Night of No Return (A Year of Loving Dangerously) (Silhouette Intimate Moments, 1028)
Eileen Wilks
Language: English
Pages: 256
ISBN: 0373270984
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Night of No Return is set in a land of extremes--the Sinai Pennisula. Alex Bok finds more than he bargained for while on the trail of terrorists and stolen weapons in the land where three continents and three of the world's major religions meet. His courage is pushed to its limits by the dictates of honor--and by a gutsy heroine who dares him to take the biggest risk of all.
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as they had been when Nora first found the cave. Then, she’d come to a dead end abruptly where the tunnel snaked around an outcropping of harder rock. Long-dead hands had packed the tunnel with fill from that point on. Today she was able to move around the tight turn into the section of tunnel they’d excavated. But she only went a few feet, stopping short of the tunnel’s end. Her breath escaped in a sigh. Behind her, the generator chugged reassuringly, keeping light burning steadily in the bare
leave a foul taste in his mouth this time? He looked away, uneasy, knowing she would see his reaction—knowing, too, that she would put it down to what had happened to him that night. “I normally use the stars as a compass, but it was cloudy that night. I got turned around. When I thought I was headed back, I was really moving deeper into the desert. And then…” “Then you ran across some people who didn’t want to be seen.” Impulsively she put her hand on his arm. “Alex, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean
circles it made, a gentle earthquake that slid the pieces of him around and around, sorting him into shapes he hadn’t known he could feel. He pulled her closer. His body ached. Gradually he realized he did need more than the simple mating of lips and tongues, and his mouth went searching for it. He found what he needed in the scent of her, behind her ear. In the swift pulse at the base of her throat. The soft feel of her breast in his hand, and the way her nipple peaked and her breath sighed out
them completely, which was something of a surprise. Nudity could be an important psychological weapon. Sooner or later, he supposed, they would use it. His guards gestured for him to sit on a chair in the center of the room. This chamber was, as he’d told Nora, much larger than their cell; crates lining one wall had lettering in the Cyrillic alphabet, and rudely-built shelves held large rounds of cheese and other foodstuffs. He looked the room over carefully, noting the exits, the behavior of
swayed at the sudden onslaught of pain. Jawhar gestured with his rifle again. “Move.” Alex took a single step. “Inshallah Allah!” cried Farid’s voice—from behind them. Jawhar swung half-around as a shot blasted the stillness. Alex caught a split-second glimpse of the terrorist’s wide, surprised eyes and the hole drilled neatly between them even as more shots rang out. A slug tore through his leg as he fell and rolled. He grabbed Jawhar’s rifle from dead hands and sought a target while the
