One
Cold Night
Fearless, 3
by Aliyah Burke
Date of
Publication: July 1st 2016
Publisher:
All Romance eBooks
Cover
Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Genre:
Romantic Suspense
From
The Book Junkie Reads . . . One Cold Night (Fearless, #3) . . .
Undercover. Betrayal. Life or Death. Truth. Lies. Protection.
This romantic suspense heats up frozen bodies and closed off hearts. When one thing leads to another and there was more at stake than just collecting evidence and information. When your future may be wiped out before you can grab a hold of it.
John has a lot going on in his life and almost dying happens to be one of them. But on the cusp of death he gets a reprieve in the form of Leena. She loves dogs but people laying dying in a icy river has a way at getting to her. She does all she can to rescue the man she found. But then she goes even further to protect him. This One Cold Night turns in to one seriously hot encounter neither will forget.
**This ARC was provided via Bewitching Book Tours in exchange for an honest review.**
BLURB
Heat sizzles during the winter…
John Prince has been undercover for
the ATF for over two years when his cover is blown. His rescuer comes in the
female form and goes by Leena. Their attraction is hot enough to melt the snow
outside but he has to wonder: are the ones who set him up for death still after
him?
Leena Parsons prefers dogs to people.
Regardless, she can’t leave the man she finds in an icy river to die, so she
takes him home. During their days and nights together, she learns about the man
betrayed by his own. She falls for him and when danger arrives again, she puts
herself in harm’s way to ensure that he isn’t killed.
He lied to her about his last name,
thrust her into danger, and yet through it all she stayed at his side. When it
is all over, will he be able to hold onto the woman who found him one cold
night?
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Leena shivered and
burrowed her hands further into the oversized men’s jacket, ducking her head
further below the upturned collar. The snow whipped around her, biting exposed
skin with a hungry ferocity.
“Come on, Argo,” she
muttered. “Unlike you, I don’t relish being out here.” Like he could see her—or
respond in words, she shrugged. “Not at night anyway. Especially at a rest
area.”
The winds carried his
deep bark to her and her shoulders sagged. I know what that means. There would
be no return trip to the van until she went to see what he wanted. “Argo,
hier!” she pitched her voice to carry over the wind and pelting snow.
She stomped her feet,
wishing once more she was back in the van and on the road, headed home. The
trip had been a long one, good, but long. From the darkness he appeared like a
rocket who’d locked in her trajectory, snow flew out from his bounding strides.
He executed a perfect sit before her as if there weren’t all that snow under
his ass.
“Good boy,” she
praised, before giving him her unique release command. “Wazzu.”
He barked again and
backed up now that he’d been released. His intentions plain. Her heart broke
for a moment; he looked so much like his father. Her heart dog. Another bark
followed by a spin and two bounces in the other direction.
“I’m coming. Two
legs, not four here.” She struck out after him, cursing as the land dipped down,
causing her to slide through the knee-deep snow. Her dog led her to a thick
copse of trees where he barked at a log, lying partially in the freezing river.
She brushed a wet
curl away from her face. “Seriously? You wanted me to see you bark at a log? I should
kill you. Let’s go.”
He ignored her and
stepped closer to the water. Her mouth dropped open when he grasped something
in his jaw and yanked. Shit, that’s a person.
She scrambled over by
Argo, driving him back with a single word. It was a man, the blowing snow had
partially covered him and his lower body still lay submerged in the icy water.
“Shit.” She shifted
and bent to grasp him beneath his arms, then pulled. By the time she got him
free of the water, she was panting. He wasn’t small by any stretch. His body
riddled with burn marks, wounds, and absolutely no clothing.
Without thought, she
shrugged out of her coat and covered him. On her, it went past her calves. On
him, it barely hit his knees.
“What the fuck
happened to you?”
“Leave me,” he rasped
before he collapsed, completely unconscious.
