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John Vincent has always led a life of danger, and now he has every reason to want to remain as dead as the obituary in the Australian papers had proclaimed him to be. He’d left nothing behind in the life he had once led—except for one woman, and one night of unforgettable passion. Now, both will return to haunt him…
Bailey Serborne is still tormented by a past she can’t change and a man she hasn’t been able to forget. A man who was supposed to dead.. But now, a stroke of fate has revealed that sometimes, a woman is given a second chance to heal her heart—and exact the sweetest revenge…
"Leigh’s pages explode with a hot mixture of erotic pleasures.”—Romantic Times BOOKreviews
"Lora Leigh brings the heat and plenty of intrigue. HEAT SEEKER is aptly named because you'll hear and feel the sizzle every time you turn these pages. Filled with adventure, suspense, action and lots of hot loving, this one's a definite keeper!" --Night Owl Romance (Reviewer Top Pick!)
#1 New York Times bestseller, LORA LEIGH is the author of the Navy SEALS, the Breeds, the Elite Ops, the Callahans, the Bound Hearts, and the Nauti series.
It was a world Bailey hadn’t expected to ever enter again. She had left home fourteen years before vowing she would never return. After her parents deaths six years ago, there had never been a reason to return.
She stood beneath expensive crystal chandaliers, outfitted in a brilliant emerald designer dress and high heels, with emeralds and diamonds at her throat and ears. Diamond pins held her hair in place and a single emerald ring graced her hand as she lifted a champagne flute to her lips to sip.
Not cheap champagne here. This was best, some of the best that she had ever sipped in her life. Perhaps better than her own coming out ball when she had turned sixteen, and her father had definitely splurged on that.
She stared around the ballroom, let the orchestra’s music drift around her, and pretended it was just another assignment. That she was still with the CIA, that the op she was on was blessed by its director and that backup would be waiting if shit hit the fan.
She knew better. In this world there was no back up. There was just Bailey Serborne, the Serborne heiress. The prodigal daughter without a family to welcome her back into the fold. There were only the enemies that surrounded here.
“Bailey, how good to see you again.” She lifted her cheek with a smile and allowed yet another vapid smile to cross her lips as a kiss was brushed against her cheek.
Janice Waterstone. She was in her sixties and she still looked forty. Plastic surgery and cosmetics could accomplish miracles.
Janice was one in a long line of welcoming elite that was in attendance at the Serborne mansion that Bailey had opened two months before.
She’d returnedhome, supposedly with her tail tucked between her legs, her pride smarting from her dismissal from the agency. And the dismissal was nothing more than the truth, she could still hear her director screaming at her in his office. Milburn Rushmore’s face had been neon red, flushed and perspiring he’d been so pissed at her.
“It’s good to see you again, Janice.” The smile was as patently false as the other woman’s.
Janice was no more happy to see her here than Bailey was to be here. It was the social lie that mattered though, the persona, the façade presented to the world.
The Serborne fortune was one of the twelve largest in the world. In more than three hundred years it had never dwindled, it had always grown. And her family had always remained in the top tier of the social elite. The cream of the crop so to speak. American royalty.
She stared around the ballroom, remembering her mother’s balls here. The exquisite parties, the months of planning that had gone into them. Angelina Serborne had been an exacting hostess. Her parties were always enjoyed, and invitations were always envied.
“You have quite a crowd here,” Janice looked around with a smug smile. “I believe I even saw Sheik AbdulRhamadin and his bodyguard. Not to mention several of this years hottest actors.”
“Every invitation was accepted.” Bailey shrugged her bare shoulders.
“Of course they were.” Janice blinked back at her. “A Serborne invitation hasn’t been issued in six years. No one was going to miss this party, even if it was such short notice.”
In other words, it hadn’t been planned a year in advance.
“I’m home. I wanted to remember the good times,” she stated simply. “Mother loved the parties.”
Janice paused at the mention of Angelina then finally nodded as though her thoughts were pleasant for a change.
