She Needs a Hero...
Abby Thompson didn’t sign up to be the daughter of the President of the United States. The position was forced on her by the small matter of her birth. Preferring a quiet life of study, she’s content to leave the politics and the international intrigue to her father. Unfortunately, the most powerful man on the planet is sure to make enemies. When a group of armed thugs takes her hostage half a world away, demanding the U.S. government release prisoners in exchange for her safe return, she fears her father’s policy of “not negotiating with terrorists” means she’ll never see the shores of the Potomac again. Luckily, there’s one glimmer of hope. His name is Carlos Soto. And though she abruptly ended things with him years ago, she knows now he’s the only man who can save her…
Black Knights, Inc. to the Rescue...
Carlos “Steady” Soto has taken part in his fair share of dangerous missions working at the covert government defense firm of Black Knights Inc. But nothing prepared him for the emotional rollercoaster he faces when he’s tasked with rescuing the only woman he ever loved—who also broke his heart. Racing against time and outmaneuvering a group of trained terrorists will take everything he’s got. Plus there’s the heat simmering between them which is threatening to ignite into an inferno. While ruthless enemies stalk them, they must learn to trust each other again. Even if they do make it out alive, will Abby turn her back on him…for the second time?
My, oh, my! Julie Ann Walker has redeemed my faith in her story telling. While I wasn’t really lost, I was only so-so about the last few books, but this one brought me back to what I love about this series. Hot sexy Latin hero saving the President’s daughter. What’s not to love about it all?
So when I started reading I thought President’s daughter, yeah right, I am not going to like Abby. Abby turned it around for me fast. We start of getting to know her in college where she and Carlos meet. Transparent and naive, Abby is in love with the older Carlos, but can’t imagine him lusting for her. When tragic events happen, Carlos lays his heart on the line only to have Abby turn away from him.
Fast forward 8 years later and Carlos “Steady” left a promising career behind to defend his country and eventually become a member of KGI, the President’s special elite Black Ops group. Carlos and Ozzy are best friends…oh Ozzy, you have my heart, but you have to stop your man whore ways dude. On a mission ot protect Abby from a threat no one is taking too seriously. I mean there are security measures in place, but everyone believes Abby’s sister is the target.
Then the unthinkable happens…Abby is kidnapped. And good old Steady leads the charge to rescue her. Through the jungles, these two race to escape, learn to love, and reveal secrets that should have been aired years ago.
What I loved about this book was how sexy it was. To me there was a lot more “oh, la, la” than in the last few books. Steady knows what he wants and his man enough to admit it early. But dear ole Abby takes a lot of convincing. She carries guilt for a secret through much of the story, that really was the only let down. Yeah, she did something wrong, but she blew up so big it rivaled Steady’s massive … well you get my point.
A run for your life, grab love when you can, erase your demons and make new friends but keep the old kind of romance. Hit all the right notes and erogenous zones to make me a giddy woman. Julie Ann Walker knows how to write men who are larger than life, but really just want to be with the woman they love and women who can stand up for all they want, their man.
The hum of the Ducati was reassuring, as was Abby’s tightened grip around Steady’s waist. They were riding down the devil’s own washed–out, rutted, rock–filled hell of a rubber tree logging road, and for the first ten minutes of the harrowing journey, while she’d still been suffering the lingering effects of the sedative, it was just as difficult to keep her on the bike as it was to navigate the frackin’ jungle track.
But now they were clipping along at a steady, if decidedly slow, pace. No JI goons could be seen in his rearview mirrors—-though it was hard to tell exactly, given the fact that the forest encroached from both sides and above. And if his calculations were correct, a half hour or so more should see them entering the lovely kingdom of Thailand.
See, he wished he could call and tell Dan, sometimes it’s better to Lone Wolf McQuade things…
Abby squirmed against his back, interrupting his thoughts and alerting him to the feel of her supple thighs pressed against the outsides of his hips and legs. Which, in turn, immediately focused his attention on her soft breasts—-and distended nipples?—-grazing his back.
Okay, so who was he kidding? Like he hadn’t been keenly aware of each of those things since the first moment. Even while worming his way through the dense undergrowth of ferns and vines after escaping the encampment and hiking back to the Ducati, he’d been hard–pressed to concentrate on anything other than the feel of Abby squeezed all nice and tight against him. Abby’s soft skin touching his. Abby’s sweet smell—-even sweaty and bedraggled, she still emanated a soft cloud of dryer sheets and cocoa butter lotion—-filling his nose and making his head spin.