Lori Foster

A Perfect Storm


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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....

      Praise for New York Times and USA TODAY

      bestselling author

      “Steamy, edgy, and taut.”

      —Library Journal on When You Dare

      “The fast-paced thriller keeps these well-developed characters moving.… Foster’s series will continue to garner fans with this exciting installment.”

      —Publishers Weekly on Trace of Fever

      “Foster rounds out her searing trilogy with a story that tilts toward the sizzling and sexy side of the genre.”

      —RT Book Reviews on Savor the Danger

      “Foster writes smart, sexy, engaging characters.”

      —New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan

      “Lori Foster delivers everything you’re looking for

      in a romance.” —New York Times bestselling author Jayne Ann Krentz on Hard to Handle

      “Known for her funny, sexy writing.”

      —Booklist

      “Tension, temptation, hot action and hotter romance—Lori Foster has it all!

      Hard to Handle is a knockout!” —New York Times bestselling author Elizabeth Lowell

      Dear Reader,

      From the moment Arizona Storm appeared on the page in Savor the Danger, I loved her. She’s so vulnerable while still being kick-butt bold and, to me, adorably outrageous. And Spencer Lark…I think he might be my new favorite hero. Big, capable and oh-so-intuitive when it comes to Arizona. She really, really needed Spencer in her life. Eventually he realizes that he needs her as well. Lots of sparks, lots of sensuality, and—I hope—lots of fun!

      A Perfect Storm is book four in my series of über-alpha private mercenaries who walk the edge of honor.

      You already met Dare Macintosh, Trace Rivers and Jackson Savor. Well, Arizona fits right in with the guys. But as Spencer can tell you, she’s a woman through and through.

      To see more about the books, including how they’re related and more on the characters, visit my website, www.LoriFoster.com, and check out the “Related Books & Series” page under the “Booklists” link.

      Feel free to chat with me on my Facebook fan page or visit me on Twitter or Goodreads.

      I hope you enjoy the story!

      A Perfect Storm

      Lori Foster

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Contents

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

       CHAPTER FIFTEEN

       CHAPTER SIXTEEN

       CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

       CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

       CHAPTER NINETEEN

       CHAPTER TWENTY

       CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

       CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

       CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

       CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

       CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

      CHAPTER ONE

      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,