Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Trace of Fever by Lori Foster


Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor, #2
Trace is working on a case trying to get a human trafficker named Coburn. Then a woman shows up and says she's Coburn's daughter. It maybe true but she's up to something. Trace is attracted to Priss right away and feels he needs to protect her, especially from a creep like Coburn. Trace doesn't trust Priss because he doesn't know her whole story and the same for Priss with Trace. She knows he is a good man though. They get a lead on another trafficker. Coburn has plans for Priss but are they good or bad?

I liked this one. Priss will keep Trace on his toes!

From the author:
Caught in the crossfire of vengeance and desire…
Undercover mercenary Trace Rivers loves the adrenaline rush of a well-planned mission. First he’ll earn the trust of corrupt businessman Murray Coburn, then gather the proof he needs to shut down the man’s dirty smuggling operation. It’s a perfect scheme—until Coburn’s long-lost daughter saunters in with her own deadly plan for revenge.
With a smile like an angel and fire in her eyes, Priscilla Patterson isn’t who she seems to be. But neither is the gorgeous bodyguard who ignites all her senses. Joining forces to plot Coburn’s downfall, Priss and Trace must fight the undeniable heat between them. For one wrong move, one lingering embrace will expose them to the wrath of a merciless opponent….

Excerpt:
Priss stretched awake in the much cleaner and better smelling hotel room. The sheets were smooth, the pillows soft. She had enough space to actually move around without bumping into anything.
Sunlight crept in around the haphazardly closed curtains. It would be another gorgeous June day. Time to get up – except that she couldn’t move her legs, not with Liger stretched out in full splendor across her.
With a yawn, Priss crawled out from under the big cat and sat up on the side of the bed. For this particular morning, she was safe.
So many changes in such a short time.
Her mother’s death had been both a devastating loss and a blessing. Not a day went by that she didn’t miss her, but at least now she didn’t suffer.
Leaving her home should have been an upheaval, but with her motivation driving her, Priss had gotten through the packing, the road trip and the new town by rote. Comfort took a distant second to reaching her goals.
She’d settled in and even found Murray. She’d been right on track.
And then she’d met Trace… whatever his last name might be. She wasn’t buying the name he’d given her. Trace had as many, maybe more secrets than she did.
She enjoyed sparring with him verbally, found him physically appealing, and was intrigued by his cocky attitude. By far, he was the most tempting man she’d ever met.
Because she really didn’t know enough about him to be so captivated, her reaction to him was kind of… well, sick.

Sure, her instincts were good, and her gut told her that Trace was hero material. Despite a lack of facts, she’d already decided he was one of the good guys, an Alpha male who would step into danger to protect others, just as he had – so far – protected her.
And her cat.He was the complete and total opposite of Murray Coburn. So why was he working for that bastard? Or was he?
On her way to the bathroom, Priss glanced at the connecting door.
In the very next room, Trace slept.
Her heart pounded, and that was the biggest change of all. She joked with men, argued with and rejected them. But a pounding heart? Nope. Not once had she ever met a man who affected her that way.
Before leaving the bathroom Priss splashed her face and cleaned her teeth. A glance in the mirror showed her looking a little worse for wear.
Using both hands, she shoved back her hair from her face and gave herself a critical inspection. Before meeting Trace, she’d always accepted herself as a sexless woman, apathetic in most situations, methodical in her approach to life.

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Pages: 393
Published: 2011

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