Part of Series
Find out why New York Times bestseller Maya Banks hails McKenna’s books as “A non-stop thrill ride...” He’ll guard her with his life… Nate Murphy, a hot-shot security expert, came to Shaw’s Crossing to help the Trask brothers kick their mysterious enemies’ asses. Instead, he’s knocked sideways by the lovely Elisa, a mysterious woman who works as a waitress in Demi’s restaurant. Nate’s an ex-soldier and an ex-bouncer, and his specialty is breaking heads…but the haunted fear in Elisa’s eyes makes him want to crush whoever put it there. But he can’t help unless she tells him who’s gunning for her… She aches to tell him the truth… Elisa Rinaldi can’t prove that her ex, Gil is a violent sociopath—he’s too good at hiding his tracks and deflecting blame. She’d hoped that keeping her head down in a tiny mountain town would keep her safe, but she didn’t expect to make friends…much less be wildly attracted to a hard-eyed, hard-bodied security consultant. But when violence overtakes her new friends, and the media soon follows. If she shows up anywhere online or in the news, she’s dead—and so is her beloved brother. Her last gift to herself is a single night with Nate. Then she’d do the right thing…even if it breaks her. That night in Elisa’s apartment leaves Nate gasping for breath…but then she vanishes. And now Nate can’t rest until the bastard who is hunting her is entirely destroyed… Find out why New York Times bestseller Maya Banks hails McKenna’s books as “A non-stop thrill ride...” Author's Heedless, Book Four of The Hellbound Brotherhood, is part of a connected series, but with its own couple and its own HEA. It can be read as a standalone.
Author
Also wrote five category romances under the penname Shannon Anderson ::From The Author's Website:: HOW IT ALL BEGAN I started writing my first romance novel in secret. I was working a temp job in an insurance office in Manhattan at the time, and the office manager had made it clear that even if there was nothing to do, I still had to look busy—never one of my big talents. I felt bad about the wasted time, though, and I needed something to round out my other chosen career, which was singing. Yeah, that's right. Most artists choose a more practical Plan B to back up their improbable Plan A. Me? No way. "Long Shot" is my middle name. So I sneakily set up a Document 1 and a Document 2 with a spreadsheet on it. If my Boss du Jour walked by I could quick-like-a-bunny switch screens, and whenever the coast was clear, I went back to my story. Not that I was slacking, mind you. If there was work to be done, I did it. The sneakiness felt familiar, though, because I've been teased about reading romances since I was a kid. I think the day I finally grew up was the day I stopped trying to cover up what I was reading on the bus, train or subway. Let people think whatever they like. It wasn't until I moved to Italy (details of that Long Shot provided later on) that I got serious about writing, though. I found myself with many long, quiet days alone with nothing to do, so I slogged my way bravely to the end of the manuscript and sent it out. Everybody rejected it-except for Kensington. I wrote for them for a few years, and then made a bid for an erotic novella for the new Brava imprint, and oh joy, they accepted it. Then I wrote BEHIND CLOSED DOORS. And so on, and so forth. That's how I started. I can't think of anything I'd rather do. I never knew it would be so scary, and so hard . . . all that solitude and silence, a blank computer screen, and no one to blame. But still. It's worth it. It's great.
