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He never looked back, until the only bridge he needed - was the one he’d burned. Screwed. No other way to describe Ryker “Crow” Ward’s life, because . . . A month after ditching his CIA status - accepting a job with his former Delta Force teammates as part of Wayward Souls - he’s been recalled. Tasked with chasing ghosts and rumors in hopes of preventing a top secret file from falling into the wrong hands. Getting partnered with NSA agent Devlyn Adams - his ex-everything - wasn’t supposed to be part of the package. Not when she’s just as likely to kill him as the man they’re hunting. And, with time ticking down, and multiple agencies trying to permanently silence them, Crow barely has the strength to keep them alive, let alone fight the ever-present attraction to Devlyn threatening to smother him. Devlyn doesn’t want explanations, and Crow can’t blame her. But, if she thinks that’s enough to scare him away, she’s got a hard lesson ahead of her. He’s vowed to find a way to win her back, and failure isn’t an option. Dodging bullets, drones and assassins is the easy part. Convincing Devlyn he’s worth another chance . . . It’s going to take all his skills, and a healthy dose of luck, to complete his mission and stop Devlyn from walking out the door. But he’s determined to make things right between them, even if that means dying to protect the woman he loves.
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Kris sees herself as somewhat obsessive and feels she tends to push the boundaries of common sense sometimes. Her friends graciously see her as passionate and adventurous. After all, speed limits are only a guideline and shouting is just her way of rising above the chaos. Kris loves the outdoors. If she's not on her computer—or chasing after her three kids—she's out on a trail somewhere, either running with her dog or riding her mountain bike. Kris took up adventure racing a few years ago, and tries to enter one or two races every year. Kris started writing some years back, and it took her a while to realize she wasn’t destined for the padded room, and the voices chattering away in her head were really other characters trying to take shape. (And since they weren’t telling her to conquer the human race, she went with it.) Kris loves writing erotic novels. She loves heroines who kick butt, heroes who are larger than life, and sizzling sex scenes that make you squirm in your seat, and leave you feeling just a bit breathless. Email: contactme@krisnorris.ca