Quinn's Woman (Harlequin Bestselling Author Series) [NOOK Book]

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She would not be vulnerable again…

D. J. Monroe had to be at the very top of her game. It was her job and her life to teach people how to defend themselves. How could she protect others if she wasn't the best trained, the most skilled fighter? How could she protect herself? So when military expert Quinn Reynolds defeated her, she vowed to give him whatever he wanted in ...

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Quinn's Woman (Harlequin Bestselling Author Series)

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Overview

She would not be vulnerable again…

D. J. Monroe had to be at the very top of her game. It was her job and her life to teach people how to defend themselves. How could she protect others if she wasn't the best trained, the most skilled fighter? How could she protect herself? So when military expert Quinn Reynolds defeated her, she vowed to give him whatever he wanted in exchange for his instruction.

And yet he wanted the one thing D.J. wasn't prepared to give—herself. He asked too many questions. Made her feel too much. He recognized too many of her defenses. Then one by one, he broke them all down…and promised to be there to pick up the pieces.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781460300442
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 12/18/2012
  • Series: Harlequin Bestselling Author Series
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 512
  • Sales rank: 49,074
  • File size: 458 KB

Meet the Author

Susan Mallery

New York Times bestselling author Susan Mallery has entertained millions of readers with her witty and emotional stories about women. Publishers Weekly calls Susan’s prose “luscious and provocative,” and Booklist says “Novels don’t get much better than Mallery’s expert blend of emotional nuance, humor and superb storytelling.” Susan lives in Seattle with her husband and her tiny but intrepid toy poodle. Visit her at SusanMallery.com.

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"Try to bring this one back alive," Sheriff Travis Haynes said as he nodded at the slightly built private waiting by the edge of the makeshift podium.

"Alive I can promise," D. J. Monroe said as she grabbed a rifle from the stack on the table. "In one piece may be more complicated."

The men standing around chuckled, but the private in question blanched. D.J. tossed him the rifle, grabbed a second one for herself, then started walking. She figured her partner for the next fourteen hours would come trotting along as soon as he figured out she wasn't going to wait for him.

Sure enough, in about thirty seconds she heard rapid footsteps on the damp ground.

"What's your name, kid?" she asked when he'd caught up with her.

"Private Ronnie West, ma'am."

She gave him a quick once-over. He was tall—about six-three to her five-nine—skinny and barely shaving. His shock of red hair was bright enough to read by.

"Are you even eighteen, Ronnie?"

"Yes, ma'am. Nearly four months ago."

"You insulted about being paired with a woman?" she asked.

"No, ma'am." His pale-blue eyes widened as he glanced at her. "I'm honored. My sergeant said you were one of the best and that I was damned lucky to get a chance to watch you work." He ducked his head and blushed. "Excuse me for swearing, ma'am."

She stopped walking and turned toward him. The annual war games between the emergency services of Glenwood, California—sheriff's office, fire department and EMT units—and the local Army base were a chance for all concerned to practice, learn and have fun. The morning had been spent on obstacle courses, sharpshooting and tactical planning. D.J. didn't care about any of that. She looked forward to the search and capture phase of the games.

Between now and 6:00 a.m. tomorrow, she and her partner would be expected to bring in up to five enemy prisoners. For the past two years she'd won that section. It was a point of pride with her. The other players grumbled about her good fortune, not understanding it. Especially when she always took a relatively new recruit as her partner.

"Ronnie, let's get some ground rules set up," she said. "You can swear all you want. I doubt you can come up with anything I haven't heard. Or said." She smiled at him. "Fair enough?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good. On this mission, I'm in charge. You're here to listen, learn and follow orders. You get in my way, and I'll cut off your ear. Or something you'll miss even more. Understand?"

He swallowed hard, then nodded.

"Last, but most important, you've got a good six inches of height on me and weigh about forty pounds more. Is there any doubt in your mind that I could take you right here, right now?"

His gaze swept over her body from her Army-issue boots, past her camouflage pants and shirt, to her face.

He straightened and squared his shoulders. "No, ma'am."

"As long as we have that straight."

She ducked into the tent her team used for headquarters and picked up her backpack. Ronnie already had his gear with him. When she stepped back out into the misty afternoon, she pulled a knife from the pack and stuck it into her boot.

"Check your weapons," she said.

Ronnie frowned. "They're not loaded."

"Check them, anyway. You always check."

"Yes, ma'am."

He followed her lead and made sure both his side arm and rifle were unloaded. When he'd finished, she pulled her cap lower on her head and wished they could have had sun today. Telling herself the gray skies and low clouds would reduce the risk of shadows didn't make her appreciate the chilly dampness any more. It was nearly July. Shouldn't it be hot?

Northern California weather was frequently uncooperative, she thought as she set off into the forest. Ronnie trailed after her, making enough noise to pass for a musk ox. At least he wasn't a talker. The one from last year had chatted on and on until she'd been forced to grab him from behind and threaten to slit his throat.