“Angelina and I used to plan her parties together,” Janice sighed. “I’ve missed her.”
Bailey finished her champagne. It was instantly snagged by a waiter and replaced with another.
“Excuse me Janice, I see someone I need to talk to,” Bailey excused herself before making her way across to the room to her nemesis.
Some men were so power hungry that they would do anything to achieve the position they sought. One of those men was Raymond Greer, a former CIA overseas operative.
Raymond had managed to slide into the Elite by the way of marriage to one Mary Grace Altman, a widow that he’d met while on a European cruise while undercover. Bailey wondered if Mary was aware that at one time, she was the former agents mark.
Raymond stood an easy six four, but he lacked the breadth and the muscle that would have made his height attractive. His face was shaped rather like a weasels, and she could honestly say she had never seen a real smile cross his lips.
“Hello Raymond, I’m glad you could make it.” She stepped up to the former agent and continued softly. “You’ve done very well for yourself.”
“Not all of us are born into wealth.” His smile was tight, almost angry as he spoke back just as softly. “Some of us definitely have to work for our retirement.”
Bailey’s brows arched as she glanced several feet from where they stood to Raymond’s delicate wife.
Mary was one of the sweetest people Bailey knew, and one of the few who understood the word sincerity. She was a sister to one of the men that Bailey hated most in the world, and the aunt to the girl that had once been Bailey’s dearest friend.
“Some things should never be considered work,” she stated softly as she turned back to him.
He glared back at her.
“Really Raymond, I’m your hostess, don’t you know you’re supposed to kiss my ass.” She brought her glass to her lips to hide her own gloating smile. “You’re letting your roots show my friend. That’s considered impolite.”
“What do you want?” He ran a hand over his balding brown hair and his hazel eyes flickered back to her in dislike.
Bailey shrugged at his question. “Really Raymond, we should be friends. We’ve come from the same world in some ways. The same dangers. We could trade war stories.”
Not in this lifetime and she knew it. Raymond despised her for her birth, just as she despised him for his arrogance. But that arrogance had been an inborn trait of his. He was finally where he had felt he had belonged all along. It didn’t matter how he’d had to lie, cheat, and perhaps even kill to get here.
Raymond’s gaze narrowed on her at her suggestion. “Funny, you were never interested in discussing anything with me before.”
She smiled at that. “And I’m not now, but there’s no sense in being enemies Raymond. We’re both a part of this society; we’ll see each other often. We should make the best of it.”
“You’re not interested in returning to the agency then?” he asked her, a hint of calculating in his voice and in his gaze.
It was a question she had been asked several times over the past weeks since returning home.
“You don’t have to insult me,” she informed him coldly. “I think we’re both aware that’s never going to happen.”
Let him get his strikes in, for now. She could handle them now as she had never been able to before.
“Because you were fired.” He smiled in gloating satisfaction.
Bailey gave a low, light laugh. “I quit. Rushmore just felt he should fire me in retaliation. Haven’t you heard? He didn’t like having someone on his team that didn’t believe he had a direct line to God.”
Raymond’s brow arched at that. She was repeating his own insults concerning Rushmore.
“Figured that out, did you?” He asked smugly. “I did warn you Bailey. Rushmore believes he’s above the rest of us. One of these days someone should put him in his place.”
“Six feet under,” she muttered before directing another tight smile in his direction. “If you’ll excuse me now, Raymond, I need to mingle a bit more. We should talk more later though.”
She moved away from him but glanced back at him, giving him the impression that she was considering more than a bullet through his head.
She was home. She was back in the bosom of society, a very elite society that had in recent decades become a law unto itself. Unfortunately, they didn’t police themselves very well and considered themselves so far above the laws that governed others that one or more of them had begun stepping into international terrorism. And murder.
As she greeted her guests and sipped at her champagne the image of her parents flashed through her mind. Ben and Angelina Serborne had been gracious, enduring. Her mother had smiled with genuine amusement or fondness, her father had had a deep belly laugh that never failed to make others laugh in turn.
