Mallory Kane

"He learned he was going to be a daddy the same day his parents' murderer was set free. But Detective Ash Kendall was determined to keep it together. After all, one woman was at the center of everything, and Rachel Stevens had a lot of explaining to do. The lovely DNA profiler had no idea her evidence would reopen Ash's old wounds. Despite all they'd been through, she hadn't stopped loving the man who just found out he was going to be a daddy. And with someone desperate to keep the secrets of the Christmas Eve murders hidden, Ash was the only man who could protect Rachel and her baby"--Publisher.

Detective Daddy

War vet Matteo Soarez's assignment is simple: watch and listen. An undercover agent for Corps Security and Investigations, Matt learned patience the hard way on a dusty desert battleground. So sitting in a Texas café waiting for information is a piece of cake—make that a piece of pie. Faith Scott's cherry pie, that is. The young café owner and mother-to-be could light up a room with her smile, and send a jaded ex-soldier's heart racing like a stallion with just a touch. But Matt's job involves saving the governor's life, and protecting vulnerable single mothers isn't his priority. Yet when Faith's café becomes the epicenter of danger, Matt knows he cannot let Faith and her baby become collateral damage. Even if it means compromising the mission….

Baby Bootcamp

It's In His Kiss

Brotherhood Protectors World

Former Air Force Colonel Rook Castle dedicated his life to protecting the innocent and bringing them back alive. When terrorist leader Novus Ordo targeted his wife to get to him, Rook was forced to abandon her in the worst way. He believed that breaking her heart and his own was a small price to pay to keep her safe. Ever since witnessing the horror of his assassination two years ago, Irina Castle has run Rook's foundation, Black Hills Search and Rescue. She swore never to give up searching for him, refusing to believe he'd really died. But with her funds depleted, she's given up the search-and her hope that Rook is still alive-in order to save the organization he loved. Now Novus is targeting Irina again, and Rook's worst fear has come true. Not even his faked death can keep her safe. He has no choice-he must return from the dead to protect the woman he loves more than his own life.

Rook's Sacrifice

Former Air Force 1st Lieutenant Matt Parker is trained to survive under any conditions. When the infant child of his deceased best friend is kidnapped, he volunteers to tackle a treacherous mountain to save the seven month old. He knows his friend's wife will never forgive him for her husband's death, but he still vows to rescue her baby, even if it costs him his own life. Aimee Vick can't trust the man who failed to save her husband, but she knows he is her baby's only hope. She follows Matt on a dangerous path through a snowstorm, stalked by deadly enemies, on the frail hope that he can save her child. As Matt's expertise and determination keep them alive while they search for her baby, Aimee discovers there is much more to this man than she ever knew. She can trust him with their lives. Can she also trust him with her heart?

A Man Like Matt

The Trouble with Deke

September Rain

Do you believe in love at first sight? Allie McHale is spending this brutal Christmas Eve snowstorm in a barn in Marietta, Montana when suddenly she hears a horrible crash on the freeway near her ranch. She discovers a handsome lone survivor, a prisoner in handcuffs, and despite her apprehension about harboring a criminal, she rescues him anyway. Jacob Reeves, on his way to Salt Lake City to testify against his organized crime family, is miraculously saved by the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on, who has every reason not to trust him, but getting through a freezing Christmas Eve forces them to work together to survive. During the long night, their chemistry is off the charts and Jake realizes that Allie could be the love of his life. But as soon as the storm is over, he’ll be gone. Is Jake destined to break both of their hearts, or will a Christmas tragedy end in a miracle?

Her Secret Christmas Hero

Rebecca York

Diane Chamberlain

Catherine Asaro

Mary Jo Putney

Linda Madl

Patricia Rice

Cynthia Valero

Candice Kohl

Lucy Grijalva

Soldier, Warrior, Rebel . . . "Ten tales to tug at your heart strings and remind us all that heroes come in a variety of packages."--Romance Reviews Today "A stellar cast of authors..."--TheBestReviews.com He makes you cry for his pain and cheer for his victories. He fills your daydreams and remains etched in your memory for all time. He's the wounded hero--the most compelling figure in romantic fiction. And he's about to wrap himself around your heart and never let go. The award-winning, bestselling authors of The Journey Home have conjured an inspired collection of stories about this beloved icon whose soul bears the scars of time and fate. In each passionate and magical tale, you'll meet an irresistible warrior who's facing the aftermath of a conflict. You'll meet, too, the courageous woman who wants to tend his wounds, help him rebuild his shattered dreams, and give him the love he needs and so richly deserves--if only he will let her. Ten romantic encounters of the extraordinary kind, each proving what the heart knows is true--that the most powerful healer . . . in any time or place . . . was, is, and always shall be love.

