Nash
He shushed her with a finger over her lips. You have the most beautiful mouth Ive ever seen on a woman. When Im alone in this room with you, and the rest of the world is some distant nightmare outside that door, all I can think about is that kiss we shared yesterday.
You were delirious with fever. You probably arent remembering it accurately.
At last those firm lips crooked up with a dangerous grin. Hows my temperature now, Nurse Rodriguez?
Normal. Your fever hasnt come back. Was that hushed quiver of anticipation really coming from her throat?
Nash brushed the calloused pad of his thumb across her bottom lip, sparking a dozen different nerve endings. My eyes are focused? My thoughts are sane? No delusions?
Her mouth was parched with anticipation. As far as I can tell, youre healthy.
Good. I just wanted to make sure were clear on this. Then he leaned in, replacing his thumb with his mouth.
Crossfire Christmas
Julie Miller
www.millsandboon.co.uk
USA TODAY bestselling author JULIE MILLER attributes her passion for writing romance to all those books she read growing up. When shyness and asthma kept her from becoming the action-adventure heroine she longed to be, Julie created stories in her head to keep herself entertained. Encouragement from her family to write down the feelings and ideas she couldnt express became a love for the written word. She gets continued support from her fellow members of the Prairieland Romance Writers, where this teacher serves as the resident grammar goddess. Inspired by the likes of Agatha Christie and Encyclopedia Brown, Julie believes the only thing better than a good mystery is a good romance.
Born and raised in Missouri, this award-winning author now lives in Nebraska with her husband, son and an assortment of spoiled pets. To contact Julie or to learn more about her books, write to PO Box 5162, Grand Island, NE 68802-5162, USA or check out her website and monthly newsletter at www.juliemiller.org.
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Contents
Cover
Introduction
Title Page
About the Author
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Epilogue
Extract
Copyright
Chapter One
Youre a dead man, Nash!
DEA agent Charlie Nash slammed his back against the metal shelves that had blocked the spray of bullets and saved his life. One step slower and hed be bleeding out on the floor like the young man lying in the open aisle beside Thug One.
Kid? He wasnt really expecting a response.
He didnt get one. Check one more black mark in the loss column of his soul.
Yet there was no time for guilt or regret or even grief. Hed spotted the trap the moment hed pulled into the parking garage and would have backed out then, evading the threat that had trailed him seven hundred miles from Texas to Kansas City, Missouri. But with the rookie handler climbing out of his car without a clue, Nash had been left with no choice but to stay put and warn the young agent back into his vehicle.
Revealing himself to the three goons lying in wait hadnt made a damn bit of difference.
The kid was still dead.
And he was still the Graciela cartels most wanted man.
The cop whod put together the plan to stop them.
Nash pulled a bandanna from the back pocket of his jeans and tied it around his left thigh, trying to slow down the blood seeping from the wound there. As he tightened the makeshift bandage, he listened to the clomp of running feet, pinpointing the locations of the two remaining assailants as they tried to flank him. He ignored the throbbing burn in his leg and fought to calm his labored breathing so the clouds of stress and exertion in the open warehouses wintry air wouldnt give his position away. He figured he had about two minutesthree if he was luckyto find a way out of this mess.
The desk agent whod met him in this run-down auto-parts warehouse near the Missouri River to try to help him reestablish his undercover persona hadnt been so lucky. Hed wager most of the car parts in this place werent legal, and that Tommy Delvecchio had never been in the middle of a real firefight before. Stupid kid must not have been wearing his flak vest, judging by the size of that puddle of blood pooling beneath him.