And her father had been a patriot. A man dedicated to his country and its freedoms. It was a dedicated she suspected might well have ended in his death.
She should have returned sooner, she thought as she stared around the ballroom, took in the bright colors of the evening dresses, the dark tuxedo’s. This was Aspen’s winter finest, and mixed with them were six families that were part of a very elite group of powerful men. The richest of the rich. The most powerful. The most corrupt. She should have returned years ago and learned the secrets she was only now beginning to realize.
There were reasons why she had left home at eighteen. Reasons why she had turned her back on a fortune that would take four lifetimes to even put a dent in. Reasons why she had walked away from her parents and everything she had ever known in her life.
There were reasons why she was back now. Was of those reasons was to find the man responsible for the death of her parents. The man who had paid an international assassin known as Orion, to kill them.
She couldn’t ask Orion himself, he was dead. Taken out by an unknown group of soldiers or agents and killed in his bed. A shadowy force that didn’t even have a name. The same group that had kidnapped her in Atlanta.
Word in the underground was that the force that had taken out Orion were ghosts. Men that no one could identify, a team that no one could draw information on.
The thought sent a chill up her back as she forced it back and away from her. She’d walked away from Orion, knowing even as she fought the knowledge, that she didn’t have a chance of taking him on her own. She would never get the information she needed without returning here, she just hadn’t expected exactly what she had found once she came home.
“John Vincent. What the hell are you doing in Aspen?”
Bailey swung around at the male exclamation. Ian Richards and his wife Kira were in Aspen for vacation, the ex Navy SEAL had married one of the nation’s most sought after heiress’, Kira Porter, giving him entrée into some of the most exclusive parties.
And there, shaking hands with the burly ex SEAL was John Vincent. Every background check she had done on him had shown him as shady in his dealings as well as his business. He was a suspected hardware, information and arms broker to terrorists and drug cartels. A middle man that ensured a smooth and honest transaction among thieves. It was only fitting that he would know Richards with that cover. Ian Richards was also the son of one of the most notorious drug cartel rulers to exist, until he had been killed several years before.
Ian was accepted here because he was a SEAL, because drugs were as prevalent as the champagne that flowed like water and his wife was one very rich heiress.
“It’s been too long John.” Kira was accepting a kiss on her cheek from lips that Bailey dreamed about much too often. “Where have you been hiding?”
Bailey watched as John’s head lifted, glimpsed his laughing gray eyes and ate every detail with her senses. The strong slope of his brow, the bridge of his nose, those kissable lips and broad cheekbones. Sun bronzed flesh stretched over the broad planes and angles of his face as a dark overnight growth of beard shadowed his jaw.
He looked like a pirate. Like a man that took what he wanted and laughed at the opposition. He looked like exactly what he was supposed to be. Dangerously charming.
“Bailey, there you are.” Ian turned his head to her, a smile lighting his handsome features as she moved toward them. “Come meet a friend of mine.”
Meet a friend of his. Ian had been part of the Atlanta operation, though Bailey had glimpsed him only once or twice in the operation itself. Kira had been there as well, but Bailey had always suspected that the other woman was much more than she had ever presented herself as being.
“Ian.” She accepted his hand as she drew closer. “I’m so glad you and Kira could make it tonight.”
“We wouldn’t miss it.” He grinned as he turned back to John. “I’d like you’d to meet a friend of mine.” The introduction was done smoothly, casually, but Bailey could feel the hairs on the back of her neck rising in alarm.
She was being watched, closely. Someone was much too interested in this meeting.
“Mr. Vincent.” Her gaze was held by his as he took her hand and brought it smoothly to his lips.
A chill raced up her spine to explode at the back of her neck as electricity seemed to charge her entire body. She could feel her breasts swelling as his lips touched the sensitive flesh over her knuckles and brushed against them. Her nipples were hard, sensitive and between her thighs she was growing heated, wet.
“Miss Serborne,” he murmured as he lowered her hand. “It’s definitely a pleasure to meet you.”
She bet it was.
