AGAINST THE ODDS has everything! Kat Martin gives you mystery, murder, romance, humor and a twist.
From the beginning AGAINST THE ODDS had me hooked. Meet Sabrina who is a stock broker, and Alex a private investigator. They do not get along. They had met at her friend Sage's wedding to Jake who happens to be Alex's best friend. Sabrina feels that Alex is a lady's man and she has had her fill of this kind of man. Sabrina has inherited a mine. She is not sure about where the mine is. So as much as she hates to ask, she hires Alex to go along with her. Together they travel to Texas. Strange accidents start to happen to them. Along with Alex going with to investigate, he still has a case that he thought had ended, but due to a problem in the case, it is still under investigation. Will this take him away from helping Sabrina?
Kat Martin's writing is fantastic. Once she gets you hooked, you won't put the book down. Kat's description of the different towns make you feel like you know these places. The romance in the books gives you just enough to make your heart feel it. There are several different story lines. However they all entwine with the two main characters. You will not get confused at all because of the way that Kat writes.
Right when you think that you have figured out some of the plot in comes the little twist. You keep reading because you just can't put it down. Several times I thought that I had it figured out, but once again I was wrong.
The cover of the books makes you think that it is going to be a romance. But right from the start you realize that there is a lot going on in this book. Weather you are a romance, suspense, or mystery reader AGAINST THE ODDS has what you're looking for.
AGAINST THE ODDS is a great book and I would definitely suggest this book to another who doesn't already know what a great writer Kat Martin is. The only thing that I would suggest is to try and read them in order. Even though you can figure out all the characters because Kat does give a little back ground on them. I would have like to read them in order.
THIS CASE MAY PROVE TO BE TOO HOT TO HANDLE
There's silver out there: Sabrina Eckhart is sure of it. And
when she finds the hidden mine on that big piece of West
Texas desert, all of her financial problems are solved. That
is, if she can find it. The man with the skills she needs is
private investigator Alex Justice─a former navy fighter
pilot and a current pain in the neck.
When mysterious "accidents" start to plague their search, it
seems Rina's multi-acre inheritance might be more of a curse
than a blessing. And yet, there's still something sensual
about the heat...his arrogance...her stubbornness...being
thrust into each other's arms by danger...But the vultures
are circling, and if they don't watch their backs, the
relentless desert sun could be the last thing they ever see.
EXCERPT
Rinaβs adrenaline was pumping. The thrill of being so high
in an open-air helicopter was a rush unlike anything she had
ever felt before. Add to that, flying with Alex Justice,
watching his long-fingered hands work the controls, seeing
the capable way he handled the machine, made her heart rate
soar even higher. There was something about a man taking
charge, a man who was good at what he did, that turned her on.
Not that she would ever admit it.
Alex wasnβt her type and she wasnβt his and both of them
knew it. Still, she wasnβt dead and Alex was definitely eye
candy and more.
She forced herself to concentrate on the search they were
making. Theyβd been flying for more than an hour, had
located the property but not the mine itself--assuming there
was one. Thereβd been nothing in the will to indicate its
location or anything about it. Just the legal description
of the land itself, three-thousand acres, five-square miles,
of what appeared to be dirt, rocks, and cactus.
Her gaze followed the contours of the property. Ravines
scarred the landscape, and ridges of granite rose out of the
sloping desert floor. Chaparral, mesquite, and scrub brush
dotted endless stretches of rocks and sand.
βNot much out there,β Alex said above the whip, whip, whip
of the rotors.
βWe havenβt covered that much area yet. Maybe weβll find
something that marks the mine.β
βIf there is one,β Alex said, reminding her there might not
be anything more than exactly what they were seeing--miles
and miles of vast, empty desert.
The hours began to blur together. Once they had reached the
property location, Alex had begun searching in a grid
pattern to cover as much of the area as possible. The
temperature was rising, the heat building inside the
chopper, the afternoon slipping away. Rina yawned and
rubbed her eyes, which felt gritty from the wind and heat.
An odd noise caught her attention. The whop, whop, whop had
been so regular sheβd been trying not to fall asleep. This
sound was different, a kind of grinding that had her gaze
shooting to Alex, who features suddenly looked grim.
Sabrinaβs heart stalled and a few seconds later, so did the
engine.
βAlex, whatβs happening?β
Alex heard the fear in Sabrinaβs voice. There wasnβt time
to answer. Instead, his years of training and experience
kicked in and he did what he had been trained to
do--slamming the collective down to neutral, taking the
pitch out of the blade. The chopper fell like a stone.
βOh, my God!β Sabrinaβs voice rose even higher as she
realized they were in trouble.
The blades were flat now, the wind whistling up between
them, making them spin even faster than the engine, which
had gone deadly silent.
βJust hold on!β he shouted. βWeβll auto-rotate down! Weβll
be fine!β Heβd done it dozens of times, knew without
thinking exactly how to make it happen. As the inertia
built, he began to search the ground for a place to land,
but something didnβt feel right, something was altering
their approach while they were still too high to make a safe
landing.
