Traceless (Harlequin Intrigue Series #1498) [NOOK Book]

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AN UNDERCOVER AGENT WILL TRAVEL TO THE UNFORGIVING UTAH DESERT TO RESCUE HIS WIFE IN HELENKAY DIMON'S LATEST CORCORAN TEAM NOVEL. 

Connor Bowen hasn't seen his wife since she left him seven months ago claiming he was more married to his job than he was to her. Now his past has plunged Jana into mortal danger. This time the former Black Ops agent won't let anything come between him and the woman he'd lay down his life to protect. 

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Traceless (Harlequin Intrigue Series #1498)

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Overview


AN UNDERCOVER AGENT WILL TRAVEL TO THE UNFORGIVING UTAH DESERT TO RESCUE HIS WIFE IN HELENKAY DIMON'S LATEST CORCORAN TEAM NOVEL. 

Connor Bowen hasn't seen his wife since she left him seven months ago claiming he was more married to his job than he was to her. Now his past has plunged Jana into mortal danger. This time the former Black Ops agent won't let anything come between him and the woman he'd lay down his life to protect. 

Jana moved across the country to start over far from Connor. But after she's brutally abducted, she has to once again rely on the Corcoran Team leader for survival. Seeing Connor again reawakens old feelings, and she considers taking him back—but will she even get the chance?


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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781460333594
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 6/1/2014
  • Series: Corcoran Team Series
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 42,242
  • File size: 250 KB

Meet the Author


Award-winning author HelenKay Dimon spent twelve years in the most unromantic career ever - divorce lawyer. After dedicating all of that effort to helping people terminate relationships, she is thrilled to deal in happy endings and write romance novels for a living.  Her books have been featured in Cosmopolitan Magazine and E! Online.  HelenKay loves hearing from readers, so stop by her website at www.helenkaydimon.com and say hello.


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Jana Bowen looked at the numbers again. The black ink blurred and she rubbed her eyes to bring the columns back into focus. When that failed she leaned back in her metal desk chair and ignored the groan of the rusted back legs.

The charity didn't have a lot of money and prided itself on using a low percentage of the donations for administrative costs. Still, if her butt inched any closer to the floor her backache would become permanent. She vowed to head out tomorrow and find a new chair somewhere in the desert of Southern Utah.

With the scaling red rocks and miles of untouched land, this area of land on the edge of Zion National Park near the border of Arizona possessed a raw beauty. She'd ventured here, far from the calm of her historic Annapolis home, in search of peace.

Hooking back up with her former employer, Boundless Global, she spent her days running education programs and arranging for the shipment of vaccines to countries in desperate need of them. Getting lost in the mess in the office files the first day, she now spent her extra hours cleaning up paperwork. The work provided a needed distraction from her train wreck of a marriage and the man she missed more than she ever thought possible.

But right now she had a bigger puzzle on her hands than Connor Bowen. She turned to the charity's executive director and her friend of many years, Marcel Lampari. "The paperwork isn't matching up."

"Still too many boxes?" He stood on the other side of the open main room lined with tables and covered on every surface with boxes and paperwork.

The building they used for their headquarters had been designed as a chapel decades before. Abandoned and far from anything other than brush and the rock canyons nearby, the four-room structure was donated to Boundless and quickly restructured to fit desks with computers and the command center for U.S. operations. The vast majority of the staff worked in countries receiving aid. Only Marcel and a few full-time employees worked from here, overseeing donations, a large group of volunteers and distribution chains. With her stepping in, that made four of them in the church office on a regular basis.

She took on the tasks of matching up shipping manifests and double-checking invoices after her initial review and filing led to inconsistencies. Marcel didn't have the time, and the staff member assigned to the job had relocated to another state, leaving the position in limbo until someone permanent could be hired.

It was mind-numbing monotony that filled the void. Or that was the theory. Since leaving Connor she'd found nothing eased the pain of missing him.

She concentrated on numbers and information contained in boxes on a form in front of her but the math just didn't work. "I'm up to three mistakes in the Nigeria shipments."

This couldn't be a simple math error. After getting an anonymous email from someone in the distribution chain, she'd begun poring through the files. Every third shipment was off. Exactly the third shipment and by exactly four crates. The paperwork at the receiving end didn't match the shipping information and the mysterious boxes disappeared as strangely as they had appeared.

"Maybe the trucking company is piggybacking someone else's shipment on ours then offloading it." Marcel tucked the pen behind his ear as he always did and flipped through the documents on his clipboard.

She doubted Marcel's explanation but she went along because it was easier than thinking about a worst-case scenario—one where someone was playing with the shipments. "I'd like to think people wouldn't cheat a charity."

