INTO THE WHIRLWIND is the second book in the BOSS,
Inc. series
by Kat Martin, and as usual she keeps you entertained with
full-out action, suspense and romance. Whenever a story
involves
bodyguards, bounty hunters and private investigators what's
not to like? These are a bunch of guys who are used to taking
control and doing what needs to be done. This particular
story deals with misconceptions, hurt feelings and finding a
way to forgive. INTO THE WHIRLWIND is one of those stories
about how you can
truly hurt someone but when you are in desperate need that
person still comes to your aid and puts aside those feelings
in order to help. Would you be able to put aside
your feelings when you realize that coming to the aid of
the person that hurt you will bring all those emotions back?
When former model Megan O'Brien's three year old son, Charlie,
is been kidnapped and the ransom note says no
police she goes
to the one person she trusts to help her. Dirk Reynolds never
forgave Meg for they way she dumped him after their hot and
brief affair when he was her bodyguard. But when he finds out
her son has been kidnapped he knows he has to help her. Luke
Brodie and other BOSS, Inc. employees along with some friends
help Dirk do what they do best. Meg realizes how wrong she
has been in judging Dirk and now she has to convince him to
give her a chance to make things right. Dirk wants to be with
Meg he just has to find a way to forgive her.
If you're looking for some hot action that involves some hot
alpha males then check out INTO THE WHIRLWIND. There is a
surprise when you discover who is behind the problems
surrounding Meg and her son. The BOSS, Inc. guys shows what
the consequences are when you mess with one of theirs.
A bodyguard, a bounty hunter, a private investigator, no
one can handle the heat like the men of BOSS, Inc.
Megan O'Brien is at her wit's end. Her three-year-old son
has been kidnapped. No police, says the ransom demand.
Fearing for her son's life, Meg has no choice but to turn
to her former bodyguard, Dirk Reynolds.
Dirk's never forgiven Meg for the way she left him after
their brief affair. But with bounty hunter Luke Brodie on
his side, Dirk knows he's got to help Meg rescue her son.
The few clues they’ve gathered send them spiraling into a
murky world of big banking and international crime. Meg
may be way out of her depths, but she’s seeing a side of
Dirk she never suspected—one no woman could possibly
resist.
Excerpt
"Ms. Megan, thank God you're home! It's...it's Charlie.
I can't find little Charlie."
Meg's heart took a leap as she stepped into the house,
nearly colliding with her housekeeper, Rose Wills.
"Charlie's almost three. He probably woke up and
wandered off somewhere. He has to be here someplace."
But even as she said the words, worry jolted through her.
Telling herself not to panic, Meg hurried toward the
stairs.
"I put him down for a nap an hour ago," Rose said,
hurrying along behind her. "When I went back to check on
him, he was gone."
"You know how he likes to hide. He's just found a new
place is all." But fear had her pulse kicking up, and
her stomach started to churn. At the top of the landing,
she turned and ran down the hall to her little boy's
bedroom, the housekeeper close behind her.
Charlie wasn't in his small white youth bed. "Charlie!
Mama's home. Charlie! Where are you, sweetheart?" Meg
ran to the closet and pulled open the door, searched
through the stuffed toys and games on the closet floor,
but found no sign of her son.
Her heart was hammering now, her stomach balled into a
fist. Meg told herself to stay calm. There were dozens
of places a little boy could hide in a two-story house.
"Charlie! Charlie, where are you, sweetie?"
Rose's higher-pitched, worried voice chimed in.
"Charlie! Come out now. Your mommy wants you."
They searched upstairs but he was no where to be seen,
went downstairs and searched the floor below.
"God, Rose, where could he be? You don’t think he went
outside?"
"I always keep the doors locked and the chain on.
There's no way he could have gotten out."
They checked all the doors, but Rose was right. No way
could her little boy have gotten out of the house.
Meg ran back upstairs. She returned to his room, walked
over to the bed to see if the covers still held a trace
of warmth. Reaching down, she touched the soft blue
blanket with the sailboats on it, but none of Charlie's
heat remained.
Instead she spotted an envelope protruding from the
folds, her name in ink on the front.
"What did you find?" Rose walked up beside her.
"It's a letter." Her hands shook as she tore the
envelope open.
"I didn't see it before," Rose said. "Oh, dear Lord."
She started to tremble, her pendulous breasts heaving as
the implication sank in. She was a big woman, nearly as
tall as Meg's five-foot-ten inch frame. "What...what
does it say?"
Meg read the note and her heart clutched, then turned to
stone. "'We have your son. He'll cost you ten million
in cash. You've got three days or he's...he's dead. No
police.'"
Meg swayed on her feet. She gripped the headboard,
afraid she might faint. Dear God, my baby! She turned,
let Rose pull her into a hug, and her eyes welled with
tears. They clung to each other, both of them crying.
The housekeeper straightened away. "We have to call the
police. They'll know what to do. They'll get Charlie
back."
Meg shook her head. "No police. If we call them,
they'll kill him."
Rose crossed herself. "What are going to do, Ms. Meg?"
Meg closed her eyes and prayed for strength. Her dad was
extremely wealthy. He loved his grandson. Her father
could get the ten million dollars they needed to pay the
ransom.
But her dad was extremely controlling. And he believed
money was the solution to everything. What if the
kidnappers took the money and still killed her baby?
She thought of Charlie's father, Jonathan Hollander, the
man she had married to please her dad. Yes, he was
handsome. She couldn’t deny she’d been attracted to his
dark good looks and charming smiles. Her father hadn't
been able to see past Jonathan's impressive Harvard
education and his family's lofty position in society.
Meg thought what a no-good, lying, cheat he had turned
out to be.
She couldn't go to Jonathan.
Another man's image came to mind. Smart. Loyal to a
fault. Strong. Tough. Reliable. The one man she would
trust with her precious son's life.
"I know someone." Strength seeped through her as
determination set in. "I know a man who can bring
Charlie home."
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