A smile curled her lips as she felt adrenaline pierce the haze of dark emotionlessness that had held her in its grip for too many weeks now. Suddenly she felt alive, she felt dangerous, she felt a thrill racing through her body that she couldn’t control.
“The pleasure is all mine,” she assured him, and it was. He was here for a reason, an operation. He was here, and she was laying money on the fact, to interfere in what she had begun just as he and his team had interfered in Atlanta.
She was playing on her home ground now. No one was taking this from her, least of all a man that had already stolen the pleasure of Orion’s death.
“Ian, you didn’t tell me the scenery here was this exceptional,” John murmured aside to his friend as he kept his gaze on hers. “I would have visited sooner.”
“The scenery only acquired certain additions recently,” Ian assured him.
Bailey kept her smile pleasant as she glanced at Ian and his wife. “Ian’s being overly kind,” she stated lightly. “So tell me Mr. Vincent, are you here for business or pleasure?”
“Well, I’m a business man.” He grinned. “I like to combine the two whenever possible, but at the moment, it’s definitely pleasure.”
It was definitely an operation. For a second, regret shimmered inside her before she pushed it back, ignoring it. She was nothing to him, and he was nothing to her evidently. She had to remember that, to remember anything else only threatened her control.
Her suspicions couldn’t be proved, no matter the time and effort she had put into that investigation. It was wishful thinking she continued to assure herself. She’d lost the man she loved and now she wanted nothing more than to find a way to bring him back. There was no bringing back the dead.
“Would you like to dance?” Still retaining her hand he stepped back from Ian and Kira.
Bailey allowed him to draw her onto the dance floor, holding her silence until she was in his arms, their bodies moving together to the slow, easy strains of the orchestra.
“What are you doing here?” She kept her lips against his shoulder to hide the words, her voice low enough that only he could hear her.
“We need to talk.” He didn’t answer her question, but she hadn’t really expected him to.
“Too bad.” She luxuriated in the feel of his body against hers, even with the clothing that separated them. There was something about him that she couldn’t ignore, couldn’t forget. Something that drew her like a moth to a flame. It was a very dangerous position to be in.
“Come on Bailey.” His lips brushed against her ear. “Just a few minutes of your time. I promise, you won’t regret it.” His hand stroked from her hip up, along her back, then back again.
“I regret meeting you to begin with,” she told him softly, noting the tension that tightened his body. “Why would tonight be any different?”
His hand tightened at her hip. “You never know, I could surprise you.”
She almost laughed at that statement. There was no surprise in store for her. The best he could do was manage to amaze her with the delivery of whatever he wanted from her. She had no doubt why he was here.
“You’re on my turf now,” she warned him. “I doubt there’s anything that you could do here that would surprise me, John.”
She surprised herself sometimes though. Now was one of those times. She was amazed at her reaction to him, at the excitement that filled her. He had taken the prize from her hands last time, and he was no doubt determined to do the same thing this time.
“It’s important Bailey,” he told her. “We need to talk, after the party.”
“After the party I’m going to be incredibly tired.” The song drew to a close as she stepped back from his hold. “Maybe later. Leave your number with the door man, I’m sure he’ll make certain I get it.”
He didn’t let her go. Catching her arm he drew her from the dance floor and to the wide double doors leaving from the ballroom.
She had a feeling he wouldn’t let this go so easily.
“Mr. Vincent, I can’t leave my own party,” she protested with feigned lightness, her temper was beginning to burn though.
“Just for a moment, Miss Serborne,” he promised as they passed the wide doors and he headed unerringly to the back of the house.
Their progress was being noted. The tingling at the base of her spine was building, assuring her that whoever had been watching her for most of the night still had their eyes on her. She’d tried to pinpoint the sensation all evening and had yet to assign it to one particular guest.
Whoever it was, they were good, better than she would have expected considering the people she knew she was dealing with. Of course, they had been skating by for years now, they would have grown adapt at hiding, she assured herself as John drew her straight to her own personal office.
