by Maggie Marr
Natalie nodded. Estrella and all of Greystone wanted to find Palook. She wasn’t safe, Estrella wasn’t safe. Really, no woman was safe with a madman like Palook and his followers free in the world. “I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Love you. Remember, Nat, you’re the closest thing to family I’ve got.”
“Kind of pathetic, Ari,” Natalie teased. “Maybe you need a girlfriend or a pet.”
“Too much work. I live for my job. Talk soon. Relax, have a good time, get some rest and come back ready to rock the Shemax sequel like only you can.”
Natalie pressed the off button on the phone and slipped it into her pocket. She was the luckiest girl in the world.
Beck walked toward her. “Ari told you? You good with this?”
A tiny smile crossed her lips. She doubted she’d be good with anything for a while. “You’re going with me, right?”
Beck reached out and pulled her into his arms. “I’m going with you forever and for always.”
“Then I’m good. I’ll always be good as long as you’re with me.”
“Remi talked to the doctors—Rico is going to be fine. Thought you’d want to know. And we’re nearly one hundred percent that he didn’t know who Palook was or what he was really after. Don’t get me wrong, he was planning on selling your sex tape for big money to get rid of some gambling debts, but he didn’t know that Palook was really after you.”
Even though Rico was a jerk, Natalie felt better somehow, knowing that he wasn’t a complete dirtbag who would sell her to some sociopath who wanted to cut up her face.
“We also have an agent who’s been in deep cover with Palook for the last nine months. Should be able to give us a lot of inside information about his plans and who he’s after, and possibly even what his next moves are. Remi is getting ready to debrief him.”
“And Jax?”
“Good. Surface wound.”
Natalie took a deep, cleansing breath. She looked up at Beck. He’d saved her, he’d been there for her, he was solid and good and kind and had a strong moral compass. Plus he was hot as hell. “We’re good?”
A slow smile curled over Beck’s lips. “We’re better than good. We’ve got a private plane taking us to a private island. I hear the beaches are amazing.” He lifted one brow and heat pulsed between them. “Not that you’ll be getting out of bed while we’re there.”
Desire, warm and molten, slid through her core. After what they’d both been through, she wanted to be alone, far away, and safe with Beck.
“You ready?”
Natalie nodded and Beck’s arms closed around her. He lifted her chin and pressed his lips to hers.
“Then let’s go, baby. Let’s get out of this place for a while.”
The End
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Enjoy an excerpt from Jax, A Hollywood Hitman Novel
“I need you to crack this computer.” Jax stood over Zed who had the laptop in front of him. The tech guy’s eyes shifted around his head like marbles on a table. Nervous. Jax made Zed nervous. Good. Jax would use that to get what he needed.
“I....I can’t simply break into a laptop that you give to me.”
“Why the hell not?” Jax leaned forward. Why was Zed being difficult?
“There’s protocol and guidelines—”
“Since when?” Jax asked though clenched teeth. “Seems protocol goes right out the window when we’re doing things for one of Greystone’s clients.”
“Is....is this for a Greystone client?” Zed swallowed and tilted his head to the side.
Jax lowered his chin and his voice. “I need the information on that laptop. This is important.”
“But is it for a client? Just...because I can do things, simply because we have the capability to do them at Greystone. Capability doesn’t mean we’re allowed to do it. There are rules, there are—”
“Fuck the rules.” Jax’s words bit out across the giant room and he felt the weight of all the analysts eyes upon him. “You hide behind those fucking rules when it’s convenient and ignore them when you need to.” Jax bit back his anger and again lowered his voice. “And I’m telling you, today, I need you to ignore them.”
The color drained from Zeb’s face. He was the same shade as his lab coat.
“Jax, I can’t—”
“Jax!” A hard voice rang out from the doorway of the room. Jax’s hands balled into fists and he backed away from Zeb. “I need you now.” Jax glanced toward Remi.
He was going to get his ass chewed. That was for damn certain. These ex-military guys at Greystone were all the same and that included Remi. Wanted to believe his shady past made him less than them until they needed his ass to bail them out of some real-world shit they didn’t understand. Jax glanced over his shoulder at Zeb who watched him walk toward Remi. Jax was fed up of all these guys pretending like they had some code-of-conduct when really all he saw was a code-of-conduct that applied to do whatever was necessary to protect whoever could foot Greystone’s bill.
Remi’d be a kickass gambler. His face emoted like a concrete wall. But all that muscle beneath that suit seemed tense. Yeah, Jax could get under Remi’s skin. He had that effect of most the operatives at Greystone.
“What you need, boss?” Jax let the words roll out of his mouth pretty certain the tone could get more sarcastic even if he tried.
“Estrella wants to see you. Now.”
Jax’s stomach pitted. He swallowed.
Shit.
Estrella. Yeah, that was the one person...damn, Estrella. She....she got to him. Maybe it was her face. Maybe it was her cool demeanor. Maybe it was the idea that even though she’d been bred and born rich as King Midas that she knew, absolutely-fucking-knew what his Jax’s life had been up until Greystone. Or maybe it was simply that fucking white wolf-dog Pearl that was always next to her. But dam, that woman set him on edge.
“She say why?”
“Only that she has a new assignment she wants to discuss with you. Says it’s perfect for your skill-set.”
A new assignment perfect for his skill set? Fuck. What the hell kind of mess had he gotten himself into now?
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First and always, thank you to my readers because you rock my world! Thank you to my agent Kristin Nelson, who is always working on my behalf. Thank you to Maria Walsh Connor Green for all your help and assistance; you are the absolute best! Kelley Hawthorne Jefferson, thank you for your wisdom and your guidance and thank you to Caitlyn O’Leary for introducing us. Cami Brite, of Brite Designs, thank you for the cover and the amazing branding. Also, Sylvie Fox, thank you for helping me with the ISBN and all the new info I needed to get this book published. Thank you to my editor, Mackenzie Walton, for your patience and your work. Jennifer Brown, thank you for proofreading and making the final pages shine. Sarah Altman, thank you for making my newsletters look awesome!
Thank you to the organizations that support me and my writing; LARA, OCC-RWA, RWA, WFWA, Let it Rain. You provide me with friendships, wisdom, and the opportunity to serve a community that I love. Thank you to The Lady Jane Salon and The Ripped Bodice for supporting Romance.
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Maggie Marr
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