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He never saw her coming…
Spencer Lark already knows too many secrets about Arizona Storm, including the nightmare she survived and her resulting trust issues. But in order to expose a smuggling ring—and continue avenging his own tragic past—the bounty hunter reluctantly agrees to make Arizona a decoy. Yet nothing has equipped him for her hypnotic blend of fragility and bravery, or for the protective instincts she stirs in him.
Arizona wants to reclaim her life, which means acting as bait to lure the enemy into a trap. Sure it's dangerous, especially with a partner as distractingly appealing as Spencer. But as their plan—and their chemistry—shifts into high gear, Arizona may discover there's an even greater risk in surrendering her heart to a hero….
- Sales Rank: #411703 in Books
- Published on: 2012-03-27
- Released on: 2012-03-27
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.62" h x 1.20" w x 4.21" l,
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 448 pages
About the Author
Lori Foster is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author with books from a variety of publishers, including Berkley/Jove, Kensington, St. Martin’s, Harlequin and Silhouette. Lori has been a recipient of the prestigious RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award for Series Romantic Fantasy, and for Contemporary Romance. She’s had top-selling books for Amazon, Waldenbooks and the BGI Group. For more about Lori, visit her Web site at www.lorifoster.com.
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Arizona Storm sat quietly on the overstuffed chair, her chin resting on her drawn-up knees, her fingers laced together around her shins. Waiting.
In the quiet, shadowed room, she breathed in the unique aroma of aftershave and gun oil, and the headier scent of warm male. On the back of the chair behind her he'd tossed his jeans and a rumpled T-shirt. Close at hand on the nightstand, he'd placed his freshly cleaned gun and his deadly switchblade.
His discarded boxers lay on the floor.
He fascinated her.
After breaking into his house, she'd removed her sneakers and put them next to his boots by the front door. The air-conditioning, set on high, left her toes cold, but he'd covered himself with no more than a thin sheet.
Again and again, her gaze tracked over him, from one big foot sticking out over the side of the bed, up and over his flat, solid abs covered by the snowy-white sheet, to his chest—not covered by anything except enticing body hair.
With one arm behind his head, his underarm and the dark tuft of hair there were visible. Seeing that almost made him look vulnerable—except that, despite his relaxed pose, the positioning of his long arm made a thick biceps bulge.
At nearly six and a half feet tall, solidly built and finely sculpted, Spencer Lark was one of the biggest, strongest, most impressive men she'd ever met.
And she knew some really prime specimens.
His long lashes shadowed his high cheekbones, but that didn't detract from the bruising beneath one eye. A recent fight? She smiled while picturing it, sure that Spencer had come out ahead. His skill at fighting intrigued her even more than his big bod.
Amazing, but even his slightly crooked nose held her rapt. When and how had he broken it?
She inhaled a deep breath and let it out in a quiet sigh that, given the silence in his home and Spencer's acute instincts, disturbed his slumber.
Arizona admitted to herself that maybe she'd wanted to wake him. After all, she'd been watching him—and waiting—for a while now.
His head turned on the pillow, his legs shifted.
Holding herself perfectly still, she waited to see if he'd awaken, what he'd do, what he'd say. She didn't know him all that well, and yet.. she did.
Sort of.
They'd met nearly a month ago while they were both on a sting. Immediately, they'd butted heads, and he'd infuriated her by interfering with her life.
But worse, he'd robbed her of the revenge she desperately craved.
Sure, he had his own need for revenge, so she understood his motives. She didn't forgive him. Not yet, anyway.
But she did understand.
At least, she thought she did. Once they talked it over, then she'd decide for sure.
He made a soft, gravelly sound as he stretched that long, strong body. His chin tucked in. Muscles flexed. The sheet tented.
Eyes widening, Arizona stared, not really alarmed, but no longer so at ease, either. She had a very dark history with aroused men, so she doubted she'd ever be unaffected by them. But she didn't let it get in her way, not when she wanted something, not when she had a goal in mind.