Two hours later they were deep in "enemy" territory. She slowed their pace in an effort to keep her boy toy from giving away their position. Her oversize shirt was damp and clinging to her skin, which she hated. Water dripped from her hat. It was the kind of day better spent curled up reading, not combing the backwoods for swaggering men who thought they knew it all. Still, the war games helped keep her sharp. For her life was all about maintaining her edge; the book would have to wait.

Up ahead she sensed more than heard movement. She stopped, as did Ronnie. After silently handing him her backpack and ordering him to wait, she circled around a cluster of trees so that she could come out on the other side.

A man sat on a log, studying a map. She recognized him as a Fern Hill EMT guy. Midthirties, in decent shape, but not much of a challenge. Oh, well, she had to take what she could get.

After deliberately stepping on a fallen branch to make it snap, she retreated into the dripping shadow of a thick tree. The man sprang to his feet and turned toward the sound. His backpack lay on the ground, as did his rifle. He wore his sidearm, but she doubted he knew how to use it.

As the man stepped toward where she'd broken the branch, she circled behind him. When she was less than a foot away, she grabbed his arm, turned him, then swept out her leg to topple him to the ground. He landed hard, with an audible "oof" of air.

She was already on him. After tossing his sidearm into the brush, she turned him and neatly tied his hands behind his back. She was nearly finished with his feet before he'd even gasped breath back into his body.

"Okay, kid," she called. "You can come out now."

Ronnie appeared, carrying her backpack. He stared open-mouthed at the tied man.

"That was so great," he told her. "Really fast and smooth. He never heard you coming."

The EMT guy didn't look amused. "Now what?" he asked.

D.J. smiled. "Now you relax while we search out other prey. I'm not wasting Ronnie's time by having him head back to headquarters with just one guy."

"No way. You can't leave me. It's raining. The ground is wet."

D.J. shrugged. "It's war."

He was still yelling when they were nearly a quarter mile away. She would have liked to tape his mouth, but it violated the rules of the game.

Pity.

An hour later they came upon three men standing together, smoking. They were talking and laughing, obviously unconcerned about the potential for being captured.

D.J. studied the situation, then pulled Ronnie back far enough for them to have a whispered conversation.

"If you want to win, you have to be willing to do whatever it takes," she said as she slipped off her backpack. "Catch the enemy off guard with the unexpected. I'm going to wait while you get into position. You'll head east and circle around them. When I walk into the clearing, you'll be directly in front of me and behind them. When they're distracted, walk in with your rifle pointed at their backs."

Ronnie nodded, but she saw the doubt in his eyes. He wanted to know how she was going to manage to distract three men at the same time. She smiled. It was so easy.

First she shrugged out of her long-sleeved shirt. Underneath she wore an olive green tank and no bra. Ronnie's eyes widened.

She narrowed her gaze. He blushed, took a step back and stuttered an apology.

While he was busy wondering if she was going to cut off an ear…or something worse…she pulled the tank up to just below her breasts, twisted the fabric into a knot and tucked it against her skin. The stretchy fabric now pulled tight across her breasts and left her midsection bare. Next she loosened the drawstring waist of her pants and rolled them down to her hipbones. She stuck her sidearm into her pants at the small of her back. Last, she dropped her cap to the ground and unfastened the braid. When her long hair was free, she bent at the waist and finger combed the waves in a sexy disarray. She straightened and tossed her head back. Her brown hair went flying.

Ronnie's mouth dropped open. "You're gorgeous," he said, then gasped and quickly retreated. "Sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to—"

She cut him off with a wave of her hands. "It's fine. Go get in position. I'll give you a two-minute head start."

She waited the promised amount of time, then headed for the group of men. They were still standing around, talking and smoking. She stuck out her chest, then sauntered toward them, trying to look both easy and lost.

"I am so turned around," she said in a low voice. "Can any of your gentlemen help me?"

They were all regular Army, officers and seasoned professionals. But they didn't expect to see a half-dressed woman in the woods. It was damp and cold, so she wasn't the least bit surprised when their gazes all locked on her chest.

The oldest man took a step toward her. "What seems to be the problem, ma'am?"

They were all such idiots, she thought happily. They'd left their rifles leaning against a tree. Just one more step and the firearms would be out of reach.

D.J. stuck her hand into her hair and began to twirl a curl around her finger. "This is so not me," she said. "I mean what was I thinking? I don't even remember what team I'm on. I signed up for the games because my boyfriend asked me to, then the jerk dumped me three days ago." She blinked, as if fighting tears. "I'm cold and tired and lonely."

The men moved in for the kill.

"Hold it right there! Arms in the air."

She had to give Ronnie credit. He sounded positively powerful as he gave the order. The men turned toward him. When they looked back, she had her handgun pointed at them.

Two of the officers swore, one laughed. "Hell of a show," he said.

"Thank you."

In a matter of minutes, all three of them were tied up. The limit for captures was five. There was a bonus for up to four brought in before midnight. The earlier the "enemies" were brought back to camp, the bigger the bonus. D.J. had figured it would take her and Ronnie until at least nine or ten to get four, but they'd gotten lucky.

After the men were tied up, she unrolled her pants back to her waist and loosened her tank top. When she'd collected her gear, she shrugged back into her shirt.

