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One
August 10 San Cristóbal South America
Dressed in black, shrouded by the night, T-FLAC opera- tive Huntington St. John melded with the darkness of the fetid alley behind the adobe jail. Night vision glasses made it possible to observe every inch of the inky interior of the cell through a narrow barred window high in the wall.
Empty.
Where in the hell was the prisoner?
It had taken six long, bloody months to discover this woman's identity. Six months, and the considerable resources of the counterterrorist organization Hunt worked for. It hadn't been easy, by God, and he was not leaving without her.
He needed a thief. Someone resourceful, cunning, and unscrupulous. Someone at the top of his game. Hunt wanted the best. Nothing less would do.
Determined to find the right thief, T-FLAC's crack team had scrutinized past burglary victims for the last five years. Limiting their search to individuals, or companies, with collections of fine gems who had the most sophisticated, advanced security systems. They'd compiled lists comprising thousands upon thousands of names. They'd cross-matched friends of the victims, relatives, staff, and lifestyle to find a common denominator.
Three hundred names had cross-matched, and 118 people appeared on more than six lists. A deep background check on those suspects turned up an interesting anomaly. Seventeen of the women had identical, or nearly identical, backgrounds. Or, rather, one woman had seventeen identities.
No one, other than himself and a few select T-FLAC operatives, even knew the thief was a woman. They'd finally connected the dots.
Hunt had his thief.
But where the hell was she?
An hour after ascertaining who she was, and with an educated guess, where she might be, he was wheels up and headed for South America. It was highly suspect that she just happened to be in the very city he needed her to be in. San Cristóbal.
In flight he'd knew she'd robbed José Morales followed by a quick arrest minutes before he touched down in San Cristóbal.
So, it was a fait accompli.
A quick, thorough search of her hotel room revealed nothing. Not a hint, not a clue. No surprise there. She never left clues. Ever. Which is why it had been so fucking hard to discover who she was in the first place.
This woman wasn't merely extraordinarily good at what she did, she was a phenomenon. And fearless.
She was the one he wanted. And by God, he'd have her. Even if, as he suspected, she'd been hired by someone else.
Despite intel to the contrary, her absence from the cell could be explained by one of three options: she'd been moved to another location, the other party had already extracted her, or she'd been killed.
Now that would be bloody inconvenient all around. He'd already invested enough time and energy. He wasn't about to start looking for someone else now.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed down a hallway. Clear, loud, deliberate. Two pairs--heavy, booted. And the odd, incongruous sound of chains rattling, like something out of a bad horror film.
One of the guards kicked open the cell door. It slammed against the adobe wall and let in muted light from the hallway to illuminate the cramped cell. "This time, bruja," the jailer threatened in Spanish, "you will not get free."
Hunt's mouth flattened into a thin line as he took in the tableau in the doorway.
Trussed up in chains, the woman couldn't brace herself as the guards flung her through the open door and onto the floor with a thud. Her head bounced on the cement and she let out a startled grunt of pain.
Hunt bit back a curse. This was precisely why he disliked women involved in missions. They were vulnerable and easily broken. He hated like hell seeing someone soft and delicate hurt.
The chains wrapped around her sounded almost musical as she rolled across the floor, until, stopped by the opposite wall, she lay still.
The two guards observed their prisoner for a few minutes from the doorway, speculating in rapid-fire Spanish as to whether the woman was a witch. Or worse. So, she'd attempted an escape, had she? He shook his head. Nice try, but no cigar, sweetheart. This prison built on the outskirts of town housed political prisoners, as well as the dregs of humanity. No one, including apparently a pro like her, had ever escaped.
Hunt was about to change that.
Listening to the conversation between the guards, Hunt shook his head. She'd given it her best shot five times. 5-0 wasn't a great track record, but it sure took guts. No wonder the men were pissed. No wonder they had a mile of bicycle chain wrapped around her body, and God only knew how many gleaming new padlocks fastened down her back. She'd be lucky to draw in an unrestricted breath, let alone stand.
