive with a striking tension and a volatile energy that seemed
to exude from him.
Shaking, sweat dripping down her face, Meara slowly raised her
trembling arms. "D-don't shoot--me, please" She heard the pathetic
whimper in her voice as she blinked the stinging sweat from her eyes where it
melded with her mascara. Her heart pounded so hard against her chest she was
sure it would burst through her ribs.
"Stand up, slowly." He swept the flashlight as well as
the gun up and down the length of her body, which had been curled into a tight
fetal position.
Rising to her feet, she leaned against the wall behind her, trying
to keep her hands up and not fall flat on her face. She wiggled her butt
against the wall and inched her way to a standing position. Her life flashed in
front of her in a series of leaps and bounds until she saw the faces of her
parents.
"Do as he
says," they whispered. "Everything will turn out fine. You'll see. We love you."
Then, just as they appeared, they vanished.
Their faces faded into the smoke and flashing lights. Her eyes
open wide, she gazed at her enemy--her jailor. The man who was here to arrest
her. Mind games, or was it mind think that her parents used to play with her,
teaching her to communicate through thoughts instead of words. She focused on
his brain, sending out feelers, trying to read his thoughts and trying to tell
him she was no threat.
The next moment he was beside her, grasping one of her arms, and
in one swift move he had turned her, both hands were behind her back and
handcuffed. Her breath stopped for a moment. The movement had been so sudden
she was thrown against the wall. Her face flattened on the smooth surface. Yet
she was glad for that because the impact brought her back to the reality of
this moment. Her mind cleared for a brief second. For courage she inhaled a
swift deep breath.
Manic Reader
Review
Rating: 4 1/2 stars out of 5
Reviewer:
Alberta
Review:
Meara is a
loner, content to spend time with her computers, without the bother of having
too many people around her. When she turns from hacker to government computer
specialist, she meets Jace, who knows she is his mate, but all he has to do is
tell her he is a panther shape shifter and that she is destined to be his.
There is a lot
of dodging bad guys, dodging another shape shifter, and trying to keep secrets
from each other. In the end, Catching Meara is pretty entertaining, and I liked
both characters, despite Meara’s dysfunctional personality.
BLURB
Jessica Lawrence is the
stepdaughter of a woman born in the twentieth century transported back in time
to the year 1868. An acclaimed suffragette, she raises Jessica to believe in
the equality of women. Jess Law believes everything she was taught, and when
the time is right she becomes a private investigator. Courageous and impetuous,
Jess finds danger in her quest to save all women from white slavery. Her
passionate mission results in a wedding to Roc Newman, a man she knows can
steal her heart...
Roc can't trust the
sapphire-eyed spitfire who invades his home in search of secret papers and
knocks him flat with her karate moves. Jessica's refusal to obey his wishes
serves to inflame the war between them. Still, he cannot control the intense
desire his reluctant bride inspires, or make her surrender her independence,
until he has conquered the headstrong beauty on the battlefield of love...
REVIEW:
Christine
Young has done it again in this historical romance. The blizzards, betrayal,
deceit and a ruthless bandito like Chavez made this a great romance.
Struggling to come to terms with the part she played
in Jacob St. John’s death, Etta Barringer resigns from Pinkerton Agency and
seeks peace and solace in a Rocky Mountain Cabin.
Jacob has vowed
to discover the reason Etta has betrayed him, sold him out to his enemy and
left him for dead.
Isolated in
their cabin, they discover their love for each other and learn to trust. But
the trust is shattered when Jacob learns she is married to his sworn enemy; the
man who left him in the desert to die.
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