Kat Martin | A Glimpse INTO THE WHIRLWIND!

Hello Friends,

Next up for me is INTO THE WHIRLWIND, the second of my BOSS Inc, novels! It’s Megan and Dirk’s wild and tumultuous story; one of personal favorites. And ya gotta love the cover!! It hits the shelves May 31^st. I just received the review from RT BOOK REVIEWS, and thought I would share it with you along with a peek inside the cover of INTO THE WHIRLWIND. “The second in the BOSS, Inc. series continues to excite! If you enjoy taught page-turners with powerful and protective alpha males, you’ve found one. The main characters have fiery chemistry and are evenly matched, making the intensity and intrigue all the more thrilling. Readers have come to expect steamy sex and plenty of suspense from Martin, and this series provides it in abundance!” —RT BOOK REVIEWS

EXCERPT from INTO THE WHIRLWIND

Megan O'Brien parked at the end of the gravel driveway and quietly got out of
her compact SUV. Through the trees, she could hear the roar of a chainsaw, hear
see two-by-fours going up to form the sides of the house under construction.

The garage was already finished, undoubtedly full of Dirk's toys, including a
Harley and a custom Dodge Viper. In the summer, he kept a boat docked on the
lake below the house.

Though two other men were hard at work, her gaze went straight to Dirk. Hammer
in hand, carpenter's belt dangling low on his waist, he was shirtless, though
the January air was chill.

Hard muscle flexed across his back and shoulders as he pounded in a nail with an
ease that said how many times he had done it. Long, sinewy muscles outlined by
the soft fabric of his jeans stretched and moved as he worked on his house.

Meg's gaze went over the familiar dragon tattoo that wound over one shoulder and
inched up the side of his neck. The colored ink seemed right with the sexy,
short-cropped, horseshoe mustache that framed his mouth and curved down to his
jaw, making him look like the hard, tough man he was.

Even her terrible fear for her son couldn't block the memories of how it had
felt to lie with him. Couldn't lessen the yearning that burned through her body
just at the sight of him.

On the fashion show tour, Dirk had been her bodyguard, and though every instinct
had warned her not to get involved with him, the fierce attraction between them
was impossible to resist.

Once the tour returned home, Meg had ended the affair. Dirk Reynolds was wild
and fierce while she was a single mother with a son to raise. She had duties,
responsibilities.

She couldn't have Dirk Reynolds.

But she had never gotten over Dirk.

Meg steeled herself and headed along the gravel driveway toward the house he was
rebuilding after the fire that had nearly killed him five months ago. One thing
she knew, Dirk Reynolds was a hard man to kill.

Which was the reason she had swallowed her pride and her heartache and come to
him. She needed him, trusted him as she never had another man. Her little
boy's life depended on gaining this man's help. This man she had loved and
rejected.

She stepped out of the foliage and started toward him. With Dirk's usual keen
senses, he turned, alert that someone was there, though the buzz of the saw hid
the sound of her footsteps.

For several long moments, he just stared, watching as she approached. He was
six-two, his body lean and sculpted. Wavy dark brown hair curled at the nape of
his neck. She forced herself to keep walking, even as his jaw locked and a
fierce scowl darkened his face.

Dirk grabbed a faded blue work shirt and shrugged it on, covering most of his
amazing chest. He didn't bother fastening the buttons, just strode toward her,
blocking her view of the house.

He stopped right in front of her. "What are doing here, Meg?"

"I need to talk to you. It's...it's urgent."

"You're trespassing. What do you want?"

She swallowed, fought to stay strong. He didn't want her there. She had known
he wouldn't. Known he thought of her only with contempt. She wished he would
hold her the way he used to when she was afraid. "I...I want to hire you."

The corner of his mouth edged into a ruthless half smile. "What for? Stud
service?"

She wanted to cry. She wanted to beg his forgiveness. Tell him she had never
forgotten him. That she never would. She knew it wouldn't matter to Dirk. Not
anymore.

It didn't matter. Nothing mattered, but saving the life of her son.

Giveaway

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