"Don't get dressed on our account," one of the Army officers said with a grin. "Naked suits you."

"How flattering," she said, and turned her back on him. Why did men always assume women were interested in their attentions?

"You remember where the EMT guy is?" she asked Ronnie.

"Yes, ma'am."

"All right. Take these three with you and collect him. After you escort them back to headquarters, make sure they give us our bonus points, then meet me here. I'll be within a quarter mile of this position." She chuckled as she remembered his lack of stealth. "I'm sure I'll hear you coming."

"Yes, ma'am."

D.J. watched as her boy toy led away their prisoners. The officers were only loosely tied together. Rules of engagement required that they cooperate on the trip back in. They were allowed to do whatever it took to get away right up until that first step toward camp. But just in case they decided to give her private the slip, she'd taken down their names.

When she was alone, D.J. sank onto a log and drew her backpack close. The misting had finally stopped. It was nearing sunset, and the day wasn't going to get any warmer. She thought about starting a fire, but that would mean giving away her position. Something she didn't want to do. If no one got too close, she would stay right where she was until Ronnie returned. If she had to hide, she figured the odds of him finding her were close to zero. She would give him two hours to make his way to camp and come back. The return trip would be faster because he would flag down one of the jeeps circling the forest. If he didn't make it in the time she allowed, she would find one more potential prisoner herself and get back into camp by midnight.

Forty-five minutes into the first hour, D.J. heard something. It wasn't footsteps or brush moving. She couldn't actually place the sound, but it made the hairs on her arms stand up and her senses go on alert.

Someone was out there.

She silently slid off the log and into the shadowy protection of a tree trunk. After concealing her pack under some leaves, she confirmed she had her sidearm in place, then set out to find whoever was approaching.

She headed east first, then south to end up behind him. She worked on instinct, still not hearing anything specific, but knowing he was there. There were no bent twigs to give her direction, no footsteps, no startled birds or squirrels.

A couple of times she nearly convinced herself she'd been imagining the almost-noise and she started to return to her backpack. Then she would shiver, as if someone had raked nails on a chalkboard and she would know he was still out there.

It took her thirty minutes to make the circuit. When she ended up a few yards away from where she'd started, she was disgusted to find the guy pulling her backpack out from its hiding place. He'd gone right to it, as if he'd known it was there from the beginning. How had he done that?

D.J. dismissed the question. Once she verified the man had a purple arm band instead of an orange one like hers, she knew he was fair game. While he was bent over her supplies, obviously distracted, she moved in to attack.

She was less than a foot away when she pressed the barrel of the rifle against his back.

"Bang, you're dead," she said softly. "Now stand up slowly. Ghosts don't move fast."

The man calmly closed her backpack and put his hands in the air. "I heard you crashing around out there. What were you doing? Playing dodge ball with some rabbits?"

She didn't appreciate the question or the smirky tone of voice. For one thing, she knew she'd been quiet. For another, she was the one holding the gun.

"Keep your hands up," she said as she eased back far enough to keep him from grabbing the rifle.

When he was standing with his back to her, she considered her situation. The man was tall, a couple of inches over six feet, and well muscled. His stealth told her he wasn't an amateur like many of the participants. Nothing about him was familiar, which meant he was probably Army. Special Forces? Had they sent in a ringer?

She couldn't see his sidearm, which worried her. His rifle was on the ground next to his pack, but where was the handgun?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 17, 2013

    I do not buy Novelettes - that is what this book is - 2 short st

    I do not buy Novelettes - that is what this book is - 2 short stories by 2 different authors - where in the excepts or overviews does it even mention this is not a single story book?! Also - the word re-issue would be a good idea too - the first story was ok - even if it was a short story. But based on YOUR overview that is not what I thought I bought!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2013

    I liked the Susan Mallery story, but the other story just drug o

    I liked the Susan Mallery story, but the other story just drug on and on.  

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 22, 2013

    Nice

    Bad start

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  • Posted September 8, 2013

    Another classic Susan Mallery story. It was very sweet & rom

    Another classic Susan Mallery story. It was very sweet & romantic. Beautiful story about an emotionally broken woman who lived her life saving so many others who were abused. Quinn is a strong man of dark military background. he has done many things others would never do. For a man who had such darkness in him he immediately saw her frailty and campaigned to swoon her. And slowly swoon he did. wonderful story!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 20, 2013

    Enjoyed both stories.

    I very much enjoyed Quinn's Woman. Was alittle disappointed that it is actually one of a series .... and that the whole series is not currently available to ereaders. It ccan and does stand in its own but I think there would have been more depth and understanding if I could have read the books in order.

    Mayberry is a new author for me. One I will read again for sure.

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  • Posted January 11, 2013

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    Love Susan Mallery

    This is an older reissue and as always Susan Mallery doesn't disappoint!

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  • Posted January 11, 2013

    Wonderful

    I really love Susan Mallery and her books and Quinn's story did not disappoint. I highly recommend.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 4, 2013

    TERRIFICBVOOK

    TERRIFIC BOOK GREAT STORY

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2012

    Great read

    Couldn't put it down

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 24, 2012

    Loved both stories.

    Loved both stories.

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