Dangerous Lover
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Dangerous Lover

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by Lisa Marie Rice

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"I don’t want to be alone tonight."

Caroline Lake can hardly believe she would ever say these words to someone she'd never met before. When a tall, dark stranger arrives wanting to rent a room in her beautiful empty shell of a mansion, she hesitates. Though she is in dire financial straits, the man looks dangerous—dangerously sexy. She's overwhelmed

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"I don’t want to be alone tonight."

Caroline Lake can hardly believe she would ever say these words to someone she'd never met before. When a tall, dark stranger arrives wanting to rent a room in her beautiful empty shell of a mansion, she hesitates. Though she is in dire financial straits, the man looks dangerous—dangerously sexy. She's overwhelmed by the desire he sparks in her—hotter than anything she's ever felt before, making her ache to experience his sensuous touch. But who is this armed and mysterious man with danger following in his wake? He's not who she thinks he is . . .

Jack Prescott has wanted Caroline forever. He has spent the past twelve years dreaming of her, desiring her, while fighting in some of the worst hellholes on earth. Now he's back, with twenty million dollars in blood diamonds and a relentless enemy stalking him. But this time Jack's determined that nothing will stop him from finally making Caroline his.

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HarperCollins Publishers
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Dangerous Series, #1
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5.30(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.90(d)

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Dangerous Lover

Chapter One

Summerville, Washington
Christmas Eve
Twelve years later

She was here.

He could feel her, he could smell her.

Walking into the small bookshop with the old-fashioned bell over the door, the man now known as Jack Prescott knew he'd found her.

He was exhausted, having traveled for forty-eight hours straight, on a pirogue from Obuja to Freetown, via Air Afrique from Lungi Airport to Paris, Air France from Paris to Atlanta, Delta from Atlanta to Seattle, then a rickety puddle jumper he could have flown better himself to Summerville.

Even through his exhaustion, though, his senses were keen. Twelve years later, he could still recognize her touches. The candles on the windowsill, the gentle harp music playing faintly in the background, a smell of cinnamon, vanilla, roses and her. Unmistakable, unforgettable.

Coming in from the airport, the news that she was still in Summerville and, astonishingly, still single had blown him away. He hadn't been expecting that. He hadn't been expecting anything but difficulty and frustration in tracking her down.

He had all the time in the world to do it in, now.

Colonel Eugene Prescott's death had freed him from bonds of loyalty and love. The day after the Colonel's death, Jack had sold ENP Security and flown to Sierra Leone to take care of the last of his responsibility to the man who'd become his father.

It had cost gunfire and bloodshed, pain and violence, but he'd taken care of the mess as his father had asked on his deathbed. Jack had done what had to be done, salvaged his father'sreputation, punished the fuckers who'd mounted a rogue operation, and was finally, finally free from all responsibility for the first time in twelve years.

His life as a Ranger and his duty to the Colonel and his company had kept him busy. As long as the Colonel was alive, Jack had tried to keep Caroline out of his head, and he was successful, mostly—except at night. She had her life, wherever it was, and he had the Colonel to serve. But after stopping Vince Deaver, he was free. He'd turned straight around and flown as fast as modern aviation could take him from Africa to Summerville.

It was crazy, he knew it was crazy to look for her here, twelve years later. Why would Caroline stay in Summerville? She was beautiful, talented, smart, rich. She'd end up where all beautiful, smart, talented, rich women go—some big city on a coast. Maybe even abroad.

And no way could she be single, not someone who looked like Caroline. She'd be married with kids. Any man in his right mind would snatch her right up and keep her pregnant to be sure she stayed.

He had no illusions. Caroline wasn't for him. She was probably happy and fulfilled, with a family of her own. Jack knew he'd never have a family, it wasn't in his destiny.

He was going to keep out of Caroline's life because he had no place in it.

But Jack had to see her. Needed to see her, like he needed to breathe. Just one more look before starting the next stage of his life, whatever that would be. He'd closed the door on ENP Security when he'd buried his father. The company was gone, the house sold. Everything he needed was in his duffel bag and suitcase. He was ready to turn the page, right after one last look at her.

So he'd come here to start his quest, to the last place he'd been before becoming Jack Prescott, to the last place he'd seen Caroline. Her family was established here, there was bound to be a way to track her down.

He didn't care where she'd gone—whether she was still in the U.S. or had settled abroad or had gone to the moon. He was an excellent tracker—the best there was. He'd find her, eventually, however long it took. He had the rest of his life to do it in, and he certainly wasn't hurting for money.

Just one look, and he'd disappear forever.

In the end, he didn't have to track her down, though. The taxi driver in from the airport knew where she was.

Here. Right here, where she'd been all along. In Summerville.


Jack had been planning on checking into a hotel, cleaning up, having a nice meal in a restaurant, then sleeping for twenty-four hours. He'd been in a firefight, and he'd been traveling for two days straight. He was exhausted.

It was Christmas Eve. Everything would be closed on Christmas Day and the next day, Sunday. On Monday, he planned to start his search for Caroline.

But then the taxi driver said Caroline Lake—his Caroline Lake—was still in Summerville and ran a small bookshop, and so there was no question where he'd go.

Straight to her.

Quick, light footsteps on the hardwood floor and shit, before he was ready, there she was.

"Oh!" Caroline Lake stopped suddenly, the welcoming smile dying on her face as she saw him. "He-hello."

He knew what she saw.

She saw a tall, heavily muscled man with long black hair tied back carelessly, dressed in cheap, rough, dirty, crumpled clothes. He hadn't showered or shaved in three days, and he knew that lines of exhaustion creased his stubbled face.

He knew what she felt, too.


She was alone with him. He had unusually sharp hearing, and he heard no other human sounds in the small shop. The icy sleet storm outside was so severe that the streets outside were deserted, as well. If he turned out to be violent, there would be no one to hear her cries for help.

There was nothing he could do about the way he looked—dangerous. The truth was, he was every inch as dangerous as he looked.

Though Caroline couldn't possibly see the Glock in the shoulder holster, or the tactical folder in the boot or the .22 in the ankle holster, an armed man carries himself differently than an unarmed man. He'd killed four men two days and two continents ago. At some subliminal level, she was picking up on this.

Dangerous Lover. Copyright © by Lisa Rice. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

Meet the Author

Lisa Marie Rice is a virtual woman who exists only at the keyboard when writing erotic romance. She disappears when the monitor winks off.

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