His revenge will change her life forever...
Cuban-American TV reporter Rebecca Menendez's success comes from playing by the rules. When she's kidnapped by a fierce and intensely handsome man who needs her help, however, all of those rules seem pointless. Nothing could have prepared her for being taken hostage...or the irresistible reward if she complies: information about her long-thought dead father.
Antonio Vega has spent almost every day of his adult life dreaming of revenging his father's death. With his sister's life and freedom in jeopardy, Antonio isn't taking any chances. But once Rebecca and Antonio are in Cuba, they're immersed in a world of corruption, deceit, and betrayal. It's a deadly game...and there are no rules.
He could feel her heart drumming against his chest. He turned her toward him and forced
his lips on hers before she could object or speak. Her lips were warm and pliant, surprising
given the crisis they found themselves in. Her body went limp in his arms, as if giving up
was exactly what she wanted to do. Or maybe fear had finally immobilized her. Either way,
he took advantage of her submission and deepened the kiss. When the tip of her tongue
complied, tentatively touching his, he hardened, desire joining the adrenaline already
pumping through him. Jesus, he was one sick bastard to be thinking about this right now.
They were going to end up in jail. But maybe this playacting was their way to freedom.
“Buenos días.” The officer from inside the ministry had reached them. He cleared his throat,
probably waiting for them to stop kissing.
Rebecca pushed against Antonio’s chest, breaking the kiss first. Fear resonated in her eyes,
but he didn’t know if that was a reaction to his kiss or acknowledgment of the deep shit
they’d just stepped in.
The older police officer had his hand on his gun, eyeing them without expression.
He could feel the blood rush through the artery in her neck, pounding like mad, and sweat
trickled down the side of her face, but her body didn’t stiffen, nor did she push him away.
Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked her leg around his.
“Were you heading to the Ministry of the Interior?” the officer asked. He must be trained to
be the good cop.
“No, señor.” He detached Rebecca from his body. “She was running away from me.”
“Because you lied to me.” She shouted so convincingly, she even fooled him for a second.
Or maybe she was being honest. He had lied to her.
Either way, she was playing along. Smart. “She was just a friend,” he pleaded. Let the cops
think they were having a lover’s spat.
She slapped him again, real satisfaction lighting up her eyes.
He grabbed her with enough force she had no choice but to tumble into him, but without
any kind of violence that would alarm the two cops standing close by. One of them was
actually grinning. The other looked angry, but maybe a bit turned on. “I think you’re
enjoying this,” he whispered into her ear. “Don’t hit me again.” She shivered against him.
“You have no idea how much,” she whispered back. “Don’t threaten me again.”
“Little hellion.” He planted his mouth on hers before she could reply. If she wanted to take
advantage of the precarious situation they found themselves in to hit him and get him back,
he’d do the same. She couldn’t pull away. She wouldn’t blow their cover. He slipped his
tongue into her mouth, savoring the taste of her.
She bit him.
A hand on his shoulder pulled him away from her. “Take her home.” The older cop gave
him a knowing look. “And teach her a lesson.”
“Like this, you mean?” He laid another kiss on her. So far the cops were buying their act.
Maybe that’s because Rebecca was actually kissing him back, this time running her hands
through his hair and tugging on it. Jesus, it felt good. He wondered if he were able to
maneuver a hand under her clothes, would she be excited? Did danger ignite her fire like it
did his? Because right now, as the cops rolled their eyes at each other and walked away, his
thoughts were drifting to the hard-on between his legs and how the line between danger and
desire, pleasure and pain, was very thin for him.
Author Linda Bond was born in San Francisco, California but spent most of her life in the south, attending middle and high school in Greenville, South Carolina and college at the University of Georgia in Athens, Georgia.
She’s worked as a television news reporter and anchor in Fort Myers, Orlando and Tampa Florida. For the past fifteen years, she’s been a health reporter, sharing important information with viewers on the latest medical breakthroughs and writing emotional, human-interest stories on those who have the courage and spirit to fight for their lives.
She writes every day, under deadline, but has always loved losing herself in a good fiction story. Her love for writing fiction actually started in high school, but a thriving, busy professional life, along with five kids kept her busy for many years.
Entangled Publishing released her debut romantic adventure, Alive at 5, in July 2014. Her latest book Cuba Undercover is based on her own true life love story.
She has received numerous writing awards in Romance Writer’s of America chapter contests for Alive at 5, Cuba Undercover and Glory, Glory the Majorettes are 40.
She has also won 12 Emmy awards, numerous Society of Professional Journalist, and Associated Press awards, as well as a Florida Bar award and Edward R. Murrow award.
This former baton-twirling beauty queen from the deep south, now lives in Tampa Florida with her husband, adopted son from Cuba, two daughters and one stubborn Bulldog named Sanford.