The Journey Home

Private Security

Always stubborn and independent, Angela Grayson thought she could take care of herself. Lucas Delancey knew better. Someone was stalking his best friend's little sister, and Lucas wasn't going to leave her side until he knew she was safe. Even though that meant he'd spend torturous hours resisting the curve of her lips. Angela didn't want a bodyguard. Especially one who'd rejected her after one soul-melting kiss a lifetime ago. But she was in over her head. And she knew she could trust Lucas to protect her. She just didn't know if she trusted him not to break her heart again....

Her Bodyguard

Bodyguard/Husband by Mallory Kane released on Oct 24, 2003 is available now for purchase.

Bodyguard/Husband

Heir To Secret Memories by Mallory Kane released on Jan 24, 2003 is available now for purchase.

Heir to Secret Memories

Carla Cassidy

Her Bodyguard Always stubborn and independent, Angela Grayson thought she could take care of herself. Lucas Delancey knew better. Someone was stalking his best friend's little sister, and Lucas wasn't going to leave her side until he knew she was safe. Even though that meant spending torturous hours resisting her...Pregnesia Former navy SEAL Lucas Washington found her shaken and bruised in a car. Beautiful - and very pregnant - she couldn't remember what had happened to her or why she was terrified of going to the police. Lucas vowed to protect her and, as hours turned into days, a family came to claim her. Had Lucas just delivered his Jane Doe to safety...or into the hands of a killer?

Double-Edged Detective Detective Ryker Delancey had kept his eye on Nicole since the night she'd survived a violent home invasion. Convinced her attack was connected to a string of murders, Ryker would do anything to protect her, including becoming her 24/7 bodyguard. Of course, safeguarding her would be simple compared to denying his powerful attraction to her! The Paediatrician's Personal Protector Christy had returned to her close-knit Louisiana home town, determined to uncover the truth about her family's past. Until she endured two terrifying attempts on her life and met Reilly Delancey, a handsome SWAT specialist who refused to let her out of his sight until the would-be killer was caught...