It was the blades, he realized. Instead of moving at the
speed they should have, they were sticking and slowing,
jerking instead of spinning smoothly. They were going to
hit the ground hard. Way too hard.
At the last minute, he flared the chopper, hoping to slow it
as much as possible, hit a little softer, keep the helo in
one piece, but the chopper was coming in too fast and the
ground rushed up.
Sabrina screamed as the windshield shattered and he leaned
over her, tried to cover her as much as he could with his
body. The rotor blades tore free and spun away, shattering
into jagged pieces that flew like deadly knives into the desert.
The chopper shook and continued to disintegrate. After what
seemed like minutes but was only seconds, the machine
finally started to settle. Alex popped his seatbelt and
reached for Sabrina, eased her back in the seat and saw
blood trickling down her forehead. She was moaning,
conscious, but barely. From the corner of his eye, he
spotted the lick of orange flames behind them, rushing up
from what was left of the engine.
The fuel tank was going to blow. They had to get out and
fast. Reaching behind his seat, he grabbed his emergency
gear bag, slung the strap over his shoulder, then reached
for Sabrina, popped her belt and started to pull her out of
the chopper from the pilotβs side.
The effort had him hissing in pain, his body telling him he
had injured a couple of ribs, but there wasnβt time to worry
about that now. Ignoring the sharp stab in his side, he
pulled Sabrina free of the wreckage, half dragged, half
carried her over to an outcropping of rock, settled her
behind it.
There was just enough time to throw himself over her,
protecting her as much as he could, before the helo exploded
into a ball of thick black smoke and searing flames. The
blazing inferno shot into the sky, and a barrage of shrapnel
sliced through the air around them.
Alex felt a sharp sting as a jagged piece of metal cut
through his shirt and sliced into his back. A second
explosion ripped through the air, then the only sound he
heard was the crackle of flames.
He took a quick look over the rock to make sure it was safe,
then turned his attention to the woman on the ground. Her
face was as pale as the sand under her head, and a thin line
of blood trickled from her forehead to her left temple.
She moved her head a little and groaned. Then her pretty
blue eyes cracked open and she looked up at him. βAlex...?β
The pain and fear in her voice made his chest clamp down.
She was lucky to be alive. They both were. Lucky heβd been
able to make any kind of landing at all.
βItβs all right, baby, youβre safe. I need to take a look,
see where youβre injured.β
She reached a shaky hand up to her forehead. βMy
head...hurts.β She swiped at the trickle of blood. βI
think I cut myself.β
His jaw hardened. She had hired him to protect her. But he
couldnβt protect her from this. βAre you hurt anywhere else?β
βNo, I donβt...donβt think so.β
Jerking the strap of the canvas bag off his shoulder, he set
the bag aside and made a cursory check for broken bones,
felt her legs and arms, which seemed to be okay. He checked
for neck or spinal injuries, didnβt find anything obvious.
There were nicks and cuts from the crash on her neck and
arms, but aside from that she seemed to be okay. Alex
breathed a sigh of relief that she hadnβt been hurt a lot worse.
βIβm kind of dizzy.β
βYou probably have a slight concussion.β He held up three
fingers. βHow many do you see?β
βThree.β
He checked her pupils. They looked normal. βYou remember
what happened?β
βWe crashed. I remember how scared I was, how fast the
ground seemed to come up from beneath us. Then I blacked out.β
βWe hit pretty hard.β To say the least.
βCan we...can we radio for help?β
βChopper exploded. No time to call it in and now the
radioβs gone.β
Her eyes widened at the news. She sat up a little too
quickly and hissed in pain.
βTake it easy.β He tried to ease her back down, but she
moved his hand away and managed to prop herself against the
rock to look over at the slow-burning chunk of metal, all
that was left of the helo. βWhat...what caused the crash?β
A muscle tightened in his jaw. βI donβt know. Something
went wrong with the engine. We should have been able to
auto-rotate down safely, but the rotors jammed. Weβre lucky
we faired as well as we did.β
Her eyes remained on the chopper, then swung to his face.
βYou saved me. You got me out of there. I never would have
made it on my own.β
He thought of how close theyβd both come. βYouβd have made
it if you hadnβt hit your head. Itβs no big deal.β He
could see by the set of her chin that she didnβt believe
him, but she didnβt say more.
He pulled his cell phone out of a pocket in his jeans,
noticed a burn hole in his pant leg, felt the sting where
the hot metal had struck. He had the same nicks and cuts
she had, a few more, maybe. His back was bleeding, but he
didnβt thing the cut was that bad. He was just grateful to
be alive.
Flipping open the phone, he saw there wasnβt any service, as
he had expected. There werenβt any cell towers this far out
in the middle of nowhere.
Sabrina silently watched him. Tentatively, she touched the
growing knot on her forehead next to her hairline. βGod,
Alex, what are we going to do?β
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