“A well-written
heroine elevates this above similar black-ops romantic thrillers. Plenty of
spycraft and action to satisfy suspense fans!” -Publishers Weekly
Nothing to Fear, book two in the
steamy and action packed Final Hour Series by Juno Rushdan is available now!
Lives are on the line
National security is at risk
The clock is ticking
Fearsome Gray Box operative
Gideon Stone is devoted to his work and his team. He’s never given reason to
doubt his loyalty…until he’s tasked with investigating Willow Harper, a
beguiling cryptologist suspected of selling deadly bio-agents on the black
market.
He knows she’s innocent. He
knows she’s being framed. And he knows that without him, Willow will be dead
before sunrise.
Thrust into the crossfire of
an insidious international conspiracy, Gideon will do anything to keep Willow
safe…even if that means waging war against his own. With time running out, an
unlikely bond pushes limits—and forges loyalties. Every move they make counts.
And the real traitor is always watching…
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Start the Series with Every Last Breath
Excerpt:
The
pained sounds from Willow were real and had the inside of his chest twisting.
He
hated how her life had been turned upside down. Over the last few hours, he’d
asked a lot of her—high-pressure, high-risk things. She’d handled all of it
with grit and trusted him with little explanation. It bumped his admiration of
her several notches higher.
The
absolute last thing he should do was go back in the other room, but her crying
turned to sobbing, and he didn’t need her falling apart.
He
threw his T-shirt on, set a five-minute timer—estimating it’d take longer than
two to console her but not giving himself enough time to succumb to
temptation—and stepped into the bathroom. Sanguine hair dye smeared the edge of
the white tub on his right, making it look like a bloodbath. Plastic gloves lay
on the floor.
Leaving
the door ajar, he pivoted left. Willow turned to face him, trembling in front
of the sink and mirror.
Water
dripped from her dark-red hair in rivulets down her delicate body. Her flimsy
gossamer underwear was see-through.
Blindsided,
he stiffened.
He
pinned his gaze on her face, refusing to veer for a second below her neck.
“I don’t look like me.” Tears spilled
from her eyes.
Unable
to stop his feet from moving closer, he went to touch her but thought better of
it and drew his hands back to his sides.
“I-I
hate this hair.” She burst into a series of hiccupping sobs. “None of this is
me. Running. Dodging bullets. Stealing cars. Being a fugitive. This hair.”
Her
raw vulnerability gutted him. He had to say or do something—only a heartless
asshole wouldn’t comfort her—but he was frozen in place. “Please, don’t cry.”
She
reached for him. He couldn’t avoid the collision of contact as she fell against
his chest and pressed a palm to her mouth. Or perhaps he didn’t want to.
He
wrapped his arms around her shivering body and held her, cradling her head
against his sore sternum. She was warm, so warm and soft. Her fear was
palpable, tearing him up on the inside. She really started sobbing as if she’d
been holding back a moment ago.
Tightening
his embrace, he shushed her and stroked her hair.
“Gideon,
I can’t do this. I don’t know how. I need things to go back to being normal. I
need normal.”
“You
can do this. Your hair changed, not who you are. I see you, Willow.”
She
blinked up at him. He wiped the tears still streaming with his fingertips while
keeping an arm around her.
“Same
hazel eyes that can’t decide if they want to be brown or green.” He brushed his
knuckles across her cheek, a whisper of touch, and she leaned into his caress.
“Same kind spirit.”
Her
sobs slowed, her breathing steadied, her body growing calmer.
“You’re
a survivor.I see you.”
He
skimmed her lower lip with the pad of his thumb, heat burning his face. She
stilled, like she was holding her breath the same as him. He’d been attracted
to scores of women…and then there was this.
Not
mere attraction but a draw far stronger and more intense.
Kissing
her would be a catastrophic mistake. An epic disaster.
But
only a blind monk would have the willpower to resist.
Her
hands flew to his cheeks as she rose on her tiptoes and yanked his mouth down
to hers. Their lips locked—his ability to think rationally shut down on
impact—and their tongues tangled in a sweet, filthy slide of a kiss.
His
heart kicked into a frantic pounding like machine gunfire against his
breastbone.
On
a sharp, mingled breath, it turned deeper, hot and hard and hungry.
Her
supple body pressed tight to his, her leg hooking on his hip like she wanted to
climb him. All her soft warmth ground against the growing bulge in his pants.
Every single point of connection sparked more heat.
He
had to stop this, stop her, stop himself somehow.
Then
she slid her hand along his torso, down to his erection. He nearly burst from
his skin. Gripping the nape of her neck and her hip with his other hand, he
jerked her closer. The hard suction of her mouth, the way she licked and laved,
tied him up in knots.
Shuffling
her back against the wall, he palmed her ass and caressed her breasts, flicking
a thumb hard over her nipple.
It
registered on some distant level when the thin mesh of her bra tore in his
rough hands that he was being too aggressive. But her moans grew throaty and
her hips rocked against his.
The
absolute last thing he’d do was take her in a rush, in a bathroom, without
condoms, when he needed to protect this scared, trusting woman from any danger.
And
that included him.
About Juno
Juno Rushdan draws from
real-life inspiration as a former U.S. Air Force Intelligence Officer to craft
sizzling romantic thrillers. However, you won’t find any classified leaks here.
Her stories are pure fiction about kick-ass heroes and strong heroines fighting
for their lives as well as their happily-ever-after.
Although Juno is a native New
Yorker, wanderlust has taken her across the globe. Fortunately, she is blessed
with a husband who shares her passion for travel, movies, and fantastic food.
She’s visited more than twenty different countries and has lived in England and
Germany. Her favorite destination for relaxation is the Amalfi Coast, Italy for
its stunning seascape, cliffside lemon groves, terraced vineyards, amazing
pasta, and to-die-for vino.
When she’s not writing, Juno
loves spending time with her family. Exercise is not her favorite thing to do,
but she squeezes some in since chocolate and red wine aren’t calorie-free.
She currently resides in
Virginia with her supportive hubby, two dynamic children, and spoiled rescue
dogs. Check her out on Instagram, Facebook
or follow her on Twitter or BookBub. She loves to connect with readers!
She is represented by Sara
Megibow of KT Literary.
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