The door had been locked earlier, it wasn’t locked now. Her brows arched as he opened the door and drew her inside before closing and locking it.
“Thank you for making such a spectacle of me.” She rounded him furiously then. “You dragged me through my own party like a disobedient pet.”
“And you were growling at me every step of the way,” he glowered back at her. “What part of, we need to talk, didn’t you want to understand?”
“The needing to talk part?” She opened her eyes wide in false amazement. “Did you somehow manage to misunderstand me?”
She crossed her arms over her breasts as she lifted her brow in curiosity. “You don’t take ‘no’ for an answer at all well, do you Mr. Vincent?”
His lips twitched in amusement. Now, didn’t it just make her day to know she amused him in some small part?
“I must admit, I have problems with that word,” he finally admitted. “Perhaps my mother said it too often when I was a child.”
She gave a short little snort at that. She doubted any woman had ever told him no.
“So what was so important that you felt the need to make a spectacle of me at my own party?” She questioned him coldly. “I hope it’s a matter of life or death, because really, there could be no other excuse for it.”
His brow lifted. The dark blond color against his sun bronzed flesh was incredibly alluring. He could have been a fallen angel, too ruggedly handsome for words, and too charming for his own good.
“You play the part of the society princess very well,” he mused. “I wouldn’t have expected it of you.”
She gave a little shrug of her bare shoulders. “You could say it’s in the blood,” she retorted mockingly.
At least, that was what her mother had always assured her. That she had the blood of American royalty running through her veins and she should always remember it. There hadn’t been a single member of her mother or her father’s family that hadn’t married well, that hadn’t married into true blood, if not blue blood.
“It’s easy to forget when you’re trussed up, blind folded and gagged,” he murmured with a wealth of amusement now. “The society princess gets pushed behind by the gutter fighter then.” He rubbed at his jaw where she had managed to head butt him months before in Atlanta.
“Back any animal into a corner and its going to come out biting,” she promised him. “Now, are you going to tell me what the hell you want or do I have to start guessing? I really don’t have time to guess, John.”
His lips pursed thoughtfully. “You’re still pissed over Atlanta, aren’t you?”
“Now why would I be pissed over Atlanta?” She asked him. “You just kidnapped me and nearly drugged me. You were directly responsible for my release from the agency and you refused to help me in any way while I was there. So what reason would I have to be pissed?”
John nodded. “As I assumed, you really have no reason not to help me then.” His grin was confident and way too arrogant.
“And you live in a dream world that I can only envy, big boy, someone should be kind and awaken you.”
His eyes narrowed. “We have a situation, Bailey, a very delicate one.”
“Sucks to be you.” She wasn’t about to admit that she was blazingly curious about his ‘situation’. No doubt, knowing him, the men he worked with and Wilburn Rushmore, she could count on the fact that they wanted nothing more than to use her. Forget working with her, or her working with them. It just didn’t work that way.
“You like pushing don’t you?” He asked softly, dangerously.
“I like wasting my time as well,” she informed him haughtily. “Now why don’t you get the hell out of my way and let me get back to my party. I was rather enjoying it before you decided to intrude.”
She moved to grip the doorknob and slide the lock open when he shifted, turned and before she knew it she found herself with her back against the panel, his large body pressing against hers, heating it further.
A sharp breath exhaled from Bailey’s lungs at the sensation of suddenly being flush against him, almost surrounded by him. It had obviously been too long since a man had touched her, too long since she had felt the warmth and hard thickness of an erection pressing against her, because her senses were rioting with it.
Bailey felt her knees weakening, she felt her heart racing, her breath coming hard and fast.
God she wanted him. As though she knew him, as though suspicion were indeed fact rather than wishful thinking.
“Don’t do this,” she whispered, her hands pressing against his chest as his head lowered, his lips coming much too close to hers.
“Don’t kiss you?” His lips quirked with sexy humor and dangerous intent. “Afraid you might change your mind, Bailey?”
“You like messing with my head,” she accused him. “If you think you can use my body against me John then you better think again. It’s not going to happen.”