She knew she should have taken Spencer's gun, at the very least moved it out of his reach. But instead she'd found him in the bed, and before she'd even thought it through, she'd taken the empty seat and settled in to study him while he slept.
Since that fateful day when her destiny had been stolen from her, she'd seen him only a handful of times. She'd tried to stay away. She'd tried to forget about him.
She hadn't been successful.
Stretching, he brought his hand out from behind his head, around to rub over his hair, across his face, down his chest.
As he gave a sleepy, growling groan, that hand disappeared under the sheet.
Arizona's lips parted, and her heartbeat tripped up. She cleared her throat. "Spence?"
Freezing, without moving any other body part, he opened his eyes and met her gaze.
She frowned at him.
He didn't look super-startled, and he said nothing. He just stared at her.
With his hand still under there.
"Yeah…" Semi-satisfied with his frozen reaction, she nodded at his lap. "You weren't going for a little tug, were you? Because as your spectator, I'd just as soon not see it."
He brought his hand out and put it back behind his head, still silent, still watching her. Almost…relaxed.
His gaze was so dark, so compelling, she felt like squirming, damn it. "I mean, I guess I could wait in the other room if it's really necessary. That is, if you don't take too long."
He disappointed her by not reacting. As if he often woke to an uninvited woman playing voyeur in his bedroom, he looked her over, from her bare toes up to her long, wind-tangled hair.
"Been here long?"
"Maybe half an hour or so." Curiosity prompted her to ask, "Were you going to…you know?" She nodded at his lap.
"Most men say hi to the boys first thing."
"Say hi?"
With no sign of discomfort, he shrugged one shoulder. "You broke in."
A statement, not a question. She gave her own casual shrug. "Since you're not dumb enough to leave the place unlocked, yeah, I had to."
He turned his head, but not to check on the time. He saw the gun still on the nightstand where he'd left it and brought his gaze back to hers again. "You know how to make coffee?"
One eyebrow lifted high. "Trying to get me out of the room so you can leave the bed? I'm not squeamish, you know. I mean, with my background, I've seen plenty of—"
He threw off the sheet and sat up, effectively shutting down her snide retort. Ho boy.
"If you don't know how to make coffee, just say so." Spencer stretched again, harder, longer this time. Sitting on the side of the bed, he snagged up his boxers and stepped into them. As he stood, he pulled them up.
They fit like a glove.
He still had a tent going.
And she still stared.
He picked up the gun and, betraying some trust issues, checked to make sure she hadn't unloaded it. Discovering she hadn't touched it at all, he nodded in satisfaction.
As he passed her, he chucked her under the chin. "It's called morning wood, little girl. No reason for alarm." Gun in hand, he went on past her into the bathroom. The door closed quietly behind him.
Belatedly, Arizona shut her mouth. Oh, how she hated when he called her "little girl." As of today, she wasn't quite as young as he thought, and given her experiences, well, she hadn't felt like a kid in a very long time.
Her brows snapped down, and her spine stiffened. She would not let him get to her. Huh-uh. No way.
This was her game. She would call the shots, and if anyone had to be tongue-tied, it'd be him.
She shoved to her feet, but didn't stomp. Excesses of emotion gave away too much. She didn't want him to know how he affected her.
At the bathroom door, voice cold and collected, she stated, "I'll be the kitchen."
Minutes later, just to prove a point, she went about making coffee.
Spencer stood with his hands braced on the porcelain sink, his head hanging, his muscles twitchy.
What the hell?
Sure, he knew Arizona Storm was a reckless, impetuous, headstrong girl. He'd figured that out in the first few seconds of making her acquaintance.
But breaking and entering?
Why the hell had she sat there watching him sleep? He felt…violated. Angry. He felt extreme pity. For her.
Damn, but he didn't want her, not in his house, not in his head. He could control the first.
