Excerpt of Hot Rebel by Lynn Raye Harris

Victoria kept her pistol aimed at one man, the one directly
in front of her. They might kill her, but she was taking
one of them with her. The air crackled with danger and
electricity.

And then the man lowered the rifle just enough that she
could see his face. It wasn’t a face she’d expected, but
relief flooded her at the sight.

Nick Brandon looked as handsome as always, but he also
looked angry, his dark brows drawn low in two slashes over
his face. Still, she knew he wouldn’t kill her. She knew it
in her bones. She dropped the pistol to her side, but the
men still didn’t relax their stances, and she knew they
wouldn’t until she was unarmed. She had to make her fingers
uncurl from the grip, but she did it, and the gun slid to
the sand where it hit with a soft plunk.

The team of special ops warriors lowered their weapons, but
Victoria only had eyes for Nick. The last time she’d seen
him, she’d also had a pistol aimed at him. He wasn’t likely
to forgive her for that, but right now she almost didn’t
care. She was safe, even if she wasn’t entirely certain she
would remain that way.

“Well, hey there, Preacher Boy,” she made herself say,
though her teeth wanted to chatter. “Didn’t know I was
quite so dangerous you had to bring the entire Delta Force
with you. But I’m flattered, I have to say.”