The metal door clanged shut and the key ground harshly in the lock. Sorry to disappoint, hombres, but she's mine. He listened to the guards' footsteps retreat down the hallway toward the front of the jail.
The crunch of tires on gravel drifted between the buildings down the narrow alley where he waited. Headlights strobed over the single-story structures as cars and trucks pulled into the unseen parking lot of the seedy nightclub across the alley behind the jail.
Vehicle doors slammed. Glass clinked. Laughing voices rose. A band tuned up their instruments. The door of the dive opened and slammed. Opened and slammed. Opened, letting out the raucous sounds of the crowd warming up for the evening. All music to Hunt's ears.
He knew the bar would soon be packed to the rafters. The band would be loud enough to deafen anyone within a hundred yards, and the secondhand smoke would make a five-pack-a-day smoker look like a piker. This was almost too easy.
The night air felt thick and oppressive. Not even a glimmer of a star broke the blackness of the sky overhead. San Cristóbal in midsummer was not for the fainthearted. He'd been here several years ago on another op. The sprawling city on the edge of the rain forest was too damn crowded for his liking. Known for its topless beaches and raunchy night life, it wasn't one of Hunt's favorite places.
The atmosphere was a South American version of spring break--noise, people, skin, and excessive drinking. The combination usually turned things ugly before midnight. It was a quarter till.
In the distance, a dog's barks turned to mournful howls. A car backfired. Lights continued strafing the roofline as more vehicles turned into the parking lot of the club. A steel guitar riffed in a jangle of bad chords, followed by the thump of sticks on the drum as the band continued its warm-up.
The chains wrapped around the woman chinked. Good. If she could move, she wasn't too badly hurt. As far as Hunt was concerned, as long as she could talk and think long enough to tell him what he wanted to know, that was sufficient.
In theory, he had no problem with her captivity.
She was where thieves belonged.
But not where he needed her to be for the moment.
Oblivious to the muggy heat causing his dark shirt to stick to his back, he gave a quick tug to the clamps he'd hooked to the bars earlier, making sure they were secure. A clever T-FLAC invention, the device, small enough to fit in his pocket, it consisted of a complex series of pulleys and thin metal cable, and needed very little pressure to act as a fulcrum.
The band segued into their first number. What the group lacked in talent they made up for in volume. The ruckus from the club would drown out all but an atomic bomb.
"Thanks," Hunt muttered dryly as he exerted the small hand movement necessary to activate the tool. Inside the cell the chinking of the chains abruptly stopped.
He stepped aside as window frame, bars, and chunks of plaster came out of the old adobe wall with a grinding thunk.
Two
San Cristóbal
What," the icy voice in Theresa Smallwood's ear dripped fury, "do you mean there was nothing there? You arranged for the arrest immediately when she got back to her hotel, like I told you, didn't you?"
Sweat pooled in the small of Theresa's back as she pressed the receiver against her ear. The sound of the long-distance-distorted voice crawled over her skin like the tiny feet of a dozen spiders. The cramped phone booth stunk of pee, sweat, and fear. Theresa was responsible for two out of the three.
She shuddered, knuckles white as she clenched the receiver, and forced herself to respond. Forced her voice to remain steady. Competent.
"No more than three seconds," she assured her boss. She prayed she didn't sound as scared as she felt. They both knew how important this assignment was.
How dare that fucking thief put her life in danger? Theresa thought, still shaken with anger. She'd asked the girl to work for her. She'd offered to pay her, and pay her well, to retrieve the contents of Morales's safe. Which, for Christ's sake, she was going to do anyway. The girl refused Theresa flat out.
"Smallwood?"
Theresa swallowed fear-thick spit. "She'd barely closed the door when the Federales grabbed her." She hadn't had a chance to hide anything. And Christ knew, she was too damn slick to have gone to all that trouble to hand it over to the police.