Hadn't had much luck controlling the second.
Not trusting her to respect his privacy, knowing damn good and well she would snoop without remorse, he gave up the idea of a shower and shave and instead rushed through brushing his teeth, splashing his face and finger-combing his hair.
Since she wasn't in his bedroom anymore, he took the time to pull on his jeans, but rather than mess with the holster, he just stuck the gun in his waistband. He grabbed up his knife, opened it, closed it again and slid it into his pocket.
Barefoot and shirtless, he went in search of Arizona—and he had to admit, anticipation chased away the cobwebs of old memories and lack of sleep.
Seeing her slumped in a kitchen chair, arms crossed, one foot hooked behind a chair leg, jolted his senses even more.
God Almighty, she was a beauty.
Slim, long-legged and generously stacked, with a face like a wet dream, Arizona would turn heads wherever she went. Dark, wavy hair hung down her back, usually in disarray. Honey-colored skin seemed in direct contrast with light blue, heavily lashed eyes. A full mouth, a strong chin, high cheekbones.
He wondered at the mixed heritage that had produced such a dream.
As he stood unnoticed in the doorway, she chewed at a thumbnail. Arizona didn't wear makeup, or polish her nails, or do much of anything to enhance her looks—and she didn't need to. She could wear burlap and men would burn for her.
"Nervous?"
She went still before affecting a bored expression and swiveling her head to face him. "Do you always sleep
'til noon?"
"When I've been up all night, yes." He made a bee-line for the coffeepot but didn't thank her for making it. After all, she'd come in uninvited. "You want a cup?"
"If you have sugar and milk."
"Creamer." He poured two cups and set them on the table, then got the creamer from the fridge. The sugar bowl sat in the middle of the table, framed by salt and pepper shakers.
Like many of the things in his kitchen, they resembled cows in one way or another.
His wife had bought the novelty items years ago.
While blowing on the hot coffee, Spencer ruthlessly quashed bad memories. Arizona loaded her coffee with two heaping spoonfuls of sugar and a liberal splash of the cream.
He watched her lush mouth as she sipped, sipped again.
Shaking himself, he took a drink, and nearly choked. Strong enough to peel the lining from his throat, it was the worst coffee he'd ever tasted. Arizona didn't seem to notice, though, so he manned up and drank without complaint.
The overdose of caffeine would do him good.
Silence dragged out while they each gave attention to their coffee. He wouldn't be the first to break.
Finally she eyed him. "How come you were out late? Carousing?"
Actually, he'd needed to expend some energy for reasons he wouldn't yet examine too closely. Shrugging, he said, "I hit up a bar, found a little trouble." He looked at her. "You know how it is, right?"
To his disgruntlement, she nodded. "Yeah, I did the same. But I fared better than you." Her mouth quirked in a small grin, and she winked. "No black eye."
Had she really been in a bar? Looking for trouble?
Again?
He didn't need to defend himself, not to her, but still he said, "You should see the other three guys."
"Yeah? Only three?" Tsking, she let her gaze drift over him. "Any other bruises?"
"No."
She propped her chin on a fist. "One lucky punch, huh?"
Did she have to appear so amused by idiotic drinking and brawling? "Something like that." Actually it was a thrown chair that had caught him, but whatever. He wouldn't encourage her with details. "So tell me, little girl. What were you doing in a bar?"
She looked away. With one finger, she traced the rim of her coffee cup. "Sometimes," she said low, her voice almost whimsical, "I just need a distraction."
His chest tightened. He waited to see if she'd elaborate, if she'd share details of her tragic background with human traffickers. She had a need to even the score with people already dead, the monsters who'd hurt her badly.
Suddenly she leaned forward. "Can you keep a secret?"
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59 of 64 people found the following review helpful.
A Not So Perfect Storm
By Danielle
I must start off with saying what a huge fan of Lori Foster I am. The way she writes a leading man draws the reader in and makes us swoon. These men walk the edge of honor and we happily follow right after them.
