The Gunslinger's Man

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by Helena Maeve

Felix sucked in a shaky breath and, with some effort, tore his gaze away from the bobbing shadows. Calm. Your. Shit.

  Cool glass beneath his brow banished the rising fever, fogging with breath. Now and again, the rain-dappled window reflected indistinct, restless bodies—the sight of other passengers panicking, not him—and the single still point of the dark-haired stranger, assessing.

  The window mirrored the man’s nod when Felix met his gaze and held it for a beat too long.

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  About the Author

  Helena Maeve has always been globe trotter with a fondness for adventure, but only recently has she started putting to paper the many stories she’s collected in her excursions. When she isn’t writing erotic romance novels, she can usually be found in an airport or on a plane, furiously penning in her trusty little notebook.

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  Helena loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.pride-publishing.com.

  Also by Helena Maeve

  Courting Treason

  Misfit Hearts

  Flight Made Easy

  In the Presence of Mine Enemy

  Fault Lines

  Seat Sixty-Five

  Caught in the Undertow

  The Gunslinger’s Man

  Shadow Play: Best Kept Lies

  Shadow Play: Price of Freedom

  Shadow Play: Splendid Isolation

  Shadow Play: The Truth About the Liar

  Shadow Play: Counterfeit Conscience

  Shadow Play: Tipping Point

  Racing Hearts: The Secret of Delville Wood

  What’s his Passion?: Fistful of Lies

 

 

 


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