The Midas Trap (Silhouette Bombshell #39) [NOOK Book]

Overview

Her reputation was trashed. He'd helped ruin it. Now he needed her knowledge. A trap...or the chance of a lifetime?

Archaeologist Veronica Bright believed some myths were real, from the Ark of the Covenant to Pandora's Box. Her theories made her the laughingstock of the scientific community, so when she got a lead on the legendary Midas Stone, nothing could stop her--not even having to team up with the arrogant Dr. Simon Owens, the very man ...

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The Midas Trap (Silhouette Bombshell #39)

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Overview

Her reputation was trashed. He'd helped ruin it. Now he needed her knowledge. A trap...or the chance of a lifetime?

Archaeologist Veronica Bright believed some myths were real, from the Ark of the Covenant to Pandora's Box. Her theories made her the laughingstock of the scientific community, so when she got a lead on the legendary Midas Stone, nothing could stop her--not even having to team up with the arrogant Dr. Simon Owens, the very man who'd helped destroy her career.

But they weren't the only ones after the stone. The legend ignited a cutthroat race that would take them from the catacombs of the Vatican to the temples of Greece. Now Veronica's greatest adventure could be her downfall--for the very thing that could redeem her could also destroy her....

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Editorial Reviews

Romantic Times Magazine
...a wonderful book with well-orchestrated characters and a fast-moving, riveting plot...A fun and exciting read!
4.5 TOP PICK, April 2005, Alexandra Kay
From The Critics
...an absolutely terrific book! ...You will not be disappointed and you will not be able to put this book down.
4.5 Stars, The Romance Readers Connection
Jeri Neal
...an absolutely terrific book! ...You will not be disappointed and you will not be able to put this book down.
4.5 Stars, The Romance Readers Connection
Leigh Thomas
...I had a blast reading it....All About Romance
Jennifer Bishop
...a tale of myths and legends, romance and adventure, and a book I highly recommend.
Romance Reviews Today
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426867057
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 6/21/2010
  • Series: Silhouette Bombshell Series , #39
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 304
  • File size: 327 KB

Meet the Author

Sharron McClellan always wanted to be a writer. There were two things she had always loved: writing and science. In college, she thought about being a marine biologist, but there was the whole shark issue. Instead, she discovered the joys of playing in the dirt--a profession more commonly known as archaeology. For years, she focused on excavating ancient sites that included projectile points, burn pits and the occasional burial.

But her focus came back to writing when she took a position during the archaeological off-season and ended up answering phones for a cruise line. It was during that time that she took to reading romance. It wasn't long before she fell in love with the genre and returned to her first love--writing. Two years later, she finished her first book--which she now only brings out when she wants a giggle. Two years after that, she sold her second book and become a full-fledged writer.

Today, Sharron lives in Texas, writes full time and dabbles in archaeology. She loves cats but doesn't share her small abode with any since she adores travel and doesn't think it would be fair to the small darlings. She believes in hard work, patience, and swears that her Muse spends most of her time in the bar down the street drinking gin and tonic with extra lime.

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The Midas Trap


By Sharron McClellan

Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.

Copyright © 2005 Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-373-51353-4


Chapter One

Present day New York City

"Quiet night, Dave."

"For a change. Let's hope it stays that way."

Guards. Veronica Bright, crouched among the bushes and hidden by the deep shadows of the moonless night, held still and waited for the two men to walk past her. The taller one stopped and with a flick of his lighter, lit a cigarette. He inhaled, the bright ember illuminating his face.

The acrid smell of burnt tobacco wafted toward Veronica, tickling her nose. She wrinkled it, trying to squelch the need to sneeze. It didn't help. Panic reared its unwelcome head. In a moment, she would sneeze and they would find her.

Move! Silently, she willed the pair to continue their rounds.

"You know Mr. Grey doesn't permit smoking." The shorter guard crossed his arms.

"Yeah, inside. Which is why I am smoking outside." He inhaled again, then moved off with the other guard following.

Careful not to rustle the foliage, Veronica reached up, rubbed her nose, then pinched it closed. The men turned the corner toward the lower garden and out of her line of sight.

She couldn't hold back anymore and sneezed into her shirt-sleeve, muffling the sound as best as she could.

She hesitated, waiting for the guards to come running back and yank her from her hiding place.

Only blissful silence reached her ears. With a quiet sigh, she laid her palm against her sternum.

Her heart pounded in her chest.

She took a deep breath and willed it to slow.

This wasn't the first time she'd been compelled to enter a place that was considered off-limits, but those had been tombs sealed by men and time and guarded with the occasional booby trap - not Glock-toting bodyguards.

The dead were much safer.

That didn't matter. Michael had stolen from her, and she wasn't going to let him get away with taking what didn't belong to him. Not again.

Her jaw tightened as the last of the fear flowed away, leaving a burning anger and the need for revenge in its wake. Time to go.

Dressed in black jeans and a long-sleeved black cotton shirt, and carrying her backpack, Veronica skirted the side of the hedge just a few feet from the outer rim of the lit yard. She glanced back at the path the men had walked down, but it remained empty.

