"A riveting romance with non-stop roller coaster action and suspense!"
Reviewed by Audrey Lawrence
Posted June 5, 2011
Romance Series | Romance Suspense
Closing her eyes for a few moments at the funeral for her
brother, Abigail could barely believe that Jason was gone.
Her older brother was her last close relative and now he
was gone, tragically killed by a hit and run driver. As
the rain poured over her, a handsome stranger with an
charming Irish lilt in his voice offered her an umbrella
so she could go to a waiting car. Thinking only of her
quiet evening alone, she was totally unprepared when
bullets suddenly smashed into the car's interior and she
was unceremoniously tossed on the floor.
Was this man, Shaun Logan, really a friend of her
brother's? What was going on? Despite her grief, Abby has
a sharp and investigative mind and, despite her Southern
Belle accent, she no longer let anyone push her around and
she was determined to find out all she can. Despite
Shaun's endorsement of Michael Donner, the CEO of Zip Tech,
the company Jason had worked for, Abby gets decidedly mixed
vibes from him and little bits from the strange message she
had from Jason started to make sense.
What doesn't make sense for Shaun, "The Fixer", is how he is
uncharacteristically drawn to Abby. Never before had he
become personal in his work. After scratching his way out
of some pretty mean slums in Ireland, he had built up his
business as well as the highly developed shield over his
emotions, so few could detect what he was really feeling.
But, while warm thoughts about her flitted in his mind,
how could he hope to gain her trust when he had lied so
much to her?
BULLETPROOF HEARTS is the fourth book in Kay Thomas'
Bulletproof series and it is a winner! A terrific read on
its own, Thomas fans will delight in finding they know some
of the secondary characters, such as Harlan Jeffries.
There is wonderful character development and energy
engagement between the fiercely independent Abby and Shaun
as they alternately test and assess each other while
striving to escape from unknown assailants.
He guarded her body. She guarded her heart.
The discovery that her brother was the victim of a
hit-and-run murder leads Abigail Trevor on a deadly hunt for
answers—and straight into a killer's web. Her only
protection comes from raw instinct, a cryptic video message
and a dangerously sexy military bodyguard who seems too good
to be true.
Private security specialist Shaun Logan doesn't want to care
whether Abby trusts him or not. But in order to protect her,
he needs to keep her close—very close. Keeping his hands off
the feisty blonde is going to be tough, but he knows it's a
line he shouldn't cross. After all, his focus needs to be on
the shocking truths he continues to unravel—and the deadly
force tracking Abby's every desperate attempt at escape.
"What did you find?" Abby asked.
"Nothing good. My backup is gone."
She looked up at Shaun looming over her in the darkness.
The candle threw strange shadows on the wall behind him,
reminding her of an old-fashioned cartoon character where
the villain is looming over the victim and about to pounce.
"Gone as in left or gone as in you can’t get them to
pick up their phones?" she asked.
"Both. They’re not answering and when I look out the
window, I don’t see their cars anymore. This group of
condos appears to be the only ones with no electricity.
Everyone else at least has a front porch light on."
She swallowed hard. "You’re right, doesn’t look good.
What do we do next?"
They were whispering but the rain had increased to such
an intensity, he had to put his lips directly against her
ear to be heard. "We need to take your brother’s laptop and
get out of here."
She nodded, ignoring the tingles of awareness that
shimmied down her spine. "Let me get something to cover it
with before we take it into the rain." She grabbed the
candle and crouched under the desk to scrounge for a bag of
some sort. Shattering glass had her startling and bumping
her head against the kneehole. Something or someone was
breaking through the patio door.
"Stay down," commanded Shaun pressing her to the floor
with his hand on the small of her back. He leaned over her,
a gun in the other hand. His body heat seeped through the
thin material of her dress. She could smell his aftershave
again or maybe it was a shampoo he used that made up the
scent that was uniquely his. This all had a sense of eerie
familiarity, like today in the limo.
"Stay here. Blow out that candle. I’ll be one minute."
His hand left her back and she felt strangely bereft.
Still clutching Jason’s yo-yo, she’d gone to her knees
with no protest but just as she about to snuff out the
light, she spied a plastic grocery bag tucked under a box
of printer paper, perfect for protecting the laptop from
the rain. She tugged on the sack, determined to tug to pull
it from under the forty-pound carton.
More glass broke. She took a breath to blow out the
candle when she sensed someone behind her.
She had time to turn, look up and scream before the
crash came down against her head and everything went black.
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