“Bet me.”
The hard growl that left his lips was the only warning she had before his lips were covering hers and reality began recede. Wicked, driving hunger rose to the forefront of her senses, a starving need for touch that she couldn’t fight against, that her body had no desire to fight against.
Need and knowledge warred inside her mind now. The need for this kiss that she couldn’t seem to get enough of, and the knowledge that he was going to do exactly what she had sworn she wasn’t going to allow him to do. He was going to use her body against her. He was going to make her hungrier, he was going to fill her senses with him and sap the strength to fight from her.
She’d known in that warehouse two months ago that he was dangerous for her. She had known that her best course of action for her sanity and her heart was to stay as far away from him possible.
She’d run as far as she could run, and here he was, exactly where he shouldn’t be.
Her arms twined around his neck as his hand gripped her hips then slowly slid to her thighs as he pressed a knee between them. The hard muscle of his upper leg rode against the mound of her pussy, stroking the swollen bud of her clit as she fought for breath. Her hands speared into the overly long strands of dark blond hair and she held on for dear life as her hips writhed against his leg.
The friction against that most sensitive part of her body was overwhelming. Lust clamored inside her brain, the need for sex drove sharpened spikes of sensation racing over her nerve endings straight to her sex.
Her tongue rubbed against his, fought for dominancy in the kiss and finally conceded as he wrapped his fingers around the mound of a breast.
Bailey froze, her breath stilling in her throat as his thumb stroked over her nipple. She could feel the rioting pleasure rising inside her. She wanted to tear the material of her dress out of the way, she wanted bare flesh to meet bare flesh.
In the arms of a stranger.
God, she had lost her mind. She had lost what little control she still had of herself and finding it again seemed a lost cause.
He may be some super secret agent. It could all be a game. He could be just as his background assured her he was, a killer, a terrorist, a monster. And here she was surrendering to him without a shred of certainty either way.
She was so desperate for the past that she was creating her own fantasy, and she knew just how dangerous that was.
“No.”
She tore herself from his arms, stumbling away from him as she covered her lips with the back of her hand and stared back at him in horror.
He even kissed like Trent. Just like Trent. With the same voracious hunger, the same lustful intent.
“Get out!” She panted desperately. “Get out of my home before I have you thrown out.”
He looked as shell shocked as she felt. Staring back at her, his gray eyes thunderous, his lips swollen from her kiss, he looked as though the pleasure had punched him just as hard as it had her.
“This isn’t over,” he warned her. “We will talk, Bailey.”
“When hell freezes over,” she snapped, furious with herself as well as him.
His lips thinned. “Invest in plenty of heat then,” he warned her. “Because it’s coming. And it’s coming fast baby.”
He jerked the door open and stalked out. Every line of his body was tense and hard, projecting the furious lust that practically sizzled off his body as he stalked down the hall and back to the front of the house.
Bailey followed behind him, her heels snapping against the marble floor as she silently cursed him, as well as herself.
She’d be damned if she was going to allow him to manipulate her or to destroy what she was working on here. She knew his kind. He would take over, he would insist on dominance and she had no intentions of allowing anyone to dominate her at this point.
He was too much like Trent. She had loved Trent, ached for him after his death, but she had always known that eventually they would clash.
Stepping into the foyer she watched as he stalked past the open doors as the doormen pulled the open for him. One hand pressed to her stomach, the other hanging at her side, she fought to find her equilibrium once again.
Breathing in deeply she licked her lips then looked around, only to find her gaze caught and held by Raymond Greer’s. Her head lifted as her lips tightened. Just what she needed, for the bastard to see a weakness in her.
He was watching her like a beady eyed cobra waiting to strike. Calculating, manipulating.
She nodded toward him sharply before moving quickly back to the ballroom and the party she had organized so painstakingly. She was on a deadline. She didn’t have time to be drawn into John Vincent’s games. She didn’t have time to allow her heart to be broken again.