Theresa had waited a few minutes to make sure no one saw her, then tossed the hotel room. Politely. Professionally. No-one-would-suspect carefully. Nothing. Not a fucking thing. Nada. Zip.
"Then you have what I want," the voice said smoothly in her ear. Not a question. Never a question.
Theresa's armpits prickled with dread and her mouth went bone dry. She needed a drink, she needed one bad. "I'll meet with our Rio contact as planned. Tomorrow," she said with utmost conviction, the answer implicit.
The air seemed to vibrate menacingly around Theresa as the silence on the other end of the phone lengthened. When she heard a click instead of the ass-reaming she expected, she let the phone drop and slumped back against the bullet-riddled glass of the phone booth as though she were a puppet with her strings cut.
She'd find the bitch if it was the last thing she did.
She exited the phone booth, then strode across the gravel lot of the abandoned gas station to the rental car.
Oh, she'd find the girl all right. She'd find the girl, retrieve what she'd stolen, and then slice her skin from her skinny body in one long ribbon like peeling a fucking apple. Theresa hadn't gotten where she was by letting emotions get in the way of business. Business was brutal.
If she had to screw the brains out of every cop in this godforsaken city to find out where the woman was being held, she vowed she'd do it.
Theresa was proud of the small elegant black rose tattooed on the small of her back. One day soon she would have more petals added, and she'd be the Black Rose. Until then she'd do her job, and do it well. And when the time came, she'd carve that full-blown rose tattoo off the current Black Rose's skin.
She opened the car door, slid behind the wheel, and buckled up for safety as she pulled out of the dark lot. For more immediate gratification, she thought of the thief's big black eyes, that smooth, dusky skin, and decided she'd leave the girl's face for last.
Three
Hear me now, do you, sweetheart?" a man said softly in the darkness. Well, yeah. He'd just knocked down the wall and his shoes crunched in the grit on the floor as he walked toward her. Hard to miss. Taylor stayed where she was, the chains loosely covering her body, wondering if he could see she'd managed to free herself already? Nah. Too dark.
She twisted her body in the direction of his voice. Rancid air wafted through what she presumed was a hole in the wall. Stink had never smelled so good. "The cavalry, I presume?" she whispered.
"Something like that." His deep voice was rich and gravelly, his tone dry, and vaguely British.
She had no clue who he could be. Had the woman who'd approached her this morning sent him? It was the only logical explanation. She didn't know anyone in San Cristóbal. Or rather, she didn't know anyone who should know she was in jail. She didn't need or want a partner, and she'd repeat what she'd told Theresa Smallwood this morning, as soon as he got her the hell out of here.
He crouched down beside her before she realized he was that close. Wow. Impressive. He moved like a cat. A big, strong, powerful cat.
"Are you badly hurt?" he asked, hands moving over the chains. "Where's the start of this thing?"
"I'll live. They didn't have me quite as secure as they thought." Taylor shrugged the chains off her shoulders and staggered to her feet. He grabbed her upper arm as she swayed. The pounding in her head made her teeth ache, and she was grateful for the steadiness of the large hand holding her upright.
The cell was as dark as the black hole of Calcutta, but even though she couldn't see him, she could feel the heat of his large body beside her. She had an irrational urge to let her head drop to his chest. Only for a moment. The novelty of someone rescuing her shouldn't be wasted. Instead of succumbing, Taylor locked her knees. Air fanned across her face. He had, she guessed, waved a hand in front of her nose.
"Can you see me?" he whispered.
Lord he smelled good, she thought absently. For an instant her pulse accelerated with a purely female response. Then her survival instincts kicked back in. "Of course not," she whispered back. "It's pitch--" she tilted her head. "Can you see me?"
"Yeah. Even without the nvg's."
Night vision glass. Excellent. He was a regular Boy Scout. She stuck out her hand. "Let me try the glasses." He dropped the nvg's into her palm.<<br>
Continues...
