Praise for New York Times and USA TODAY
bestselling author
LORI FOSTER
“Foster writes smart, sexy, engaging characters.”
—New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan
“Known for her funny, sexy writing.”
—Booklist
“Foster’s latest is pure entertainment and a joy to read.”
—RT Book Reviews on Back in Black
“Foster outwrites most of her peers.”
—Library Journal
“Intense, edgy and hot. Lori Foster delivers
everything you’re looking for in a romance.”
—New York Times bestselling author Jayne Ann Krentz
on Hard to Handle
“Lori Foster delivers the goods.”
—Publishers Weekly
“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,
I’m pleased to give you Savor the Danger, book three of my new series of über-alpha hunks featuring private mercenaries who are big, capable, a little dangerous and (I hope) oh-so-sexy. If you read the first two books, When You Dare and Trace of Fever, then you already know why I call them my men who “walk the edge of honor.”
Please note—each of the three books is a stand-alone, so they do not need to be read in order. You will meet characters from the previous books, but the relationships are briefly explained so that the books are independent. My novella in the anthology The Guy Next Door got things started by introducing you to characters related to the heroine of When You Dare.
To see more about the books, including how they’re related and more on the characters, visit my website at www.LoriFoster.com and feel free to chat with me on my Facebook fan page—www.facebook.com/pages/Lori-Foster/233405457965.
I’m very excited about these books, so I hope you enjoy them! Do let me know. My email is on my website.
Savor the Danger
Lori Foster
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
To the Animal Adoption Foundation,
a no-kill animal shelter in Hamilton, Ohio.
Continued gratitude to the shelter for the remarkable
work you do for animals. Gremlin (brother to Liger,
featured in Trace of Fever) is one of the cats that
my son adopted from you. Gremlin has a quirky
personality, a smoker’s meow and a purr that will
melt your heart. Thank you for “rescuing” him
so that we could make him a part of our family.
The AAF will always be one of my “pet projects”
whenever I do fundraising.
To learn more, visit www.AAFPETS.com.
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 ONE
WAKEFULNESS BROUGHT a crescendo beat of pain piercing his brain. He tried to swallow, but the desert at high noon couldn’t be as dry as his mouth.
What the hell was going on?
Disoriented, in agony, Jackson Savor got one eye open.
The source of his sharpest pain was a blinding ray of Kentucky’s morning sunshine slicing through the part in his bedroom curtains.
His curtains. So he was in his own apartment.
With one question answered, he closed his eye again and struggled to take inventory.
Had he been captured? Tortured?
Slowly, very slowly, he moved his right hand. His arm felt like lead, but he lifted it.
Sluggish, a little weak, but not bound, thank God.
He tried to move his left hand and realized that something warm and soft kept him pinned in place. He inhaled…and recognized the enticing, undeniable scent of woman.
Oh, shit.
Staying very still to avoid alerting anyone to his cognizance, Jackson opened his hand and…felt.
He didn’t need a clear head or his vision to know he palmed a very sweet female backside.
Huh.
The body beside him stirred. A slim, smooth leg came over his, gliding up and over his crotch. Inside he jolted, but outside he stayed perfectly still.
A woman purred, “You’re awake?”
Both eyes shot open with recognition. He snapped his head around so fast that pain nearly blinded him.
The knee resting over his dick shifted as the woman readjusted to better see him. “Is something wrong?” Shit, shit, shit. Carefully, his eyelids scraping like sandpaper, Jackson peered to his side and found none other than Alani Rivers. Sleepy, warm,