SavvyReader
Posted Mon Sep 14 00:00:00 EDT 2009
Basically in Heat Seeker you have billionairess ex-CIA operative pretending to be disenchanted with government Bailey Serborne hooking up with John Vincent, who is really her old partner and lover of one night former Australian Secret Intelligent Agent Trent Daylen, who like the other elite ops under Jordan Malone was "killed" and returned to life under another identity. Vincent like the rest owes Malone ten years of his life in return. If this long run on sentence has you confused, well the book was somewhat confusing with all of the ins and outs about who knew what, when, and where.
Serborne and Vincent are hot on the trail of one shadowy figure known as Warbucks who has stolen a top secret weapon, Crossfire, from one of Bailey's plants. Warbucks has been a shadowy arms and terrorist for years. Everything starts to converge in Aspen, CO.
Yes there are the steamy romance scenes Leigh is known for, but there were so many of them that they began to feel forced. In fact, at one point I thought perhaps the author wrote these first and then fashioned a convoluted, unbelievable plot around them. Both Serborne and Vincent seemed more like cardboard characters than real people.
And the main reason I gave the book two stars is due to the unbelievably sloppy editing in the book. There were grammatical issues. Dialogue without quotes which had you going back a bit to see if someone was saying the sentence or if it was actually description. There is some math that Leigh appeared to incorrectly add with regards to Trent/John being dead--like one plus five equals five instead of six. There is at least one place where Bailey's last name goes from Serborne to Serbourne. And then the main gaffe which almost every reader most likely caught is towards the end of the book when Warbucks has Mary. Right in the middle of the scene the book starts referring to her as Jules. And I believe if I remember correctly both names occurred in either one sentence or two sentences next to each other. Like many others I'm sure, I was paging backwards to figure out if I had somehow in my boredom missed a key character. And for a minute I thought I really spaced and was in the middle of a Suzanne Brockmann novel featuring Jules Cassidy! It is just genuinely hard to believe NO ONE caught this one error at least! Not Leigh herself, whoever read the book for editing mistakes, nor the printer/publisher with the final read through. Unbelievably sloppy on everyone's part.
I'll continue reading the series, but this one really fell flat in my estimation.
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Posted Thu Sep 17 00:00:00 EDT 2009
I love every book Lora Leigh has ever written, except this one! It is such a disappointment. I usually read her books in two or three days, but this one is still unfinished and I started it two weeks ago. The main characters are not developed, the story drones on and on about terrorist groups and weapons instead of concentrating on the characters. I have to say this is the worst book she has ever published. I feel like she may be running out of dialog with this series.
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Posted Sat Sep 26 00:00:00 EDT 2009
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Bailey is continuing her crusade to find the men/man responsible for her parents death. She has quit the CIA to focus on her own investigation and has gotten close enough that she will catch the killer. In comes the elite ops. John is sent in since he has had a relationship with Bailey in the past before his "death". He must work with her to bring the killer to justice. Whats different in this novel from Maverick and Wild Card is that the hero doesnt have as much baggage as Micah and Noah. He has managed to maintain his happy persona and readers are not given the emotional and traumatic issues from the prior heroes. I was more caught in the mystery and suspense aspect of this story than the romance between the heroine and hero. Not due to any fault of Leigh, the story was just that compelling because it continues the trail of Orion from Maverick. I really enjoyed Bailey's character and she had a lot more strength than Risa(obviously) and Bella, who could barely function after her husbands "death". This story was more upbeat and it didnt take long for Bailey to learn who John vincent really was although I think she fought the knowledge to avoid accepting that he walked away from her in the past. Worth the read, continues the story line and Leigh fans will enjoy. There are still a couple other "dead" agents to cover and I'm very curious to find out who Tehya was in her "past life". ...Reese
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Posted Sat Sep 12 00:00:00 EDT 2009
First of all, whoever edited this book should be fired. Secondly, the plot, if you can call it that, was convoluted and unbelievable. An heiress became a cia agent at 18 - really, in who's world? The leaps of logic we were asked to make was not possible. This book was so boring and unbelievable that I skipped whole pages. Recently, all of Ms. Leigh's books are the same book over and over with only name changes. I believe that I have read the last one from this author.
