When she isn’t traveling, she’s writing love stories, often with a suspense thread and corralling her three cats that think they rule her household.
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Reading about danger never prepared Samantha Prince for the desperate phone call from her brother in Brazil that sent her from the safety of her New Orleans bookstore into the rugged, inhospitable Amazon in search of him and a hidden treasure. And reading about romance never prepared Samantha to resist the mysterious appeal of Brock Slader, a guide she hired to help her in her quest.
Alone with Brock in an alien world of orchids and anacondas, primitive headhunters and very up-to-date gunmen, she struggles to keep their relationship strictly business. Will Samantha survive the dangers in the jungle only to have her heart broken by a man who lives on the edge—no strings attached?
Dangerous Pursuit is a thrill ride that will take through the jungles or Brazil. The romance, suspense, danger, and seduction of this story captivated me right from the beginning. Samantha is brave, smart, and beautiful. When she left her home to help her brother, she never realized the danger of the jungle and the ruthlessness of the men after her brother. Then se meets Brock. He is fierce, dominant, and sexy as hell. A dangerous combination for any women.
Right from the start I felt the sparks between Sam and Brock. The sensuality, seduction, possession and all consuming love that blossoms between them is enough to cause a swoon! This is a book you will not want to put down! The characters were very realistic and they win the readers over quickly. The adventure, romance, and search for lost treasure is exhilarating and exciting.
Fans of Indiana Jones, Crocodile Dundee, Tomb Raider, and Nim’s Island will love this story!
“Don’t worry. You won’t have an hysterical woman on your hands. I don’t go in for that.” Samantha’s voice held none of the confidence she wanted. She told herself that it was the humidity and strangeness of the jungle city. But in truth all her senses converged on the touch of Brock’s hand on her arm, his fingers a tantalizing combination of rough and gentle.
Brock released his hold on her but didn’t move away. He was only inches from her, his male scent mingling with the potent odors of the tropics carried on the moisture-laden breeze. The noise of Manaus surrounded them, but all Samantha could hear was the loud pounding of her heart that filled her ears.
“I knew a man who disappeared about six months back without a trace. There are a lot of stories like that, Miss Prince.”
“I’m sure there are, but I’ll find Mark. I would know if something had happened to him.”
The warm gleam in his eyes that made them appear almost silver was gone, replaced by a serious look that turned his gaze a dark gray like storm clouds. “It will be worse if you discover nothing.”
“The jungle has a way of swallowing people up. You may never find out what’s happened to your brother. You may spend the rest of your life hoping for something that won’t happen.”
The thought sent a chill down her spine, in spite of the heat. “What has made you so cynical?”
“Reality,” he said in a clipped voice, his expression suddenly very closed. His stance forbade further discussion of the subject.
Samantha took a step back, trying to distance herself from his very masculine presence. “Are you saying I should hope to find my brother dead rather than not at all?”
Brock’s mouth thinned. His eyes narrowed. He didn’t need this. Why was he even standing here with her. His common sense told him it was dangerous to become involved with Samantha Prince and her quest. He needed to keep his distance. She reminded him of all the things he had left behind in the States: security, normalcy, order.
But looking at Samantha Prince at that moment stirred something in him he didn’t need or want—a protective instinct. Wisps of her fiery hair had escaped her bun and framed her face. Not a beautiful face by most people’s standards but definitely intriguing, he decided as his gaze took in the angry tilt of her head, the glint in her sherry-colored eyes, the frown on her full lips, the sprinkle of freckles on her upturned nose.