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Posted September 9, 2008
The T-FLAC books have become the same plot with slight variances. Alpha male T-FLAC agent and female agent/thief/undercover/damsel in distress. All women have fabulous bodies which we hear about constantly. Women often naked (male counterparts aren¿t), sometimes in front of more than one man. Hot sex. Chasing drug dealers/terrorists/kidnappers etc. In Hot Ice the timeline didn¿t¿ make any sense. 3:33 PM is the deadline for detonation. They were supposed to leave the camp at 11:00 PM the day before. Instead Hunt wakes Taylor up at 5:30 AM the day of the detonation, ten hours before melt down. It took six and a half hours to get through one level, two for another, three and a half for another, four for another which is already sixteen hours and there were seven levels. Even if they HAD left at eleven they still wouldn¿t have had enough time. $600 for a pair of thong panties? Preview on the next book is more of the same so I think I¿ll pass.
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Posted September 5, 2005
Cherry Adair has made a name for herself with the exciting series of T-FLAC books. Each story, featuring a hot, sexy operative of this privately funded, top-secret, anti-terrorist group has the twists and turns of an action-adventure novel and the steam of a high-powered Jacuzzi. HOT ICE is no different, with Huntington 'Hunt' St. John taking center stage, attempting to gain intel on a terrorist madman named Jose Morales. Morales, a man who believes that anyone who disagrees with his beliefs deserves to die, has been amassing jewels, art, and weapons in an underground mine for years. Hunt, assigned to find out when Morales attends to strike the world¿s population, needs to open the top-of-the-line safe in his domain to gather the computer disks that are there¿he¿s sure that those disks hold all of the information he needs to deter Morales and his mission. The problem is that he needs someone who can open the supposedly uncrackable safe, and there¿s only one person who can do that¿Taylor Kincaid, a jewel thief and safe cracker who is thought to be the best in the world. Unfortunately, before Hunt can reach Taylor and plead for her assistance, Taylor is arrested in San Cristobel for breaking into the home of¿you guessed it¿Jose Morales. Now Hunt believes he has the ultimate power chip to get Taylor to help him¿he¿ll bail her out of jail if she gives him the computer disks that she stole. Taylor, of course, plays dumb, assuring Hunt that she has no idea what he¿s talking about. But when Morales¿s henchmen come to pay her a visit, Taylor has second thoughts on holding out on Hunt. After all, the man with the power and resources of T-FLAC behind him might be the only person who can keep her alive long enough to bring down the terrorist. Ms. Adair has penned another sexually charged winner. The action-adventure part of the story is top-notch, with believable characters and situations that will have you rooting for the good guys and crying for the downfall of Morales and his men. The sexual chemistry between Hunt and Taylor isn¿t necessarily instantaneous, but it¿s an integral part of the story. Neither one of them is sure that they can truly trust the other, and the situations they find themselves in only add to the age-old idiom of whether they really love each other or are just responding to the danger around them. I did miss seeing the Wright brothers in HOT ICE, the operatives from the previous T-FLAC stories, but Hunter St. John is an intriguing and sexy new hero, and his alternate aloofness and genuine caring made for an intriguing story. Taylor is a woman that reminds you of Lara Croft in Tomb Raider or a non-vampire-fighting Buffy, and her slow nature of trusting added depth and emotion to the storyline. All in all, HOT ICE is definitely a book to pick up¿you won¿t be disappointed!
