“I want you, Melinda.”
“You’ll get over it.”
Her words might have been flippant, but every muscle in her body tensed as if for war.
“There’s only one way I want to be over you. Naked. In a nice soft bed, with our clothes strewn across the floor.”
“Wish all you want. It’s not going to happen.”
She tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked out the passenger window. Her body language couldn’t be clearer. She was going to ignore him.
But he had no intention of letting her do so, not after he’d glimpsed the simmering heat in her eyes.
“I’m taking you to a houseboat on the St. John’s River. It’ll be private and romantic. The boat is fully stocked with food.”
“I’m not hungry.”
He lowered his voice. “You will be.”
“Don’t you get it? I don’t want you.”
“You will,” he promised. “You will.”
Dear Harlequin Intrigue Reader,
Need some great stocking stuffers this holiday season for yourself and your family and friends? Harlequin Intrigue has four dynamite suggestions—starting with three exciting conclusions.
This month, veteran romantic suspense author Rebecca York wraps up her special 43 LIGHT STREET trilogy MINE TO KEEP with Lassiter’s Law, and Susan Kearney finishes her action-packed HIDE AND SEEK miniseries with Lovers in Hiding. Julie Miller, too, closes out the MONTANA CONFIDENTIAL quartet with her book Secret Agent Heiress. You won’t want to miss any of these thrilling titles.
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Associate Senior Editor
Harlequin Intrigue
Susan Kearney used to set herself on fire four times a day; now she does something really hot—she writes romantic suspense. While she no longer performs her signature fire dive (she’s taken up figure skating), she never runs out of ideas for characters and plots. A business graduate from the University of Michigan, Susan now writes full-time. She resides in a small town outside Tampa, Florida, with her husband and children and a spoiled Boston terrier.
HARLEQUIN INTRIGUE
340—TARA’S CHILD
378—A BABY TO LOVE
410—LULLABY DECEPTION
428—SWEET DECEPTION
456—DECEIVING DADDY
478—PRIORITY MALE
552—A NIGHT WITHOUT END
586—CRADLE WILL ROCK*
590—LITTLE BOYS BLUE*
594—LULLABY AND GOODNIGHT*
636—THE HIDDEN YEARS†
640—HIDDEN HEARTS†
644—LOVERS IN HIDING†
Clay Rogan—Alias: Viper. Code breaker extraordinare, he’s the CIA’s top cryptanalyst. His job is to keep Melinda safe, but can he find the key to unlock her heart?
Melinda Murphy—One day she’s living a normal
life, the next day she’s in extreme danger from a past she can’t remember and a man she’ll never forget.
Jake Cochran—The brother Melinda doesn’t know.
Lionell Tower—The director of the CIA.
Sam Bronson—Is the message he left on Melinda’s answering machine a key to solving the mystery of who is after her?
Herbert Silverberg—A man on a thirty-year mission.
Barry Lee—Nobel Prizewinning reporter. He’s willing to risk his life to see justice done.
Aleksei Polozkova and Jon Khorkina—Agents for the CIA. But whose side are they on?
Clay Rogan had never before been ordered into the director of operation’s office of the CIA. Although he worked daily at the imposing building in McLean, Virginia, the prospect of meeting the director had him curious and edgy. The legendary director was responsible for all covert operations—far from Clay’s normal turf in cryptanalysis.
After the D.O. had left an urgent message in the Hot Inbox file on Clay’s computer, he’d hoped he wasn’t about to be transferred to another division. Clay loved his work, took enjoyment in eighteen-hour days. He loved solving puzzles and breaking codes and, while his six-foot-six frame made him seem more suited for active pursuits, nothing provided him with as much pleasure as giving his brain a good workout. A ride on his motorcycle came in only a close second. Although Clay had trained at the renowned Farm in Camp Peary with other CIA recruits, he led a relatively normal life. He worked in an office, in front of a computer screen, scrutinizing bursts of satellite transmissions in an attempt to decode messages sent by foreign agents’ transmitters.
As a master in his field, Clay had worked his way up from rookie and whiz kid to head of the cryptanalysis division. Early on, his superiors had recognized his linguistic abilities and intuitive knack for breaking code by spotting patterns where others could not. He’d earned the nickname Viper when he’d broken a Chinese code that had been composed of snakelike curves that had mystified other experts for years.