Relentless Pursuit

Relentless Pursuit

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by Adrienne Giordano
     
 

You call this a mission?

Yeah, ex-Army Ranger and Taylor Securities operative Billy Tripp screwed up. So instead of being assigned to a dangerous international mission, he's sent to babysit a pricey necklace at a trendy South Beach hotel. The only bright side to the assignment is working with the manager, smoking-hot hotel heiress Kristen

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You call this a mission?

Yeah, ex-Army Ranger and Taylor Securities operative Billy Tripp screwed up. So instead of being assigned to a dangerous international mission, he's sent to babysit a pricey necklace at a trendy South Beach hotel. The only bright side to the assignment is working with the manager, smoking-hot hotel heiress Kristen Dante.

Kristen's worked hard to build her father's Miami hotel into a jet-set destination. She's confident in business but not so much with men. What could a sexy guy like Billy want with her when he could have someone like her beautiful, party-girl sister?

There's a reason Billy's known as Mr. Relentless. He doesn't give up. Not on a job, or on the woman he wants. So when three luxury cars go missing from the hotel's lot, Billy sets out to find the thief. Suddenly, he has a case with the risks he thrives on. But when his investigation leads to Kristen being threatened, the real danger is losing his heart.

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781426894206
Publisher:
Carina Press
Publication date:
08/13/2012
Series:
Private Protectors , #5
Sold by:
HARLEQUIN
Format:
NOOK Book
Sales rank:
174,982
File size:
1 MB

Meet the Author

USA Today bestselling author Adrienne Giordano writes romantic suspense and mystery. She is a Jersey girl at heart, but now lives in the Midwest with her workaholic husband, sports obsessed son and Buddy the Wheaten Terrorist (Terrier). For more information on Adrienne's books please visit www.AdrienneGiordano.com or download the Adrienne Giordano app. Adrienne can also be found on Facebook and Twitter.

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Billy Tripp nudged the nine-millimeter holstered under his suit jacket and decided this might be as good a time as any to meet his maker.

All he needed to do was slide that baby out, prop it under his chin and—bang—the misery would be over.

After all the death defying experiences he'd had, killing himself in a hotel ballroom would be sub-par. Supremely sub-par.

Plus, he'd be dead.

"Cheer up, jagweed," Monk said, slapping him on the back.

"Why?" Billy glanced around the massive room at the sea of men and women dressed in sharp tuxedos and sexy, low cut gowns. As ballrooms went, Dante's ranked in the top ten. Funky red walls and icicle chandeliers gave it a more contemporary feel, but it was still a ballroom. And he'd seen plenty of them.

"It could be worse. This job is almost complete."

Billy scanned his immediate surroundings. "Yeah, but, dude, I'm guarding a necklace. There's not even a body attached to it."

Monk grinned. "You shouldn't have let your passport expire."

Dick. Head.

"First of all, I didn't let my passport expire. It just happened. An accident."

"You fucked up. Admit it." And then Monk started humming.

Humming? Really? Of course Monk was in a good mood. He'd just returned from overseas where he played with guns and blew crap up. Billy had been scheduled to take the next two-month shift, but got caught up in this expired passport mess.

How had he, an ex-Army ranger working for one of the country's most elite private security firms, forgotten to renew his fu—fudging passport?

And why the hell had he picked this month to promise his mother he would stop swearing? She'd asked him to do it and deserved his attention to the matter, that's why.

Even if it was slowly destroying him.

A woman in her fifties wearing a monster low-cut black gown—that thing has no business on her body—wandered to the table and locked in on him. Cripes.

"Fabulous, isn't it?" she asked.

He glanced at Monk, who rolled his eyes and stepped away to check his phone. "It is." Billy kept his focus on the room and any potential bad guys. The woman pressed a note into his hand. Great. Another one slipping him her number.

Ceasing conversation, he waited until the woman left and tucked the paper in his pocket with the other two. He'd get rid of them later. This routine, like most things, had lost its novelty long ago. Wasn't that a travesty? Early on, he'd enjoyed the steady stream of attention that accompanied women throwing themselves at him. He was a guy. And guys liked to get laid. Pretty simple.

Except it got old. The strange women. The crazy, strange women who parked themselves on his doorstep or called him night and day. Hell, he never misled anyone about his intentions. He always told them what it was.

"That was Vic." Monk grinned. "He said to say hi."

Not biting, Billy kept his gaze on the packed room. "Fu—fudge off. I could have had a new passport in a day or two, but Vic wanted to break my balls."

"He's teaching you a lesson. Next time, you won't forget. Besides, we've been in a lot worse places than a fundraiser in South Beach. In December."

Monk might as well take another hit off the crack pipe because he wasn't getting it. "Every time I turn around, Vic is hauling me into his office. And he had to bring up that little infraction when you beat the crap out of me last summer. Christ sakes, you nearly kill me and I get in trouble? All because I was ragging on you?"

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