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Posted May 5, 2005
Taylor Kincaid is a jewel thief, the best in the business. She has been after the famous Blue Star diamonds for a short while now. The man who 'acquired' them for his wife is supposed to currently have them at his terrorist compound in South Africa, within a special safe that could not be cracked. Taylor does not find the diamonds. By the time she is in the 'uncrackable' safe they are gone. However, she takes everything else. She has no clue that she inadvertently pockets valuable disks filled with security codes. ............................................. Huntington 'Hunt' St. John is a top T-FLAC operative. He and his team specialize in counter terrorism. They desperately need the disks Taylor stole from José Morales's safe. They also need her expertise. Morales is the head of 'Mano del Dios'. For many years he has prepared for a special event. One he believes God has chosen him for. Friday, October thirteenth, is D-day unless Hunt and his team can stop him. First they must capture Taylor, then 'convince' her to help. Morales has a nuclear missile ready. In order for the team to reach it and deactivate it, they must live through seven levels of deadly traps. Without Taylor's cooperation, it is impossible. With it, the chances of success are still slim, but it is better than nothing. If they fail, millions will die. .................................................................... ...................... ***** There is not really much romance at all in this Romantic Suspense. The two main characters are attracted to each other, but by the end of the story I, as the reader, did not feel that they could possibly be in true love. Most of the novel is dedicated to capturing Taylor and convincing her to help. The author did an excellent job on that, as well as, on the seven levels. Fans of the games or movies in the 'Tomb Raider' series will be enthralled! Highly recommended. *****
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Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.T-FLAC operative Huntington St. John blows out a wall of San Cristobel prison and rescues jewel thief Taylor Kincaid, who is blind probably from guards slamming her head on the rock hard floor. He takes her to a safe place and demands she provide him with the codes that along with diamonds she stole from Morales. She denies taking any codes and wonders if Hunt works for Theresa Smallwood whose deal she earlier rejected............................ Though attracted to Taylor or whatever her name is as she has used a lot of aliases over the years, Hunt knows the codes are critical if he is to stop Morales and the Mano del Dios terrorists from causing a nasty incident in sixty days. Smallwood wants her too, but unlike Hunt who tries to avoid collateral damage, she and her top spy group do not care who dies as long as their cause is further served. Then there is Morales who wants Taylor back because no one escapes his wrath of God mentality.................... HOT ICE is an action packed thriller that contains a strong cast who meet at Taylor, the focus of frenzied activity. Taylor is the key to the tale and she holds up well though her shadowy successful cat burglary profession seems to have failed her with Morales, Smallwood, and St. John. The attraction between Hunt and Taylor enhances the overall suspense as that is just one more thing out of control for the heroine. Cherry Adair writes a strong thriller that grips the reader from start to finish wondering who will come on top in an exciting antiterrorist espionage encounter.............. Harriet Klausner
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Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.Taylor Kincaid is a jewel thief on the trail of the Blue Star diamonds. Unfortunately, when she acquires them she also gets top secret security codes that people will be dying to retrieve. TFLAC operative Huntington St. John is on Taylor’s trail, determined to get the codes from her. He needs them to stop a deadly terrorist group. Hot Ice is a must read for any fan of Cherry Adair’s TFLAC series. I really enjoyed getting to know Hunt and Taylor and watching them fall for each other. Hot Ice is not to be missed!
Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.Every time I read one of Cherry Adair's books I always finish it and say "that was my favorite!" Until the next one of her books that is :) This one truly was one of my favorites though, I think it was because of the heroine being a jewel thief! A must read, just like the rest of her books!
Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.Hot Ice is another great TFLAC book by the awesome Cherry Adair. I loved it from start to finish. It keeps you guessing about what is going to happen next and what does happen you don't expect. A really great read that is filled with plenty of action and romance, definitely worth your time.
Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.Cherry Adair has made a name for herself with the exciting series of T-FLAC books. Each story, featuring a hot, sexy operative of this privately funded, top-secret, anti-terrorist group has the twists and turns of an action-adventure novel and the steam of a high-powered Jacuzzi. HOT ICE is no different, with Huntington "Hunt" St. John taking center stage, attempting to gain intel on a terrorist madman named Jose Morales. <BR/><BR/>Morales, a man who believes that anyone who disagrees with his beliefs deserves to die, has been amassing jewels, art, and weapons in an underground mine for years. Hunt, assigned to find out when Morales attends to strike the world's population, needs to open the top-of-the-line safe in his domain to gather the computer disks that are there-he's sure that those disks hold all of the information he needs to deter Morales and his mission. The problem is that he needs someone who can open the supposedly uncrackable safe, and there's only one person who can do that-Taylor Kincaid, a jewel thief and safe cracker who is thought to be the best in the world. <BR/><BR/>Unfortunately, before Hunt can reach Taylor and plead for her assistance, Taylor is arrested in San Cristobel for breaking into the home of-you guessed it-Jose Morales. Now Hunt believes he has the ultimate power chip to get Taylor to help him-he'll bail her out of jail if she gives him the computer disks that she stole. Taylor , of course, plays dumb, assuring Hunt that she has no idea what he's talking about. But when Morales's henchmen come to pay her a visit, Taylor has second thoughts on holding out on Hunt. After all, the man with the power and resources of T-FLAC behind him might be the only person who can keep her alive long enough to bring down the terrorist. <BR/><BR/>Ms. Adair has penned another sexually charged winner. The action-adventure part of the story is top-notch, with believable characters and situations that will have you rooting for the good guys and crying for the downfall of Morales and his men. The sexual chemistry between Hunt and Taylor isn't necessarily instantaneous, but it's an integral part of the story. Neither one of them is sure that they can truly trust the other, and the situations they find themselves in only add to the age-old idiom of whether they really love each other or are just responding to the danger around them. <BR/><BR/>I did miss seeing the Wright brothers in HOT ICE, the operatives from the previous T-FLAC stories, but Hunter St. John is an intriguing and sexy new hero, and his alternate aloofness and genuine caring made for an intriguing story. Taylor is a woman that reminds you of Lara Croft in Tomb Raider or a non-vampire-fighting Buffy, and her slow nature of trusting added depth and emotion to the storyline. All in all, HOT ICE is definitely a book to pick up-you won't be disappointed!
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Posted October 23, 2007
Cherry Adair has made a name for herself with the exciting series of T-FLAC books. Each story, featuring a hot, sexy operative of this privately funded, top-secret, anti-terrorist group has the twists and turns of an action-adventure novel and the steam of a high-powered Jacuzzi. HOT ICE is no different, with Huntington 'Hunt' St. John taking center stage, attempting to gain intel on a terrorist madman named Jose Morales. Morales, a man who believes that anyone who disagrees with his beliefs deserves to die, has been amassing jewels, art, and weapons in an underground mine for years. Hunt, assigned to find out when Morales attends to strike the world's population, needs to open the top-of-the-line safe in his domain to gather the computer disks that are there-he's sure that those disks hold all of the information he needs to deter Morales and his mission. The problem is that he needs someone who can open the supposedly uncrackable safe, and there's only one person who can do that-Taylor Kincaid, a jewel thief and safe cracker who is thought to be the best in the world. Unfortunately, before Hunt can reach Taylor and plead for her assistance, Taylor is arrested in San Cristobel for breaking into the home of-you guessed it-Jose Morales. Now Hunt believes he has the ultimate power chip to get Taylor to help him-he'll bail her out of jail if she gives him the computer disks that she stole. Taylor , of course, plays dumb, assuring Hunt that she has no idea what he's talking about. But when Morales's henchmen come to pay her a visit, Taylor has second thoughts on holding out on Hunt. After all, the man with the power and resources of T-FLAC behind him might be the only person who can keep her alive long enough to bring down the terrorist. Ms. Adair has penned another sexually charged winner. The action-adventure part of the story is top-notch, with believable characters and situations that will have you rooting for the good guys and crying for the downfall of Morales and his men. The sexual chemistry between Hunt and Taylor isn't necessarily instantaneous, but it's an integral part of the story. Neither one of them is sure that they can truly trust the other, and the situations they find themselves in only add to the age-old idiom of whether they really love each other or are just responding to the danger around them. I did miss seeing the Wright brothers in HOT ICE, the operatives from the previous T-FLAC stories, but Hunter St. John is an intriguing and sexy new hero, and his alternate aloofness and genuine caring made for an intriguing story. Taylor is a woman that reminds you of Lara Croft in Tomb Raider or a non-vampire-fighting Buffy, and her slow nature of trusting added depth and emotion to the storyline. All in all, HOT ICE is definitely a book to pick up-you won't be disappointed!
