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Hot Ice [T-FLAC Series Book 7] [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader]
eBook by Cherry Adair
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eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description:  Award-winning author Cherry Adair broke thrilling new ground with On Thin Ice--her stunning romantic suspense hardcover debut. Now Cherry's turning up the temperature, amping up the action, and raising the degree of danger and desire to irresistibly hot new heights. Diamonds--jewels of every kind, in fact--are Taylor Kincaid's best friends. The only thing she enjoys more is the challenge of stealing them, at which she excels like few others in the world. And specializing in plundering precious stones from wealthy international criminals just makes it all the more satisfying ... and dangerously exciting. So for Taylor, there's no resisting the double allure of snatching the elusive Blue Star diamonds--a prize she has pursued across three continents--from the South American stronghold of the murderous Morales terrorist organization. The heist goes down without a hitch. Until Taylor discovers she has made off with more than she bargained for, namely the secret security-system codes that provide access to a South African diamond mine--packed with enough gems to sink a battleship. Suddenly, Taylor's no longer just an ultrachic freelance jewel thief, but a reluctant player in a high-stakes cat-and-mouse game against elite global trouble-shooters and bloodthirsty terrorists. There's nothing reluctant, however, about Huntington St. John, the top T-FLAC operative who's hot on Taylor's trail. And in Taylor's opinion, just plain hot. The feeling, emotional and otherwise, is very mutual. Though they're on opposite sides of the law, Hunt and Taylor swiftly come to appreciate each other's well-honed skills. But since ecstasy is fleeting, and diamonds are forever, Taylor soon slips from the sheets and hits the streets ... to reclaim the jewels she stashed overseas. And true to his name, Hunt is close behind--but this time, he's after more than the codes. With the clock ticking, and two groups of terrorists closing fast, they'll have to mix pleasure with some very risky business. If they can survive danger at every turn, outwit the ultimate high-tech security system, and somehow conquer each other ... they just might get everything they desire.
eBook Publisher: Random House, Inc./Ballantine Books
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2005
This eBook is part of the following series:
Available eBook Formats [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader - What's this?]: SECURE MOBIPOCKET FORMAT (312 KB], SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT (399 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 (274 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [556 KB]
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MobiPocket Reader ISBN: 9780345484635
Microsoft Reader ISBN, Adobe Acrobat Reader ISBN, eReader (recommended) ISBN: 0345484630
 
"A breathtaking ride . . . I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough! No one does hot romance, ice-cold villains and nonstop adventure better." -- Mariah Stewart, author of Dead Even, on On Thin Ice
"Sexy, funny, and wild! Hang on and enjoy the ride!" -- Andrea Kane, author of Scent of Danger, on In Too Deep "A thrilling, mysterious, sexy read." -- Stella Cameron, author of Kiss Them Goodbye, on Hide and Seek "A sexy, snappy roller-coaster ride!" -- Susan Andersen, author of Shadow Dance, on Kiss and Tell
One AUGUST 10
SAN CRISTÓBAL
SOUTH AMERICA Dressed in black, shrouded by the night, T-FLAC operative Huntington St. John melded with the darkness of the fetid alley behind the adobe jail. Night vision glasses made it possible to observe every inch of the inky interior of the cell through a narrow barred window high in the wall. Empty. Where in the hell was the prisoner? It had taken six long, bloody months to discover this woman's identity. Six months, and the considerable resources of the counterterrorist organization Hunt worked for. It hadn't been easy, by God, and he was not leaving without her. He needed a thief. Someone resourceful, cunning, and unscrupulous. Someone at the top of his game. Hunt wanted the best. Nothing less would do. Determined to find the right thief, T-FLAC's crack team had scrutinized past burglary victims for the last five years. Limiting their search to individuals, or companies, with collections of fine gems who had the most sophisticated, advanced security systems. They'd compiled lists comprising thousands upon thousands of names. They'd cross-matched friends of the victims, relatives, staff, and lifestyle to find a common denominator. Three hundred names had cross-matched, and 118 people appeared on more than six lists. A deep background check on those suspects turned up an interesting anomaly. Seventeen of the women had identical, or nearly identical, backgrounds. Or, rather, one woman had seventeen identities. No one, other than himself and a few select T-FLAC operatives, even knew the thief was a woman. They'd finally connected the dots. Hunt had his thief. But where the hell was she? An hour after ascertaining who she was, and with an educated guess, where she might be, he was wheels up and headed for South America. It was highly suspect that she just happened to be in the very city he needed her to be in. San Cristóbal. In flight he'd knew she'd robbed José Morales followed by a quick arrest minutes before he touched down in San Cristóbal. So, it was a fait accompli. A quick, thorough search of her hotel room revealed nothing. Not a hint, not a clue. No surprise there. She never left clues. Ever. Which is why it had been so fucking hard to discover who she was in the first place. This woman wasn't merely extraordinarily good at what she did, she was a phenomenon. And fearless. She was the one he wanted. And by God, he'd have her. Even if, as he suspected, she'd been hired by someone else. Despite intel to the contrary, her absence from the cell could be explained by one of three options: she'd been moved to another location, the other party had already extracted her, or she'd been killed. Now that would be bloody inconvenient all around. He'd already invested enough time and energy. He wasn't about to start looking for someone else now. Suddenly, footsteps echoed down a hallway. Clear, loud, deliberate. Two pairs—heavy, booted. And the odd, incongruous sound of chains rattling, like something out of a bad horror film. One of the guards kicked open the cell door. It slammed against the adobe wall and let in muted light from the hallway to illuminate the cramped cell. "This time, bruja," the jailer threatened in Spanish, "you will not get free." Copyright © 2005 by Cherry Adair
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