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Hot Target [Troubleshooters Series] [Secure eReader (recommended)/Microsoft Reader]
eBook by Suzanne Brockmann
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eBook Category: Suspense/Thriller/Suspense/Thriller
eBook Description:  New York Times bestselling author Suzanne Brockmann knows exactly what makes hearts race and pulses pound: peril and passion. No one succeeds more brilliantly at blending these exhilarating elements in breathtaking novels of men and women forced to grapple with the deepest emotions and the highest risks. And there's no better proof than her new novel of suspense: Hot Target aims to thrill on every level. Like most men of action, Navy SEAL Chief Cosmo Richter never learned how to take a vacation. So when he finds himself facing a month's leave, he offers his services to Troubleshooters Incorporated. Founded by a former SEAL, the private-sector security firm is a major player in the ongoing war against terrorism, known for carrying out covert missions too volatile for official U.S. military action. But the first case Richter takes on is anything but under the radar. High-profile maverick movie producer Jane Mercedes Chadwick hasn't quite completed her newest film, but she's already courting controversy. The World War II epic frankly portrays the homosexuality of a real-life hero--and the storm of advance media buzz surrounding it has drawn the fury of extremist groups. But despite a relentless campaign of angry E-mails, phone calls, and smear tactics, Chadwick won't be pressured into abandoning the project. Then the harassment turns to death threats. While the FBI appears on the scene, nervous Hollywood associates call in Troubleshooters, and now Chadwick has an army of round-the-clock bodyguards, whether she likes it or not. And she definitely doesn't. But her stubbornness doesn't make FBI agent Jules Cassidy's job any easier. The fiercely independent filmmaker presents yet another emotional obstacle that Cassidy doesn't need--he's already in the midst of a personal tug-of-war with his ex-lover, while fighting a growing attraction to Chadwick's brother. Determined to succeed--and survive--on her own terms, Chadwick will face off with enemies and allies alike. But she doesn't count on the bond she forms with the quiet, capable Cosmo Richter. Yet even as their feelings bring them closer, the noose of deadly terror all around them draws tighter. And when all hell erupts, desire and desperate choices will collide on a killing ground that may trap them both in the crossfire.
eBook Publisher: Random House, Inc./Random House Publishing Group
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2005
This eBook is part of the following series:
Available eBook Formats [Secure eReader (recommended)/Microsoft Reader - What's this?]: SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT [472 KB] - Requires Microsoft Reader 2.1.1 for PCs, or Microsoft Reader 2.2.2 on Pocket PC 2002 handheld devices. Some older Pocket PCs can be upgraded. Learn More., SECURE EREADER (RECOMMENDED) FORMAT [413 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [819 KB]
All formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
Microsoft Reader ISBN, Adobe Acrobat Reader ISBN, MobiPocket Reader ISBN, eReader (recommended) ISBN: 9780345480774
 
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"Brockmann consistently turns out first-rate novels that tug on the reader’s heartstrings, and her latest is no exception."
–Publishers Weekly
Over the Edge
"A taut, edgy thriller." -- LINDA HOWARD
Chapter 1 Cosmo's mother was driving him crazy. Well, okay, to be fair, it wasn't his mom, but rather her choice of music that had pushed him out of her condo, into his truck, and back down the 5, here to San Diego. He parked in the lot next to the squat, ugly building that held the offices of Troubleshooters Incorporated. The sun was warm on the back of his neck as he crossed to the door. As usual, it was locked—apparently Tommy Paoletti had had no luck yet finding a receptionist for his personal security company. But he had installed a system that would allow him to let people in without having to run all the way out to the door twenty times a day. A surveillance camera hung overhead, and Cosmo looked up at it, making sure Tommy would be able to see his face as he hit the bell. The lock clicked open as a buzzer sounded, and he went inside. "Grab some coffee—I'll be right out," Tom shouted from one of the back offices. "How's your mom?" "Much better, thanks," Cosmo called back. And she was. Right after the accident, when Cosmo had first gone to see her, she'd been in a lot of pain. Her face had been almost gray, and she'd looked old and frail lying in that hospital bed. But she'd been home a few days now and was feeling far more her old self. Which was great. But, dear sweet Jesus, if he had to listen to the soundtrack from Jekyll & Hyde one more time, he was going to scream. "You just haven't had enough time to appreciate it," his mother had told him. "A few more listens and—" Oh, no. No, no, Mom. I've heard it quite enough, thanks. Cosmo poured himself some coffee from the setup in the Troubleshooters waiting room. He'd actually liked Urinetown. He could handle repeated listens of The Full Monty, too. And West Side Story, if done properly, could bring tears to his usually super-cynical dry eyes. But most of his mother's very favorite Broadway musicals were those which Uncle Riley had dubbed "screamers." They were filled with hyper-emotional ballads with crescendos that swelled to triple forte, delivered by sopranos or tenors who, as Riley had insisted, deserved immediate arrest by the "too-too" police. Uncle Riley had gotten away with it, but God help him if Cosmo ever said anything like that aloud. Not just to his mother, who would give him her best injured look, then subject him to several hours of lectures on true music appreciation. But God help him also if he talked about such things to the other men in SEAL Team Sixteen. They would look at him as if he were, well . . . Gay. Which he wasn't. Not even close. Not, of course, that there was anything wrong with it. Shoot, with his mother, it would've been easier if he had been. He might've been born with some special genetic ability to actually enjoy Jekyll & Hyde. And Phantom and Les Mis and all the other screamers he'd gritted his teeth through, as he'd taken his mother to see them through the years. Cos took his coffee and sank down into one of the new leather sofas in the Troubleshooters waiting room. Buttery soft and a light shade of honey brown, they replaced the former mismatched collection of overstuffed chairs—thrift shop rejects—that had cluttered the area in front of the receptionist's desk. Whoa, the walls had been repainted, too. Magazine racks, potted plants, real lamps instead of overhead fluorescents . . . Tom's wife, Kelly, had been threatening to redecorate for months, insisting that the image Tom was trying for with his new company probably wasn't "piss poor and tasteless to boot." Copyright © 2005 by Suzanne Brockmann
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