3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.
Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.I'm a huge fan of Lora Leigh and everything she writes. I love the Elite Ops Series, but I have to say that this one didn't do it for me. It was pretty much a repeat of two books shes written in the past combined together to get a new book. It was even a bit boring. Maybe I'm being to hard, but I've waited a very long time for this book and I feel like she just was trying to reach a deadline or something. Such a disappointment. Sorry but I hope she gets back on track.
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Posted Sat Apr 06 00:00:00 EDT 2013
I have read all the Elit Ops book and Loved every one of them! I totally recommend the series. All the books blend in with the next and am looking forward to reading more of Lora Leigh's books!
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Posted Mon Dec 17 00:00:00 EST 2012
I am really enjoying this series..so enjoyable to read and keeps me interested in it all..Hard to put down
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Posted Tue Nov 27 00:00:00 EST 2012
Great book
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Posted Tue Nov 13 00:00:00 EST 2012
We need warriors!Go to paradiseclan result one to join.Plz cpme!
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Posted Wed Oct 10 00:00:00 EDT 2012
Another great book from Lora, just love this series!
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Posted Sun May 13 00:00:00 EDT 2012
Can i speak with kestralstar?
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Posted Thu Oct 06 00:00:00 EDT 2011
Lora Leigh delivers again. If you like romance with a story, the elite ops series is for you. The story is full of suspense. The twist and turns will leave you breathless. The characters are realistic and full of life. John is a man any woman would desire. Bailey would be an example for any woman to aspire to.
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Posted Wed Jul 27 00:00:00 EDT 2011
So hot. Loved this book.
1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.
Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.I like Lora Leigh but she struck out with this one. The plot was good but it felt shoehorned between all the sex scenes. Seriously, it felt like every 20 pages or so they were at it again and it was repetitive. I started having to skip the scenes just to get to the plot. Big thanks to the posters who figured out that Jules was supposed to be Mary, 'cause I was wondering who the heck was Jules and why should I care what happened to her? The fact that this mistake occurred during the climax of the book was terrible. If you want to read it I would recommend checking it out of your local library and spend the $8 on something else that you might want to read more than once.
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Posted Mon Nov 16 00:00:00 EST 2009
She is one of the best. I can't get enought of her books.
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Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.I would recommend this book to everyone, it is a great book and has a great story inside. It is thrilling and steaming and romantic.
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Posted Sat Nov 07 00:00:00 EST 2009
I normally love Lora Leigh books but this one needs some rethinking. Of course it wouldn't be a lora leigh book without hot sex scnes but these were a bit cheesy.
The other huge thing was the editing. At first it just a letter here and there but at the end the character "Mary" kept getting switched to "Jules." I was like who the heck is Jules! It was distracting. Maybe Lora will figure it out and put out a revised copy.
1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.
Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.I have enjoyed other Lora Leigh books, and really wanted to enjoy Heat Seeker, too. The plot was promising, but unfortunately failed to reach a convincing conclusion. The characters did have some heated moments but unfortunately these scenes read like rehashes from some of the author's other books. But the biggest problem I had with Heat Seeker was the poor editing. I've never come across a book with so many typos and obvious grammar mistakes. All in all, I feel this book could have been good if someone had cared enough about the characterization and language.
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Posted Mon Dec 24 00:00:00 EST 2012
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Posted Sat Jun 23 00:00:00 EDT 2012
HELP WE CANT FIND 2 GIRLS THAT ARE NAMED ROSE AND ADICATED READER!
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Overview
John Vincent has always led a life of danger, and now he has every reason to want to remain as dead as the obituary in the Australian papers had proclaimed him to be. He’d left nothing behind in the life he had once led—except for one woman, and one night of unforgettable passion. Now, both will return to haunt him…
Bailey Serborne is still tormented by a past she can’t change and a man she hasn’t been able to forget. A man who was supposed to dead.. But now, a stroke of fate ...