Under the Gun (Silhouette Intimate Moments #1330) [NOOK Book]


After escaping the bullet that killed his twin, Special Agent Will Griffin awakened from a six-day coma seconds before the assassin struck again. Now he's on the run with the one woman who'll stop at nothing to keep him alive--Holly Amberson.

Used to calling the shots, Holly isn't about to let anyone take down the man she's loved from afar for more years than she can remember. And it's not long before several close brushes force her and Will to succumb to their escalating ...

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Under the Gun (Silhouette Intimate Moments #1330)

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After escaping the bullet that killed his twin, Special Agent Will Griffin awakened from a six-day coma seconds before the assassin struck again. Now he's on the run with the one woman who'll stop at nothing to keep him alive--Holly Amberson.

Used to calling the shots, Holly isn't about to let anyone take down the man she's loved from afar for more years than she can remember. And it's not long before several close brushes force her and Will to succumb to their escalating passion. But once the danger has passed, can she make Will see that his life isn't worth living...unless she's a part of it?

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426873652
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 8/23/2010
  • Series: Harlequin Special Ops Series, #1330
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 256
  • Sales rank: 775,084
  • File size: 299 KB

Meet the Author

Lyn's foray into book-length fiction began in the early ‘90s, and she signed her first contract with Harlequin Historicals on Valentine's Day, 1996. "Flowers, candy, kisses, and a book sale, too! There will never be another day quite like that one!" she says.

"I always loved to write and even got excited about doing reports and term papers. I neglected other homework just to make that short story for English class as riveting as I possibly could."

Even so, she never really considered writing as a career until much later. Instead, Lyn studied art and worked in Europe while she visited the places she now writes about in her historicals. At that time, she was painting those sights and selling pictures.

While working at Boeing as an illustrator, she had the idea of trying to freelance book covers. Since she liked to paint faces and figures, romance novels seemed a logical choice. However, the field of cover art is highly competitive and she discovered it would take a great deal of research and preparation.

While studying the market on covers, she became firmly hooked on the contents of the books and decided to try writing instead. "Definitely one of my better decisions," she admits. She is still an avid romance reader and manages to read an average of four per week in addition to one or two books outside the genre.

Lyn feels a special affinity for England and Scotland with their wonderful castles and intriguing history. The American South and Southwest are her favorite settings for contemporary adventures.

She and her husband, Allen, both natives of Georgia, live in North Alabama near their two children and four grandchildren. "The family contributes to my research," Lyn says.

"They buy me books, clip articles, sketch costumes, and sometimes act out scenes. Even the grandchildren serve as inspiration for the younger characters."

Lyn welcomes contact with readers. Her guest book is available on her web site http://www.eclectics.com/lynstone.
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Under The Gun

By Lyn Stone

Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.

Copyright © 2004 Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-373-27400-9

Chapter One

MISSION: Olympus Glenfield, N.J., Nov. 12

"Hey, Holly," Will Griffin said into his collar mike as he winked at his brother. "The gig's a wrap. This was the right location, after all. Send the recovery teams over here and sweep up. Matt's calling in his crew."

"Roger that, Will," she answered, her heavy sigh audible in his ear. "Big relief. See you in fifteen."

He cut contact and sucked in a deep, fortifying breath of night air. It stank of cordite mixed with the breeze from a nearby cabbage field.

"That girl's got a bad crush on you, bro," Matt teased. "When are you planning to give her a break?"

Will laughed, adrenaline pumping through his system. "Can't play where I work. Rule number one."

"Aw, man! You better leave her team then and come on back to work with me. Keep wasting time and you'll be too old to do anything about it." He chuckled. "We look enough alike. Think she'd go for me?"

"You lay off Holly."

"Strike the word off and it's a deal," Matt quipped.

Will ignored that and deliberately changed the subject. "Wonder why this guy Odin didn't show tonight. He's supposed to be a Cauc and all these guys are foreigners." He glanced at the bodies.

Matt shrugged. "No reason to get his hands dirty doing gruntwork, I guess."

Odin was the code name for a mysterious man who supposedly was outfitting a group of terrorists with weapons, in this case a cache of easily transportable missiles and also a crate of submachine guns confiscated off the streets by the local police.