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Posted July 17, 2007
The story has it all! Romanance. Adventure. Sex. It keeps you on the edge of your seat, unable to put the book down. Great characterization and good story with meaningful interactions. A must read!
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Posted July 16, 2005
Cherry Adair has done it again with her latest book in the T-FLAC series. Hot Ice is loaded with adrenaline and high-octane romance. Ms. Adair lets you have it with both barrels as the book opens and time is running out as T-FLAC operative Huntington St. John closes in on the one woman who has eluded many of their operatives for the last six months. ... Taylor Kincaid is the best in her field and prides herself on a job well done. Of course her profession is not one that can be readily spoken of in social circles. Taylor is a jewel thief and a damn good one at that. Because of her renowned skills the counterterrorist organization T-FLAC is tracking her down for their next operation. A religious fanatic, Jose¿ Morales has managed to acquire a Nuclear weapon and intends to cleanse the earth of sinners with it starting with Las Vegas. ... Taylor not only holds the key but she is key in completing this mission. During one of her latest acquisitions she swept Morales safe clean. Her only concern was in finding the Blue Diamonds, however the safe took longer than expected so she seizes the entire contents and figures she can sort it out later. What Taylor doesn¿t realize is that in the process she manages to acquire the one thing T-FLAC needs to access the warhead. ... Enter T-FLAC leader Huntington St. John, or Hunt as his friends call him, a man who prides himself on being very focused when accomplishing his mission. He has tracked Taylor down to South America and a dark cell in San Cristobal. Hunt manages to break her out of the jail and take her to a safe house. Thinking the rest of this mission should be pretty much standard operating procedure he underestimates Taylor as she escapes his grasp. Hunt, while not happy about the escape, can¿t seem to shake an attraction he feels for her. ... What Hunt thought would be a fairly cut and dried mission has turned utterly complicated as he again tracks down Taylor. And each time they come together they struggle with their growing emotions and attraction. But when you are on so much adrenaline trying to survive from one incident to the next, how do you know if this could be love? And even if this is love how could two people from opposing thrill-seeking worlds possibly stand a chance? ... Hot Ice is a sure thing! Ms. Adair¿s characters are well supported by the secondary T-FLAC operatives that assist in the mission. The villain is equally well developed as you come to learn how a man like Jose¿ Morales became so twisted, that you almost feel sorry for him¿almost! Ms Adair weaves in clever tools and ingenious methods to solve this assignment. There has also been great detail given to the locations/settings, which span many continents. And the ability to bring it all together in a pulse-pounding climax will leave the reader breathless and well satisfied by the time you close this book.
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Hot Ice by Cherry Adair is the long awaited Huntington St. John story. It was well worth the wait.________ Huntington St. John is a top T-Flac agent, hot on the trail of a top-notch jewel thief. This thief is one of the best and Hunt needs her skills to stop a demented terrorist. Before Taylor Kincaid can help Hunt, he has to spring her from a foreign jail. From their first meeting Taylor keeps Hunt on his toes. ________ Taylor Kincaid enjoys the thrill of the chase. She excels at her craft and it gives her great pleasure to return the items she takes to their rightful owner. Taylor wasn¿t expecting Huntington St. John to find her again after she gave him the slips a few months ago. Taylor unknowingly has vital information she obtained by accident in a previous heist. She agrees to help Hunt to bring down the bad guys.________ Hot Ice has all the elements I love in a romantic suspense novel. Top-notch intrigue, good vs. evil, hotter then hot hero and heroine, it¿s the total package. Hunt and Taylor excel at one upmanship, witty dialogue and explosive passion. Ms. Adair has written another winner.
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Overview
Diamonds–jewels of every kind, in fact–are Taylor Kincaid’s best friends. The only thing she enjoys more is the challenge of stealing them, at which she excels like few others in ...