Denver journalist, Natalie Benoit, travels to Mexico for a seminar to get away from the office. Natalie is horrified as the bus she is traveling on is stopped and the passengers are brutally killed one by one; yet, for some reason, Natalie is spared only to be taken to a compound and chained to a wall. Alone and desperate, Natalie refuses to give up, let alone leave anyone behind, regardless if they are a criminal or not (and she is sure the man in the cell is a criminal of some sort). All Natalie knows is that the man in the cell next to her has suffered enough at the hands of her kidnappers. Gathering her wits and courage, Natalie takes advantage of the lax security and finds a way to free them both with out knowing the man she is rescuing is a US Marshall.
Deputy US Marshal Zach McBride is betrayed to a very angry Mexican drug cartel that thinks Zach has stolen a shipment of drugs which is why he is chained to a wall, beaten beyond recognition, and tortured to an inch of his life. If this bloodthirsty Mexican Cartel finds out that they are holding a US Marshal, Zach is as good as dead. Zach knows his captors have a woman prisoner next to him, which is unfortunate since these men do not treat women well. All Zach can do is attempt to protect her as much as possible with out blowing his cover. To Zach's surprise, the woman is more resourceful than he thought since she somehow finds a way to escape and free them both from a certain death giving Zach an opportunity to use his skills to get them through the desert to safety before the enemy catches up to them.
BREAKING POINT is Pamela Clare's fifth book in the I-team Series which is action-packed, with danger at every turn, and steamy chemistry between powerful characters. Don't miss it!
While investigating border violence in Ciudad Juรกrez,
Mexico, Denver journalist Natalie Benoit is caught in a
bloody ambush and taken captive. Alone in the hands of
ruthless
killers, she will need every ounce of courage she possesses
to survive.
Betrayed by another operative, Chief Deputy U.S. Marshal
Zach McBride has endured
a week of torture and interrogation at the hands of a
bloodthirsty Mexican drug cartel.
Ready to give his life if he must, he remains unbrokenโuntil
he hears the cries of an
American woman.
Although Natalie is only a voice in the darkness of their
shared prison, her plight brings
renewed strength to Zachโs battered body. With her help, he
overpowers their captors,
and they flee through the desert toward the border, the
attraction between them flaring
hotter than the Sonoran sun.
But past loss and tragedy leave both of them reluctant to
follow their hearts, even
when the passion between them reaches its breaking point.
Faced with feelings neither
expected, they fight to stay ahead of the danger that hunts
them as forces more powerful
than they can imagine conspire to destroy them bothโฆ
EXCERPT
Natalie took a sip of coffee, studying Zach over the top of
her porcelain cup as he devoured what was left of his
breakfast. Most of the time when she interviewed someone,
she had a good sense of whether that person was telling her
the truth. Today, however, her intuition seemed to be
taking a vacation.
Maybe the stakes were too high this time. Maybe she was too
caught up in her own emotions and too close to the
situation to focus clearly. Or maybe Zach was just harder
to read than most people.
If only he would put on a shirt!
It wasnโt right for any man to be so dangerous and so sexy
at the same time. Her adrenal glands and her ovaries were
locked in a shouting match now, the former insisting she
needed to run away fast, the latter wishing heโd kiss her
again.
And thatโs why you need to think with your brain.
She set her cup down. โHow did you get shot? Iโve seen the
scar.โ
โA man aimed an AK-47 at my back and fired.โ He shoveled
the last bite of hash browns into his mouth and chewed.
Okay, so he wasnโt going to answer that one.
โWhatโs your last name?โ
He set down his fork and napkin. โSmith. No, Jones. No,
wait โ itโs Black. I like that better. Zach Black. It
rhymes.โ
He wasnโt going to answer that one either.
โIf you didnโt steal the cocaine, Zach Black, why didnโt
you just tell me that right away? Why let me believe youโre
some kind of criminal if youโre not?โ
โI was afraid youโd start asking a lot of questions, like
you always do, and we both had more important things to
deal with.โ His plate clean, he reached for his coffee,
then leaned back in his chair, his long legs stretched out
in front of him, his pants riding low enough on his hips to
expose a trail of dark hair that disappeared behind his
zipper. โBesides, itโs not like you were going to
say, โPlease leave me with the Zetas.โโ
He took a sip.
โWhy did the Zetas think youโd stolen the drugs if you
didnโt?โ
He seemed to think about this, as if deciding whether or
not to answer. โThe person I believe stole the shipment
drugged me, then handed me over to them and told them Iโd
stolen it, making me the scapegoat for her actions.โ
A woman? โShe drugged you?โ
He nodded. โShe called, asked me to meet her at a bar in
Juรกrez, and the next thing I knew, I was a guest in Hotel
Zeta.โ
Hotel Zeta?
More like Hell on Earth.
Natalie couldnโt fathom how he could make light about his
captivity after what heโd been through. โDidnโt she care
what they would do to you?โ
โI guess she cared more about money.โ He took another sip.
โThatโs terrible.โ
Proof of how much heโd suffered was still visible on his
bodyโfrom the dark purple bruise on his ribcage to the
faint pink electrical burns on his chest and belly to the
gauze bandages on his raw, blistered wrists. If what heโd
said was true, this person had turned him over to the
Zetas, knowing full well he would be tortured and killed.
How could any woman be so heartless?
The next question that popped out of Natalieโs mouth was
not the one sheโd been about to ask. โWas she your lover?โ
How incredibly rude! Thatโs none of your business, girl!
Zach didnโt answer right away, his lips curving in a
smile. โNow why, oh, why would you ask me that, Ms. Benoit?โ
โNo reason.โ She felt herself blush. โJust curious.โ
โAh, I see.โ He set his coffee cup down on the tray, the
amused expression on his face telling her that he did seeโ
right through her. โNo, she wasnโt my loverโthough not for
lack of trying on her part.โ
So Zach didnโt sleep with every woman who threw herself at
him. That was good to hear. โAre you married?โ
He shook his head. โNo.โ
Natalie couldnโt seem to stop herself. โDivorced?โ
โNo!โ
โGay?โ
He came face to face with her in one smooth motion, so
close that she could see flecks of gold in the gray of his
irises, the spicy-clean scent of his skin filling her
lungs. โOh, angel, I think you know the answer to that one,
but if you need proofโฆ โ
A big hand slid into her hair, cradling the back of her
skull, angling her face upward. Pulse tripping, she found
herself looking into his eyes, wondering if he would was
really going to do it, if he was really going to kiss her.
And then he didkiss her.
Slowly.
He brushed his lips over hers, the mere whisper of a touch
sending shudders through her, making her breath catch. Then
he slipped his other arm around her and drew her against
his bare chest, the hard feel of his body making her go
weak. But still he didnโt kiss her full on, teasing her
mouth with his, nipping her lips, tracing their outline
with his tongue, until her lips tingled and ached and she
was trembling.
She shouldnโt let him do this. Zach was a dangerous man, a
killer. She knew next to nothing about him, not even his
last name. All she had was his promise that he wasnโt a
criminal. But it had been so long since a man had touched
her, so long since sheโd wanted a man to touch her.
She slid her arms around his neck, arched into him,
desperate for more.
He groaned, and the hand in her hair became a fist. And in
a heartbeat the kiss transformed, his lips pressing hard
and hot against hers, his tongue thrusting deep.
Oh, my stars!
Heat lanced through her, striking deep in her belly. With a
whimper, she kissed him back, welcoming his tongue with her
own, breathing in the male scent of him, her insides going
liquid as his hand moved slowly down her spine.