"Let's not panic." He walked over and stood on the opposite side of her small desk. "It could just be that someone can't add."

"It's possible, but over and over?"

He made a face and pretended to count on his fingers. "Numbers are hard."

She had to laugh at that. "Yeah, I guess so."

Marcel didn't ruffle. It was one of the things she admired about him. In his late forties, his hair had long ago gone salt and pepper. He was long and lean and the perfect mentor, having spent most of his life in war-torn areas. She admired his dedication and ached for him over the recent loss of his wife of more than twenty years in a horrible car accident.

In his grief, he dove into his work. When Jana's life fell apart seven months ago from Connor's mix of smothering protection and workaholic tendencies, she showed up unannounced on Marcel's doorstep. He let her stay, because who could turn down free labor? She guessed he also recognized a fellow damaged person when he saw one.

"Why don't you get some rest? We can figure this out tomorrow." He dropped his clipboard on top of the stack of files in front of her. "We'll call around and get some answers."

Not the most subtle it's-time-to-head-out signal, so she got the message. "You're right."

"Let's go." He snapped his fingers. Probably being one of the few men who could do it and get away with it. Had something to do with his slight French accent from his childhood and the soft delivery.

"I have to lock everything up." She turned to the side and tapped the top of the safe. "I'll head out in a second."

He frowned at her. "A windstorm is kicking up, so don't wait too long."

She glanced at her watch. "Ten more minutes."

By the time she looked up again, night had fallen and the sky outside the window across from her was dark. The wind rattled the old building and whistled through the beams. She winced as she calculated whether she'd missed her opportunity to get back to the garage-turned-bunkhouse for the workers.

The banging started a second later. A fist pounding and the faint sound of a male voice.

She got up. "Marcel?"

The door slammed open before she made it to the other side of her desk. The song she'd been humming screeched to a halt in her head and a wave of panic washed over her as two men dressed all in black burst inside. The last of her reality jumbled as her gaze slipped from the masks that hid all but their eyes to the guns in their hands.

Glass shattered somewhere behind her. Between the crashing and unexpected sight in front of her, her legs refused to move. Everything passed in slow motion and she kept blinking, convinced she'd slipped into a weird nightmare.

When one of the men rushed toward her, she forced the air back in her lungs and her brain jumpstarted. She spun around, thinking to get to the emergency door at the back of the building and run screaming for help. Her hip hit the edge of the desk and something crunched under her foot, but she stayed upright. Adrenaline fueled her run as she raced through the maze of desks, ducking and zigzagging despite the small space. Anything to make it harder for the men to shoot at her.

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw them behind her, walking slow and steady now but gaining ground with each long step. Their calm refused to register in her head. Their actions made no sense. Neither did the papers flying around the room and the sudden brush of air over her skin.

As she blew past each table, she grabbed for the boxes and phones and threw anything she could touch on the floor behind her to block the attackers' path. The thump of packages hitting the floor echoed around her as she folded an arm over her head and plowed forward. The thud of boots on the hardwood grew closer as her breath caught in her throat.

Almost there. She skidded around the long desk near the back of the room and slammed into a file cabinet. Her body was a mass of bumps and bruises but she pushed through, barely feeling anything except the driving need to get to the back door.

She slipped into the small hallway at the far end of the main room and plunged into darkness. The light should be on but the usual hum was gone as she felt her way along the wall. Finally, her hands hit the bar running across the middle of the back door and she shoved with all her might.

The whir of the alarm spun around her as the warm air hit her face. Without houses and street lights, the night was lit only by a blanket of stars. In two steps, she walked into the path of the motion sensor and the floodlights clicked on.

Her sneakers slid on the dirt and pebbles beneath her feet. Her chest rose and fell in hard breaths as she looked at the semicircle of men standing outside the back door. Four of them, all dressed like their friends who were now moving up behind her and pushing her forward without touching her.

Now locked outside and surrounded, she stared at the line of quiet men, including the two pointing guns right at her. One broke away from the group and closed the distance. As he did, the men following her drew even with her and took off their masks. She knew what letting her see their faces meant—she didn't stand a chance. They couldn't leave behind a witness.

Terror surged around her and thickened the air. Choking and gasping, she backed up but a hand landed between her shoulder blades and shoved her forward again.

The man glanced to his right. "Kill the alarm."

"What do you want?" When he faced her again her voice shook as she fought to keep the fear trembling through her from knocking her to the hard ground.

"You." A single word said in a slight accent.

Even in her haze it sounded wrong, almost forced. Before she could say anything else, the man reached out and grabbed the side of her neck. His fingers tightened in a squeeze that dug into her flesh and brought tears to her eyes. She bent over and tried to push him away. But he didn't stop until she was on her knees in front of him.