“Sure, because I was
raised to leave half frozen naked men alone. I don’t suppose you’re just
pretending to be unconscious, are you?” Of course not. “Fuck me sideways, this
is going to suck.” She bent back down and got to the arduous task of moving him
to safety.
It took her nearly
twenty minutes to drag him up to her van that thankfully she’d parked close to
where she was coming up. The wind had picked up along with the snow, making her
all the more pleased to have Argo with her. The parking lot was vacant on her
end, everyone else having parked near the restrooms.
Per her norm, she’d
chosen an empty area so the dogs she travelled with wouldn’t be around
everyone. Especially when she let them stretch their legs. She paused, digging
in her pants pocket for her keys, then unlocked her van.
“This is how serial
killers get into your life, Leena. You bring them in.” She opened the side
door, immediately saying, “Blibe.” The three dogs there stayed as ordered and
she returned to the unconscious, still naked man lying in a heap.
Her own strength
waning, she grunted and groaned as she maneuvered him into the vehicle.
“Usually I’m having sex when I mutter and grunt this much. Or I think I do,
haven’t had any in a while so I’m not sure how it goes.”
Once inside the van,
she reached and closed out the cold once Argo had jumped in. At least until he
shook. Her dogs were interested in her newcomer but she moved them aside as she
took him to the bench seat converted to a bed in the back. She reached around
him and removed the jacket, doing her best to ignore his cock that lay against
his leg.
“Maybe you’re not all
cold.”
She drew back the
blankets and nearly lay him back but a moment of hesitation for the injuries on
his back were a problem that needed addressing. Reaching over him to the rear
of the van, she grabbed the first aid kit she always carried from where it
rested in its spot. Then set about cleaning his injuries.
“Someone sure did a
number on you, man.” Shallow cuts, deep cuts, burns, and more bruising than she
cared to think about. She worked swiftly to be able to get him under the
blankets.
More thoughts of his
cock filled her as she moved it aside to clean the gash on his inner thigh.
Thoughts she brushed away.
He groaned as she lay
him on his back. “I know it hurts and I’m sorry. Either side will hurt, not
much I can do about that. You’ll be warm in just a bit.”
He lay on her
electric blanket and below three others heavy blankets. Scrambling to the
front, she started the ignition then returned to adjust the heat to the lowest
setting on the blanket. Unsure of how long he’d been submerged in the water,
she didn’t want it totally hot, that would be hella painful when feeling
returned. Better to do low and allow the warmth work its way up.
“Heat from both
sides.”
She covered him again
and watched as the two bitches lay on either side of him before her youngest
dog curved his body around the man’s feet.
She stuffed the
cleaning supplies in the trash and reached for her bag. After drawing out a dry
sweatshirt, she hesitated a second before she scoffed at herself.
“Just got done
touching his naked body, the man’s unconscious, and I’m hesitant about
stripping in front of him.” She removed the sodden item and draped it over the
crate against the side. Then pulled on the dry one. Then she shucked the snow
pants, leaving her in dry jeans.
Her stomach rumbled,
reminding her it was time for some food. “I know, I know.”
She glanced at the
bed and smiled, he wasn’t visible with the dogs around him. “No heat like dog
heat. Come on, boy.”
She went back to the
driver’s seat and slid over the fabric. Her full size van may not have been new
but it was all hers and ran superbly. Argo hopped into the passenger seat,
turned two circles, and lay down on the bed she’d created for him there.
Rubbing his head, she hit the windshield wipers.
“You’re taken care
of, now it’s my turn.” He grunted. “Almost home, boy. Just a few more hours.”
He yawned and closed
his eyes.
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Author
Info
Aliyah Burke is an avid reader and is
never far from pen and paper (or the computer). She loves to hear from her
readers and can be found on Facebook or Twitter at @AliyahBurke96.
She is married to a career military
man. They are owned by four Borzoi, and a DSH cat. She spends her days sharing
time between work, writing, and dog training.
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