The Paediatrician's Personal Protector. Mallory Kane

Double-Edged Detective

A Father's Sacrifice By Mallory Kane Harlequin Copyright © 2007 Mallory Kane All right reserved. ISBN: 9780373692880 Dylan Stryker looked down at his sleeping son. He'd been working with the virtual surgery program and missed Ben's bedtime again. In the dim glow of a caterpillar night-light, he watched his little boy's lips move slightly with each gentle breath. He looked so small, so innocent--so vulnerable. Dylan's heart squeezed with guilt and grief and stinging regret. Looking away, his gaze landed on Ben's leg braces in the corner. In stark contrast to his son's softly lit face, the ultralight titanium sucked up the light greedily, shining with the stark whiteness of bones. They mocked him, a constant reminder that his child's handicap was his fault. Irony twisted his gut. He'd been named a hero for inventing the computer-driven leg supports. Now his own child couldn't walk without them, and it was because of him. He knelt and kissed Ben's cool cheek. "I love you," he whispered. "I'd die for you if it would change the past." The bedroom door opened. It was Alfred. Dylan's senses went on full alert. His chief of security never interrupted him when he was with his son. He slipped quietly through the door to the hall. "Sorry," Alfred said shortly. "What is it? Another breach of the fence?" Next week was the third anniversary of the suspicious car crash that had killed his wife and injured his child. The vehicle that had run her off the road had never been found. And despite his and the government's best efforts to cover up Ben's survival, this time each year the tabloids always rehashed the sensationalistic rumors surrounding the crash. HORROR IN THE HAMPTONS. Mad Doctor Hides Hideously Maimed Son In Airless Underground Dungeon. Alfred shook his head at the latest headline, his weathered face grim. "Campbell called me," he said. "We've been hacked." Dylan cursed. "How bad?" "In and out within a few seconds, according to Campbell. I should have waited until morning. Should have let you sleep." Alfred's face was lined with worry. "No. I wasn't asleep. I need to know as soon as anything happens." "What for? So you have something else on your mind to keep you from sleeping? You couldn't have stopped the hacker." Dylan headed for the back stairs. "I could have tried." Alfred followed, laying a hand on Dylan's arm. "He's gone now. Go back to Ben. Try to get some sleep." "I can't sleep. You know that. I might as well work." Dylan rubbed his burning eyes. "Son, this is almost certainly a domestic terrorist cell. Why don't you take NSA up on their offer of protection?" Dylan sighed. "I talked to them today." "You've decided to move to a secure location?" Hope tinged Alfred's gravelly voice. As proud as the ex-military man was of his security measures, he'd made it clear that he'd prefer having Dylan and Ben under the government protection. Dylan shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck. "We've had this conversation. I'm not sending Ben away. And I can't go with him. The interface hardware is at a critical point--too delicate to be moved, and we're still debugging the software. I can't afford to lose even a couple of days...." He heard the desperation in his own voice. Alfred knew as well as he did the real reason he was working night and day. Time was running out for Ben. "So why'd you call NSA?" "I told them that if they want their damn supersoldier technology, they'll find me the best computer expert in the country. They promised me someone within forty-eight hours." SPECIAL AGENT Natasha Rudolph wiped her palms down her slacks as the doors slid shut, locking her in an elevator that was about to take her underground. Mitch Decker, Special Agent in Charge, had warned her this assignment would be difficult. However, he hadn't mentioned that the computer lab where she'd be working was twelve feet belowground on a secluded estate in the Hamptons. She closed her eyes as the elevator started downward. "Agent Rudolph?" She opened her eyes to find the military type who'd met her at the front door eyeing her hands. She realized she was clenching her fists. "Yes? Mintz, isn't it?" She deliberately relaxed her fingers. "I'm fine. Looking forward to getting started. It's been a long day." She bit her lip. She sounded like a babbling idiot. She set her jaw and silently commanded her heart to stop fluttering and her hands to stay serenely at her sides. Alfred Mintz frowned at her as the elevator doors slid silently open. She wiped her palms again, and stepped out into a brightly lit hall. It looked as if all the walls were made of glass. Natasha swallowed nervously. Not very substantial. She resisted the urge to glance up at the ceiling. How did these walls hold up the tons of dirt and steel above their heads? Ignoring the burning sensation on her scalp that signaled rising panic, she concentrated on staying calm. Mintz started down the hall, leaving her to catch up. "You may not get to meet Dr. Stryker tonight. If he's in the virtual surgery lab, we won't disturb him." They passed empty offices, furnished cubicles with computer workstations, and a door labeled Restroom And Showers that thankfully was not walled with glass. "I thought he was anxious for me to get started reinforcing the firewall," she said. Just past the restroom was a longer, solid glass wall. She saw a dim glow through the glass, although the glare of the brighter hall lights kept her from seeing inside the room clearly. She had the impression of chrome and steel. Mintz stopped at the door. He nodded, his gaze on something or someone beyond the glass. Natasha shaded her eyes and squinted. The room was an exercise room--a very well-equipped exercise room. And as she watched, a very well-equipped man stepped off a treadmill and grabbed a towel. A few seconds later, the man stepped through the glass door and walked toward her with loose-limbed grace. He wore a gray T-shirt and gray exercise pants. The T-shirt was dark with sweat, and hugged the planes of his chest and shoulders. Its tail hung loose, hinting at a flat, ridged belly. The pants fit snugly over his lean hips and long legs. His biceps flexed as he toweled his face and hair, then slung the towel around his neck. Natasha gaped at him. Who was he? Not Stryker, surely. This guy did not look like a famous neurosurgeon. Maybe he was the young bioengineer she'd been told was building the interface implant--Jerry Campbell. Mintz stepped aside as he approached. When Natasha pulled her gaze away from his sweaty, sexy body and met his gaze, the lines around his redrimmed blue eyes and the exhaustion on his face came into focus. This was no kid. But, who-- His sharp blue eyes burned into hers. "Dylan Stryker, this is Special Agent Natasha Rudolph," Mintz said. "Ah, yes. NSA said you'd be here by this evening," Stryker said wryly, lifting one brow. It was him. "Well, NSA and the FBI tend to respond more favorably to requests than demands." "I don't have time to wait for the bureaucracy to process a request." His gaze flickered down her body and back up. Then he held out his hand. "So you're the best hacker-buster in the known universe." She stared at the elegantly long, blunt-tipped fingers and neatly trimmed nails. His hands were the only thing about him that fit the information she'd been given. They looked like surgeon's hands. The only recent photos of him were long-range, grainy tabloid shots. From them she'd gotten the impression of a thin, hatchet-faced, obsessed scientist. Boy was she wrong! "Hacker-buster?" She shook her head. "No. Computer expert." Her voice was steadier than her insides. This was Dylan Stryker. Her head spun as lurid headlines filled her vision. HORROR IN THE HAMPTONS. Mad Doctor Hides Hideously Maimed Son In Airless Underground Dungeon. It was typical tabloid fare and it made her shudder each time she thought about it, made her dread meeting Stryker's child, whom Decker had told her was paralyzed. How could anyone keep a child in this place? Underground dungeon--underground lab. Close enough. "Dr. Stryker." She took his extended hand, and his intensity hit her like the back draft from a fire. Shock and awareness skittered along her spine. His grasp was firm and brief, leaving her palm feeling singed by his touch. "So, Agent Rudolph, are you really the best?" His voice held a challenge. "Yes, I am," she said without hesitation. His straight mouth tilted slightly at one corner. "Good. Perfect." He nodded, dislodging a trickle of sweat that slid down over his temple and down his jawbone. He glanced at his watch, used the towel on his damp hair again, then turned to Mintz. "Get her settled and put her to work. What about equipment?" "Brought it with her. Where do you want her?" "In the office across from the virtual surgery lab." He pointed farther down the hall. Then he looked at her. "How much equipment do you have?" "I'd rather have an office upstairs--" Natasha started, but Mintz was listing her equipment for Stryker. Neither one of them paid any attention to her. "Is there anything else you need, Agent Rudolph?" Windows. Lots of windows. "Any chance I could work upstairs somewhere?" "No. Out of the question." Stryker eyed her suspiciously. "Are you sure you can handle this job?" "Yes, of course," she said, thankful her voice was still steady. She had a job to do. And that meant forgetting that there were truckloads of dirt and an entire mansion over her head. Her career was on the line. She had to succeed--windows or no windows. "I assume I can start right away." The quicker she got started, the quicker she could expose the hacker and get out of this hole in the ground. "Alfred'll take care of anything you need," Stryker said with a wave of his hand. As he turned away, his gaze met hers in a fleeting, intense glance that seared her to the bone. His clear blue eyes burned as brightly as an oxygen flame, warming her cheeks and stirring a cauldron of unexpected emotions within her. He might be tired and unkempt, underfed and distracted, but Dylan Stryker exuded an air of command and--she searched for the right word...masculinity...that hummed through her like the ring of a perfectly pitched tuning fork. She blinked and dropped her gaze. "Thanks, Alfred." Stryker headed back to his lab. Natasha felt stunned. According to his file, Stryker was thirty-three, and already known worldwide for his breakthroughs with computer-assisted mobility in nerve-damaged patients. Natasha had studied everything the FBI had on him, including clippings from the tabloids. He'd been thirty when his wife was killed three years before. It has long been rumored that Stryker's infant son did not die in the mysterious car crash that killed his wife.... Natasha stared at Stryker's broad shoulders and lean hips until she realized Mintz had left her behind again. She hurried to catch up. He used his thumbprint and keyed in digits from a pass code generator. The door clicked open to reveal a small foyer banked with elevators. "Where are we going? I need to start work." Mintz punched the call button. "I'll show you to your room first, so you can freshen up. Have you eaten?" She nodded, finding it difficult to pull her thoughts away from Dylan Stryker. He was so completely different from her expectations. He was driven, maybe even obsessed. But there was something else about him. Something dark and haunted lurked behind his brilliant blue eyes. "I assume you've been fully briefed on our situation?" Mintz asked. "Yes, sir. I'm here to stop a hacker and construct a firewall. And of course, to help with physical security." Mintz shook his head. "Physical security is not your job. Two of your fellow agents are on the outside to help my staff handle that. You concentrate on the computer." Continues... Excerpted from A Father's Sacrifice by Mallory Kane Copyright © 2007 by Mallory Kane. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

