Reviews...

"Hard-edged heroes possessing smoldering sensuality are fast making Donna Kauffman a name to watch for in the romance genre." 4 1/2 stars and a W.I.S.H. award for hero Cole Sinclair.

-- Romantic Times

"I enjoyed this story. It had a little mystery, danger and excitement as well as sensual looks and pent up desire."

-- Rendezvous

"...a very enjoyable read, loaded with edge-of-your-chair nail-biting suspense. Ms. Kauffman ... is a very welcome addition to the Loveswept line."

-- Paperback Forum

"5 stars. Wonderful new theme."

-- Heartland Critiques

 

 

Excerpt

"If you think I'm in so much danger, Cole, then why did you ask me to stay?" Kira asked softly.

"I'm not sure," he answered finally. "But I imagine it's the same reason you didn't run away when you had the chance."

His eyes were so dark they held no light at all. Kira didn't mistake his meaning. "Is that the deal then? You'll help me if I stay?"

He smiled, the shine of his white teeth playing off the bottomless black pools of his eyes and giving him an aura the other side of wicked. Kira realized she'd felt safe because she truly hadn't believed the rumors about his notorious past. She did now.

"What exactly are you offering, Kira? Are you saying that if I help you, you'll go to bed with me?"

Heat crept over her skin until her body felt as if it were on fire. She wished he'd do something to put the fire out. "If that's what it takes," she answered, struggling not to back down.

Cole chuckled softly, pressing his finger softly into the soft indentation beneath her lips, parting them slightly. "We both know I could have you in my bed--with or without a promise to help you." He watched her nod grudgingly at the truth of his words, then lowered his head until his lips were almost touching hers, teasing her mouth with their heat. "I'll help you sweet lips," he said, his voice rough. "But not for sex..."