Panting and rubbing the throbbing pain running into her shoulder, she looked up, trying to make out the man under the mask. "There isn't any money here."

He crouched down until his face hovered in front of her and his dark eyes bored into her. "I don't want money."

She balled her hands into fists and tried to call up every self-defense strategy Connor ever taught her. Running meant potentially running into a man with a gun, or at best, heading into unknown darkness.

But she could stall. "We don't have medicine or vaccines."

"I don't care."

The horrors of what that could mean played in her mind. She pushed out the violent images in the hope of staying sane.

The alarm cut off. Only the sound of her labored breathing filled her ears. She filled the silence with babble, hoping a plan would pop into her mind. "You're in the wrong place."

"No, Jana Bowen, I'm not."

Like that, her muscles went slack and her mind went blank again. "You know me?"

She'd been in near hiding since she got there, not venturing out and only calling Connor at prearranged check-in times. The idea of someone tracking her down sent a new shock of fear spiraling through her.

"I want your husband."

"This is about Connor?" It was his greatest worry come to life. The reason he gave for keeping her in a near lock-down for the five months before she left home. He stressed her safety until it smothered everything else and strained their marriage.

"Your husband and I have some unfinished business."

"But we're separated." Through it all, it hurt to say the words. She never spoke them out loud, but if these men wanted Connor, she wanted Connor to stay away. And she would do anything, say anything, to make that happen.

The man grabbed her chin and forced her head up higher. "Connor will come for you."

She tried to shake loose of her attacker's hold but he only tightened his grip. "You don't understand. We're not together."

"As soon as he gets my message, he'll call." The man shoved her away, sending her falling on her backside in the dirt. "Then the fun can begin."

Connor froze when he heard the doorbell. Sometimes he forgot he even had one of those.

He glanced around the open room with its conference room table and rows of computer monitors, and desks, and walls lined with secure filing cabinets. Keeping in his seat at the main terminal, he reached over and tapped the code into the small gun safe under the desk. There were others in the house, but this one was closest.

Except for the kitchen and a small living room, most of the bottom floor of the three-story brick house served as Maryland headquarters for the Corcoran Team, the private security company he owned. They specialized in risk assessments and high-priority but under-the-radar kidnap and rescue missions. Working off the grid meant deep cover, which also meant he didn't exactly hand out his address.

He certainly never got unexpected guests around midnight.

He got up as the doorbell rang a second time. One tap of the keyboard and the large screen mounted on the wall flickered on. The alarm system feed showed images from every camera outside the house. Someone with a baseball cap pulled low stood on the front porch holding what looked like an envelope and shifting his weight from foot to foot.

The unwanted visitor was enough to get Connor moving. He slipped around the conference table and headed for the foyer. Cameron Roth, a member of Corcoran's traveling team, met him at the bottom of the stairs. He was spending a few nights in the crash pad on the third floor, but right now he waited, fully dressed, with a gun in his hand. "What's going on?" Cam asked.

"No idea."

"I'll handle backup." Cam took the last few steps and set up position flat against the wall on one side of the door. "You get to be the target."

Connor tucked his gun at the back of his waistband. He had another by his ankle and Cam as insurance, so Connor felt safe unlocking and opening the door.

He caught the guy halfway down the front steps on the way back to the beat-up sedan idling by the sidewalk. "What do you want?"

The guy jumped then spun around. Make that a kid. The tall, all limbs and no coordination type. He was fidgety and had the eye-darting thing down.


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  • Posted July 4, 2014

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     Traceless by HelenKay Dimon delivers the long awaited story of

     Traceless by HelenKay Dimon delivers the long awaited story of Corcoran Team leader Connor Bowen and his wife Jana.




    Connor Bowen hasn’t seen his wife in months when she left him. He has never come clean to his team as to what drove him and his wife apart. When Jana is kidnapped Connor will use every resource at his disposal to get his wife back and make sure that their marriage is on the right path.




    Jana Bowen still is madly in love with Connor but she doesn’t think he values her contribution to their marriage.  She had hoped some time apart would help them to reevaluate what is really important to the both of them. When she is kidnapped she knows she can depend on Connor’s strength and love to safe her.




    Seeing each other after months apart has the reasons they fell in love front and center. They first need to find out who is threatening their lives in order to be able to start again. The danger to them is much closer then either of them realized. Will this fresh start be over before it begins?




    The Corcoran Team is a wonderful series.  The tension is top notch and the romance is spectacular. Connor and Jana’s second chance at love is my favorite of the series. HelenKay’s books are a must read for any romance reader. 

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