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He knows what goes on in the dark.
She’s got the face of an angel and the body of…well, isn’t that what he’d expect from an exotic dancer? But there’s something about this girl that Johnnie Riggs can’t shake. The former army ranger is hot on the trail of an elusive drug lord—and suddenly very hot under the collar, as well.
Amy’s got her own agenda to pursue: her sister is missing and Amy seems to be the only one who cares. She’ll enlist Johnnie’s help and do her best to ignore her growing attraction to finally get some answers. But when the two trails begin to converge and reveal something even more sinister than they imagined, their mutual desire is the least of their problems. They’ll bring the truth to light…or die trying.
Praise for Kat Martin’s
The Raines of Wind Canyon series
Against the Wind
“This is a ‘don’t miss’ read.…
Kat Martin is a very gifted writer who takes you
from the beginning to the end in total suspense.”
—Fresh Fiction
“Kat Martin has delivered yet another rockin’
romantic suspense. Stockpiled with suspense and passion, Against the Wind kept me reading, dying to find out the truth…I can’t recommend [it] highly enough!”
—Joyfully Reviewed
“Martin brings us a rugged hero, a strong-willed heroine and a story filled with romance, grit, tension and suspense…Martin definitely delivers.”
—RT Book Reviews
Against the Fire
“There’s something irresistible about a bad boy.… There’s lots of sizzle and burn…this sexy page-turner
is a perfect blend of romance, mystery and action.”
—RT Book Reviews
“A fascinating page-turner, one you won’t want to miss.”
—Romance Reviews Today
“I simply loved this book. I didn’t want to put it down.”
—Suspense Romance Writers
Against the Law
“Once you start Against the Law,
be prepared not to stop until you’ve reached the end…. This is one I highly recommend.”
—Romance Reviews Today
“4½ quills! Ms. Martin has struck the motherlode….”
—Romantic Crush Junkies
Against the Night
Kat Martin
To all my Rock Creek pals. You guys are the best! Thanks for the fun times!
Contents
One
Johnnie Riggs was a night owl. Tonight he sat at a table at the Kitty Cat Club on Sunset Boulevard, watching a little blonde pole dancer with the hottest body he’d ever seen and trying like hell not to get an erection.
He reached for the Bud Light sitting in front of him, took a swallow and set the barely touched bottle back down on the table. He wasn’t there to get drunk. He wasn’t there to get turned on by some sexy little piece of fluff.