I have just finished reading A perfect Storm. For me, is was far from perfect. While I fell in love with the handsome and brooding Spencer Lark, his leading lady, Arizona Storm, she had me fighting the desire to throw the book away after chapter one. I get that she is only 21 years old here - a very young 21 I might add. But here is a pattern I am seeing pop up with most Authors: The writing of pig-headed, selfish, leading women with a chip on their shoulders. I am all for girl power and a heroine that isn't always whining and in need of saving. But with such strong male leads like Dare, Trace, Jackson and Spencer, having a tomboy female who goes out of her way prove just how tough she, it is truly overkill. I wanted to shake Arizona and tell her to ease up. That it is okay to realize you are a female, and sometimes you can let a man be the man! Hint, hint Authors. I don't mean the girl had to tie a bow in her hair and sing about the hills being alive with the sound of music. But a little softening would be nice for a change. Another thing that was a letdown in my eyes.. the lack of romance. This is a romance book I purchased, yes? There was so much focus on Arizona and the fits she threw I never felt pulled in. More like her childish ways pushed me out. I wasn't really cheering for them to make it as a couple. I thought she had more chemistry with Chris(Who I adore most of all!). In the end, I feel disappointed in this book. And think Spencer deserved much more.
26 of 28 people found the following review helpful.
sex as therapy for sexually abused????
By Ludmila Melchior-Yahil
Lori Foster's books were one of my favorite "escape" readings, but there is no escape in this one, or maybe too much escape from reality. Rape and sex abuse are difficult subjects for fiction to begin with, and romantic fiction is not a good place for it, because it asks the reader to believe in too many miracles and in the process trivializes very serious issues. The heroine of this book was abused all her life by drug addicts parents, sold at 17 into white slavery, gang raped, forced into prostitution at truck stops, and almost killed, but 4 years later she has only occasional nightmares, craves sex with our hero, and is open to love him.... If this isn't a miracle I don't know what is...
But there is more: she curses like a rapper, plays a whore to get those bastards and is as crude as possible (in print), because otherwise we- stupid readers, would not have guessed that she needs an emotional shield and is a survivor. Then comes the virile alpha hero, who promptly dumps his current lover and proceeds to cure the heroine fully. He gives her a few orgasms and all his devotion, and poof! Another miracle! They live happily ever after and if she has an occasional nightmare, he just hugs her and she's fine! If only!
I sincerely hope this is the last book in the human trafficking series, although the others were somewhat better, mostly because the heroines had slightly less problems...
10 of 10 people found the following review helpful.
Awful!
By oohlala!
Authors who have no factual knowledge of survivors of abuse should refrain from writing about them. This book was horrid! A young woman who is abused by her parents then sold by them to be continuously sexually, physically and emotionally abused by others would not sexually exploit herself to capture criminals, offer herself as payment to her rescuer (Jackson) or to gain and keep the attention of the hero (Spencer). Why wasn't Arizona in therapy rather than being sent to a "girls' school" by Jackson? Throughout the book, Arizona's physical appearance was the focus...if not by her (style of dress-tight tops and bottoms, skimpy bikini, etc.) then by others (her caramel skin tone, big boobs, etc.). Though 21, she was treated, and acted, like a child. Grown men were wrestling with her, and tickling her, with the approval of their wives...very weird. The best part of this book was that Arizona is not a white heroine. However, I wonder if Foster made her more promiscuous and hardball because of it. The first book of the series (Dare) mentioned white slavery, but this book revealed that white women were not the only ones kidnapped and abused. This story was too unbelievable. Marla was the best character and I'm glad Foster let her escape from these nitwits. Though I liked Dare and Trace, I could not see them offering Arizona a position as an investigator. Go figure! All I can say is that I'm glad books are available at the library before I choose to buy them.
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