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Morton "Jacko" Jackman isn't afraid of anything. He's a former Navy SEAL sniper, and he's been in more firefights than most people have had hot meals. Lauren Dare scares the crap out of him.
Gorgeous, talented and refined, she's the type of woman who could never be interested in a roughneck like him. So he's loved her fiercely in secret, taken her art classes, and kept a watchful but comfortable distance. Until now.
Lauren had finally found a home in Portland, far from her real identity, far from the memories of her mother's death, and outside the reaches of the drugged-out psycho who's already tried to kill her twice. One tiny misstep--a single photograph--has shattered it all. She has no choice but to run again, but this time she'll give herself a proper farewell: one night with Jacko.
Their highly charged emotional encounter changes everything. In Jacko's arms there cannot be fear, there can only be pleasure. Anyone wishing her harm will have to pass through him, and Jacko is a hard man to kill.
172 pages, ebook
First published January 1, 2014



Megadeth, his favorite band, came through Portland, one night only, and he didn’t go. It was a Tuesday and Lauren taught on Tuesday evenings. So no Megadeth.
He didn’t even realize he’d stopped fucking chicks until three weeks after meeting Lauren. It hadn’t even occurred to him. When it did, he made a point of going out that evening to his usual hole, The Spike, and picking someone up because Jacko Jackman didn’t do abstinence. Nope. A couple of chicks he’d hooked up with before stopped by and made interested noises and to his enormous surprise, his dick said no.
Jorge was desperately looking for Anne Lowell, Chantal’s daughter, Alfonso’s stepdaughter.
Chantal had died an hour after Alfonso, as his main heir. And then Anne had been Chantal’s main heir.
“Actually, um...” She turned a bright red. “I was wondering whether you want to make love.”
"He walked her to the bed, stopping just short of it, feeling as if he were strapped with bricks of C4, just about to detonate."
"...choosing this person who looked like one of the more unsavory Sons of Anarchy in a tux—well."