A Father's Sacrifice

DEAR MS. LOVELESS, Do you want your daughter back...alive? We're watching you...and that distractingly handsome detective Griffin Stone. His sharp eyes cut right through your lies; and talking to the police can get you into trouble...the fatal kind.

Lullabies and Lies (Mills & Boon Intrigue) (Ultimate Agents, Book 4)

Heir To Secret Memories (Mills & Boon Intrigue) (Top Secret Babies, Book 7)

LITTLE WHITE LIES… Known as much for her undercover skills as for the black stockings even the Miami heat couldn't get her to shed, Sophie Brooks was a mystery her Weddings Your Way coworkers couldn't quite gauge. So when Sean Majors, head of security for a kidnapped heiress's family, started delving into Sophie's past for seemingly professional reasons, her suspicious nature went into overdrive…as did her libido. Telling the teal-eyed bodyguard they were working the same case was out of the question. But with danger lurking around every turn, Sophie had to convince Sean she could protect herself without revealing her cover—or losing her vulnerable heart.

Covert Makeover

And as Dana Maxwell gazed into the steely eyes of the officer assigned to protect her from a madman, her senses burned hot. Here was the one man guaranteed to turn her orderly world inside out. Tall, dark and devastatingly charming Cody Maxwell—Dana's former husband. Cody's worst enemy would kill Dana to get to him—and Cody vowed on his badge and his honor that it would never happen. Being in his care would make Dana spitting mad, but Cody trusted her safety to no one else. Danger had once torn them apart—now it tied them together for a reckoning long overdue!

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