My Thoughts
Dimitri and Megan end up working together at Benson with a common goal. His sister has been taken and her sister is on the radar to be taken by a human trafficking organization. There is definitely some serious chemistry between the two, but Megan makes him crazy in every way possible. I really liked these two together. I loved the mix between the humor and romance and suspense in their story.
I give Reckless 4 hearts!
I give Reckless 4 hearts!
About the Book
The new London office of Benson Security hasn’t even opened
its doors yet and already it’s neck deep in its first case…
If the mission doesn’t kill him, his sexy partner just
might.
Dimitri Raast and Megan Donaldson have a common enemy—the
head of an organisation that specializes in human trafficking and sexual
slavery.
They have similar motivation—Dimitri’s sister was taken by
the organisation, and Megan’s sister is threatened by it.
They have the same goal—eliminate their enemy and save their
sisters.
Given they have so much in common, you would think working
together would be a piece of cake.
You would be wrong.
While Dimitri brings skills and experience from years as a
US Army Ranger to their partnership, Megan brings a background in failed career
choices and an ability to cause trouble wherever she goes. Yet, even with so
much at stake, Dimitri can’t resist Megan’s particular brand of crazy. She’s
wild, she’s sexy and she’s fearless. An irresistible combination for a man who
lives his life completely in control. Now, after almost a year with one
all-consuming focus, Dimitri finds himself torn between rescuing his sister and
protecting the woman he wants - from herself.
Before she gets them both killed.
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Excerpt
They were meeting Johnny Rotten in a dark alley. Of course
they were meeting a guy called Johnny Rotten in a dark alley. Megan rolled her
eyes. Obviously Johnny went to the TV movie school of how to be a bad guy.
“You stay here.” Dimitri pointed at a dumpster. Yeah. A
dumpster. She half expected some guy with a camera to shout cut and make them
start again.
“You don’t mean in the dumpster, right?” Because—eew!
“No. Beside it. In the dark.” He didn’t even try to disguise
that he was losing patience. “Don’t move, don’t make a sound, don’t interrupt.”
Blah, blah, blah, let the big boys play. She was so tired of
hearing the same old tune. It was time to change the radio station.
“Right,” Dimitri said. “I’m going to drive round and come in
from the other end.”
“Why can’t I just wait in the car? It’s cold and it stinks
here.”
“Because…” He stretched the word out. “You’re supposed to be
my hostage. I can’t just let you hang out in the car.”
“I can pretend to be drugged.”
“No. Too dangerous. He might spot you, know who you are and
that Rudi wants you. Then what would stop him deciding to eliminate me and take
you to Rudi himself?”
She stamped her feet to get her blood circulating before the
chill removed her toes. “Why didn’t you just take me back to the office?”
“You’re my backup.” There was a silent ‘idiot’ attached to
that sentence, she just knew it.
“The backup that hides in dumpsters?”
“The backup that phones for help if it looks like things are
going south.”
Megan blushed, grateful he couldn’t see it in the dark. “So,
I need my phone?”
He put his hands on his hips and looked skyward for a
moment. “Where is it?”
“Car.” She gave him what she hoped was an apologetic smile.
He stomped off, cursing under his breath and came back a few
minutes later with the phone. “Sorted now?”
Megan nodded. It probably wasn’t the best time to tell him
she really needed to use the bathroom. She could hold it. How long did it take
to have a covert meeting in an alley anyway?
She gave him a thumbs up and watched him march back to the
car. Leaving her alone in a stinky, dark alley. Alone and not thinking about
how good Dimitri’s lips felt against hers. Nope. She wasn’t thinking about that
at all. She was a professional—nearly. She had a job to do. She backed into the
shadows and tried to become invisible. Ninja Megan. She could do it. It was all
about the power of the mind. She closed her eyes and took a few calming
breaths.
That’s when her stomach rumbled. Her hand smacked flat on it
as she bit her lip. Maybe all that fried food wasn’t such a great idea after
all. Not that she would ever admit that to Dimitri. She was still mad at the
man. Sure she’d been the first to say they weren’t in a relationship, but he
didn’t have to agree so enthusiastically. He’d sounded affronted. As though she
was the last person on earth he’d consider dating. It was insulting. Her
stomach made a strange bubbling sound as she saw Dimitri’s SUV pull up at the
other end of the alley. He got out and stood under the yellow glow of the
street lamp. Waiting. Alert. Moody.
Megan’s stomach rumbled again. Loudly. This wasn’t good. So
much for not making a sound. Her own body was working against her. She crouched
down in an attempt to dull the noise, and hoped it worked. She closed her eyes,
tried to calm her stomach and think thoughts that made her invisible.
That’s when she farted.
It wasn’t silent.
Megan dropped her head to her knees. If the bad guys didn’t
get her, she’d die of humiliation.
And then her stomach rumbled again.
© 2016 Janet Elizabeth Henderson
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I grew up in Scotland, but now I’m living in New Zealand -
married to a Dutch man whom I met in America. (It can get a little confusing in
my household!) When I'm not living in my head, I'm a mother to two tiny kids,
three pet sheep, three miniature horses, three alpacas, one dog, two cats,
several chickens and an escape artist goat.
5 random things about me:
1. I accidentally mooned a crowd at a Bolivian wedding.
2. I've been chased by a gang of baboons. And I mean gang.
They were organised and vicious. All that was missing was their leather jackets
and tattoos!
3. I wrote my first novel when I was 22. It was a cross
between Star Wars, Monsters Inc. and Tinkerbelle. Funnily enough, no one wanted
to publish it. Odd that...
4. I was a portrait artist on the streets of Amsterdam for a
time.
5. I worked night shift as a security guard at Stirling
Castle in Scotland while I was in art college. The castle was on a terrorist
hit-list back then. To defend it they gave me a flashlight, a two-way radio
that only worked one-way and made me wear a polyester A-line skirt...
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