Swafford, Carla: Circle of Dishonor
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John “Ice” Takahashi’s final job for The Circle has an unexpected hitch in it; he’s fallen for an innocent civilian and his enemies know it. With his mission in a shambles, he’ll do anything to protect her, including kill. So how can a man without honor prove he’s worthy of her love?
Lena Matthews feels like she’s playing with fire by dating the mysterious Master J. He’s exotic, dangerous, and exactly what she needs in her boring life. With the bad guys bearing down on them, she discovers a whole new world of sensuality that binds her heart to his forever.
Now enjoy an excerpt:
As the hostess led them to their seats, a nice looking man stood a few tables over and waved at John. “Takahashi, come and sit with us.”
John lightly touched her arm. “Lena, I’m sorry, but they’re old friends, and I must accept their invitation.” He placed an arm around her waist.
“I understand. It’ll be nice to meet friends of yours.”
He grunted as if in approval and squeezed her to his side.
She’d meant it. Though she looked forward to talking with John one on one, friends were more apt to repeat stories that would show her layers of the man. Considering how quiet John had proven to be at this point, she hadn’t counted on learning much about him tonight.
The striking auburn-haired woman sitting next to the handsome man frowned at John as if she couldn’t place him and then switched her attention to Lena. The coldness in the woman’s green eyes caused Lena to hesitate and only John’s assuring touch helped her move forward.
“Lena, let me introduce you to Collin and his wife, Olivia. They run a local adoption agency. This is my special friend, Lena.” John held out the chair for her next to the window, across from Olivia, and then he sat next to her across from Collin.
“Ice!” The woman blurted out and then turned to her husband, hitting his shoulder. “His hair isn’t neon blue or long. I didn’t recognize him.”
“It has been a while,” John said without looking at Lena. “I prefer John.”
Ice? She could see someone calling him that. His calm manner probably came across to most as a cold disposition, but she saw the warmth underneath his self-control.
Carla Swafford is a lithe twenty-nine year old with long auburn hair and sparkling dark eyes who loves dancing with her gypsy friends. Geez! Can you tell I love writing fiction? Now for the real stuff: I’m married to my high school sweetheart and live in Alabama. I swear my stories are more exciting.
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