Will looked at the little prop plane he had just exited after checking out the shipment. Surface-to-air Stinger missiles stolen from nearby Picatinny Arsenal filled the passenger section, where the seats had been removed.

Three of the gang lay dead on the runway, another was propped unconscious, cuffed hand and foot, against one of the wheels. There were two more near the delivery truck. They wouldn't be transporting any more SAMs or anything else unless the devil put them to work.

Will checked the nifty little MP5K Heckler and Koch submachine gun slung from the strap over his shoulder. "Barrel's still hot as a firecracker," he muttered as he reloaded.

Matt put down his weapon on the tarmac and started ripping off his Kevlar vest. "I'm sweating like a mule in harness. I hate wearing these damn things."

They were covered head to toe in black. It might be November, but even at 11:00 p.m. it was muggy as hell and felt like the moon was giving off heat. Will yanked his knit mask off and wiped his brow with it.

A movement near the hangar caught his eye. "Down!" he warned Matt just as the figure popped off three rounds. He saw the fire, heard the reports and the thunk as one shot pierced the metal fuselage of the plane. Nine-millimeter handgun, he guessed, whipping up his automatic to sweep the area.

Rapid fire erupted. "God, this is it!" Matt cried, and threw himself in front of Will, crashing into him, knocking him flat. Will's weapon spat rounds to one side, striking the aircraft.

This is it. His brother's words rang repeatedly, like thunder in his head, fading slowly to a whisper and then to absolute silence. Matt was hit.

Will tried but couldn't move. Didn't want to. Not apathy, exactly, just resignation. Warm blood oozed across his eyelids.

Matt lay across his chest, heart against heart. Same beat. It felt familiar. Like back in the womb maybe, when they'd been crowded together waiting to be born.

Me first again. The cocky words were Matt's and only in Will's mind, their connection a twin thing long accepted. Will desperately wanted to argue, but something distracted him. Someone was approaching. No sound. No sight. He just sensed it somehow.

He wished it were Holly and the team, but he knew better. There would be no goodbyes. Matt was right. This was it.

Saint Clare's Hospital, Dover, N.J. - November 18

Holly Amberson felt a pain in her chest, an ache of fear and frustration. It was a mere echo of what Will must be experiencing if he had any lucid thoughts at all.

She wished they would airlift him to Bethesda. Newton had been the nearest hospital and their trauma unit excellent, but Will obviously needed more expertise.

"Six days now," she whispered to Jack Mercier, who had just arrived for his turn at Will's bedside.

"Other than reflexive responses, nothing."

Jack tightly controlled his expression, but fury mixed with desperation shone in his eyes despite that. "Will's going to come out of this soon, Holly. There's plenty of brain activity."

She nodded and released a sigh. "And some rapid eye movement awhile ago. Dreaming, I guess."

At least he was breathing well on his own, and so far the doctors hadn't ordered a feeding tube. However, another day or so without his regaining consciousness and they would.

Jack nudged Holly's arm with the back of his hand. "Go home and grab a nap. You've got a case in progress and you can't run it with no sleep. Go on back to the motel."

It was standard procedure to have someone on duty whenever a government agent who dealt with special access compartmental classified information underwent medical treatment that required anesthesia, or lost temporary control of his faculties due to illness or injury. Any agent with the appropriate security clearance could be detailed to perform the task, but members of the Sextant team elected to take turns at sentinel duty with one of their own.

The Sextant team, based in McLean, Virgina, was made up of agents that the Director of Homeland Security had recruited from various government organizations expressly for the purpose of preventing or terminating terrorist activities. Holly had been with the FBI. After enlistment in the Marines, Will had worked for Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms, along with his twin. Jack Mercier, a National Security Agency alumnus, headed up the team.

Three other agents added to the Sextant pool, also drawing on their former resources.

Joe Corda came directly from the Drug Enforcement Agency and had spent three years before that as an Army Ranger. Clay Senate, CIA veteran, remained something of an enigma. Holly reminded herself that she needed to spend a little more time around Clay so she could figure him out. As a natural loner, he seemed to have the hardest time adjusting to teamwork. Eric Vinland, boy genius and resident psychic, hailed from Navy Intelligence.


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