Hard Asset



A perilous mission… 

Shanti Lahiri’stragic family history inspired her to fight for justice. Now a prosecutor with the International Criminal Court, she doesn’t have time for dating or relationships. When an investigation takes her to the Rohingya refugee camps in her father’s homeland of Bangladesh, the last thing she wants is an armed security teamfollowing her everywhere and frighteningher already traumatized witnesses. But others who’ve tried to investigate these crimes have gone missing, and Shanti doesn’t want to be the next one to disappear.Despite her misgivings, she has no choice but to accept their protection. And, no, the fact that the team’s leader is lethally sexy has nothing to do with her decision.

 

An undeniable attraction… 

Connor O’Neal left the Unit—Delta Force—after a decade of war, scarred both inside and out. Now an operative with Cobra International Security, he’s been tasked with protecting Shanti in one of the most dangerous parts of the world.He can handle anything the bad guys throw at him, but nothing prepares him for the instant attraction he feels to Shanti.From the first moment he sees her, he wants her. Too bad, because clients are strictly off-limits, and he’s a man who follows the rules—most of the time. Besides, he can’t afford any distractions whenShanti’s life is on the line.

 

A merciless enemy… 

But something about Shanti breaks through Connor’s defenses, forcing him to confront his demons. As their mutual desire transforms into reckless passion, Shanti discovers evidence crucial to putting a mastermind of genocide behind bars.Connor knows her life is in immediate danger, but his plan to get her out of the country comes crashing down when a traitor strikes, leaving the two of them stranded in the jungles of Myanmar. Now on the run from aruthless killer and his army, Connor and Shanti are fighting for survival—anda chance at thelove of a lifetime.



Ebook ISBN

ISBN-13: 978-1-7335251-3-8

ISBN-10: 1-7335251-3-0

 


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Excerpt



Connor leaned back against the closed door, rage and guilt churning in his gut. Could the woman not tell the difference between the good guys and the bad guys?

Maybe there’s not as much of a difference as you’d like to believe.

He squeezed his eyes shut, tried to block the memory.

Frag out!

BAM!

Screams.

He hadn’t meant for it to happen. He wouldn’t have thrown the damned grenade if he’d known. There hadn’t been a damned thing he could do to take it back.

Fuck.

He drew a deep breath, stripped out of his clothes, headed for the shower. He washed away the sweat and the mud and then stood under the spray, his eyes closed, willing himself to let go, to forget. What was done couldn’t be undone. He couldn’t make it better by hating himself for the rest of his life.

He had no idea how much time had gone by—a minute, five minutes—when he opened his eyes again. He turned off the water, stepped out, and dried off.

The problem here was that he’d let himself get emotionally caught up in a client and her mission. He didn’t give a damn what Ms. Lahiri thought about him. If she wanted to tell herself that he and the other Cobra operatives were no better than General Naing and his band of murderers, that was her bad judgment. He didn’t need to deal with her bullshit while risking his life to keep her safe.

He sat at his desk, towel around his waist, and typed up a report for his bosses—Tower and Corbray—leaving out the personal conversations with Ms. Lahiri. He tacked on a request that someone in Denver drive up to Ault to get his box of Hot Wheels out of storage and ship it to Bangladesh as soon as possible. He knew that would raise eyebrows, so he explained that he wanted to donate it to the camp hospital. Then he shot his parents a quick email, telling them what was going on.

He had just hit send when a light knock came at his door—not his main door, but the door to Ms. Lahiri’s room. Figuring she wouldn’t knock if it weren’t important, he answered, still in his towel shirtless, his hair uncombed and still damp.

She stood there in that blue sari, the curve of her hips and her bare belly exposed, her mouth open as if she were aboutto say something. Her pupils dilated, her gaze sliding over him as if she’d never seen a man’s bare chest before. “I … uh…”

“Is it something important?”

“I just wanted to apologize.” Her gaze was fixed on his abs now. “I shouldn’t have said what I said. It was thoughtless of me.”

All the signs of sexual arousal were there—the flush in her cheeks, her dark pupils, the way she was looking at him, the rapid pulse at her throat.

Connor’s body responded, the rush of blood to his groin a warning that this was about to get extremely awkward. He willed his cock to knock it off, but it didn’t want to listen, not with a beautiful woman staring at him as if he were dinner.

She seemed to catch herself, her gaze lifting to meet his. “Sorry to bother you. I just wanted to apologize.”

“Thanks. I appreciate that.” He truly did, but he couldn’t stand here and chat about it. Hestarted to close the door, afraid his dick was about to pitch a tent.

But she wasn’t done. “I don’t know why I said it. I was upset. I didn’t think about how it might come across to you.”

“Makes sense.” He didn’t want to shut the door in her face, but his dick wasn’t obeying orders. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I know you’re not like General Naing.”

“Damned by faint praise.” He closed the door enough to hide his groin, suppressing an insane impulse to drag her into his arms and shut her up with a kiss. “Maybe you should stop while you’re ahead.”

“Sorry.” She was flustered now, her gaze again on his chest. “You’ve been hurt.”

“Yeah. Shot. A few times.” If she didn’t move now, he was going to take her in his arms and kiss the hell out of her, his job be damned.

“I … uh... should let you dress. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Connor shut the door, leaned back against it, looked down.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.