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Deadly Series, Book 1
In Ann Christopher’s classic novel of suspense, a drug kingpin’s vicious crimes spark a DEADLY chain of events…
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF A DRUG KINGPIN WANTED TO MURDER YOU?
DEA Special Agent Jackson Parker does what it takes to keep vermin off the streets and our kids safe from drugs.
But now the most vicious sociopath he ever brought to justice wants him dead.
And the crossfire between good and evil threatens the intriguing woman Jack desires.
If you love sexy romantic thrillers with explosive surprises and edge-of-your-seat suspense, grab a copy of Deadly Pursuit today!
What the Critics say
“Thrilling. Relentless. Sexy. Romantic suspense for fans of Karen Robards, Lisa Jackson and Karen Rose.”
—Eve Silver, National Bestselling Author
“[An] exciting romantic thriller [with a] thrilling conclusion.”
—Publisher’s Weekly on Deadly Pursuit
“Christopher does not disappoint in her second DEA thriller. There’s no shortage of heart-stopping action and explosive encounters. ‘Page-turner’ is definitely an apt description for this story because the surprises just keep on coming.”
—Romantic Times BOOKreviews on Deadly Desires
Read an Excerpt
“No one’s happy about you, Bunny,” Jack said.
In what he supposed was a one-time only thing, she let both the sarcasm and the nickname pass. “How’s your forehead?” she asked quietly.
“What? Oh.” Peeling the washcloth away, he poked at it with his fingers, trying to assess the damage.
Amara jerked his hand away and scowled. “Brilliant. Be sure to infect it with as many germs as possible, genius.”
He laughed, which was proof positive that this whole adventure had rendered him insane. Actually cracked his lips open in a smile and let it play out to its natural conclusion, which was laughter.
It almost felt good. Almost eased some of the pain.
“Amara,” he said. “We’re running for our lives. We’ll be lucky to see the sun come up in a few hours. Do you think we might have a few more important things to worry about than a little cut on my forehead?”
Snatching the washcloth away, she went to the sink, ran some water on it, wrung it out and came back to gently wipe his skin with it. “With brains like that, I’m surprised you’ve managed to keep yourself alive for this long. This guy who’s after you must be a real idiot, huh?”
He laughed again, and the sound was strange to his own ears. His laughter didn’t get much of a workout these days and hadn’t for years. There’d been more than one or two dark moments when he’d thought he’d never laugh again.
Forgetting himself—he always forgot himself when she was around—he stared down at her wry smile and felt connected to another human being in a way he wasn’t sure he’d ever been. But then he remembered and the moment became too intimate and delicious.
Don’t get too close, man.
He turned away on the pretext of grabbing his bag from the floor, slinging it onto the dresser near the TV and rummaging around for some fresh clothes. With tremendous effort, he focused on the hot shower he was about to take and tried not to feel her silent presence behind him.
She’d be gone soon, so it was best to concentrate on that.
The problem was, she was here now…