Quickly, she made her way to the left side of the mansion until she was underneath one of the main balconies.

Pulling a rope and grapple from the main pocket of her backpack, she swung the climbing gear up and over the second-floor marble railing.

The grapple broke the night's silence, clinking, then scraping across the tiles before catching against the railing's edge. Again, Veronica hesitated, but no shouts of discovery sounded.

Muscles straining, she climbed hand-over-hand up the rappelling rope. Gripping the top of the cool marble railing, she slipped over the edge and onto the balcony, not giving herself time to contemplate her actions.

Crawling on her elbows, she snaked over to the French doors that led into Michael's private study.

She rose to her knees, and taking the glass cutter from the pouch at her waist, she suctioned it to the windowpane and drew a circle next to the door handle.

Veronica pulled the glass disk free, set it down on the tiles and took a deep breath. Now came the hard part. She took the small electronic code-breaker from the pouch.

She glared at her assistant's newest invention. Veronica hated depending on electronic devices, preferring the physical weight of the shotgun resting between her shoulder blades and a direct confrontation to subterfuge.

Reaching through the small, round hole, she turned the handle and opened the doors.

No alarm sounded, but she knew the lack of noise meant nothing. The alarm was on a thirty-second delay to give Michael time to turn it off, and in thirty-one seconds, all hell was going to break loose.

Leaving the balcony doors ajar, she ran to the room's main entrance.

Four seconds.

The keypad was to the left of the door - just as she remembered.

She put the small flashlight between her teeth and pulled the cover off the plastic alarm box. Red wire. Red wire.

She found it and used her pocketknife to strip away the plastic surrounding the copper threads.

Ten seconds.

Clamping the code-breaker's alligator clip on the wire's bare spot, she hit Enter and prayed the tiny machine would do its work. If it didn't find the alarm code within the next twenty seconds, she'd have to depend on her wits.

She glanced at the red number screen of the code-breaker. It found three numbers. Three more to go.

Twenty seconds.

The numbers flashed as it searched for the rest.

Four numbers. Twenty-three seconds.

It flashed faster now.

Five numbers. Twenty-seven seconds.

Her heart beat faster. "Come on. Come on." The code-breaker beeped, its work done.

Twenty-nine seconds.

Veronica let go the breath she'd been holding.

Unhooking the device, she shoved it back into her pack.

She headed over to Michael's desk. She'd seen him open his walk-in safe while sitting in the oversize leather chair and knew there was a button in the desk itself. Using her knife, she pried open the middle drawer. She ran her gloved hands over the inside of the desk and touched a small bump on the back right corner. She pressed it, and a door-size section of wall slid open.

She smiled, relieved.

Time to get her prize and go.

Flashlight in hand, she rummaged through the walk-in safe, tempted to take all the artifacts. An Incan mask. A Greco-Roman sword. Even pottery.

She picked up a glazed vase and ran her hands over its simple, elegant lines.

Tempting, but she didn't steal from others. She wasn't like Michael. She only took back what was hers.

A small, cloth-covered object at the back of the safe caught her eyes. She flipped open the material. A clay jar, incised with line art and painted with red ochre, shone dully in the light. The protohistoric Turkish burial urn.

She picked it up, and her skin prickled as the familiar excitement coursed through her. Recovering the artifact from a safe wasn't the same as excavating it from an overgrown burial mound in the Turkish countryside, but no matter, it still felt like Christmas, Thanksgiving and the Fourth of July all rolled into one to touch something that no one had seen for more than two thousand years. She ran a fingertip along a painted lightning bolt. "Beautiful." And if she were right, it was the burial urn of a holy woman. Perhaps one of the first.

(Continues...)



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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Delightful romantic fantasy thriller

    In New York, archeologist Simon Owens visits Discovery Incorporated to discuss a find with Veronica Bright, a woman who hates him since he and his peers devastated her paper on some myths being verbal history. Though unwelcome by her, Simon shows Veronica a gold mouse and MRI documentation that proves the object was once alive. He now believes that the Midas Stone exists and can be found if one can find the Eye of Artemis. He has come to Veronica, who mentioned the Eye of Artemis in that debunked paper, because he now believes in the Midas touch.................... Her sister Alyssa verifies that the mouse once lived, but is now pure gold inside and out. Though she has no reason to trust him, Veronica teams up with Simon; they head to the Vatican where she first found a codex referring to the Eye of Artemis. As she and Simon work together, their attraction reignites, but her former boyfriend Michael, who betrayed her in Brazil, has plans to steal her project...................... THE MIDAS TRAP is a delightful romantic fantasy thriller that grips the audience from the moment Veronica confronts Michael over an urn and Simon over his golden find, and never slows down until the final golden touch. The story line is fast-paced sort of like a modern day Indiana Jones meets ancient mythology, but the cast seems genuine amidst the escapades. Veronica is a delight wondering whether she can trust any male besides her dad and her brother-in-law while her sibling worries for her safety. Sharron McClellan furbishes a wonderful rendering of the Midas Touch that is a pure gold winner for sub-genre fans................. Harriet Klausner

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