{"id":276,"date":"2010-11-18T11:24:16","date_gmt":"2010-11-18T19:24:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kayleacross.com\/v2\/"},"modified":"2020-08-05T12:46:56","modified_gmt":"2020-08-05T20:46:56","slug":"no-turning-back","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/kayleacross.com\/v2\/books\/no-turning-back\/","title":{"rendered":"No Turning Back"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"nrca_logo_rs2\"<\/a>\"\"Suspense Series #3<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

ISBN-13: 978-0-9919050-9-6
\n<\/strong>Genre: Romantic Suspense
\nRelease Date:\u00a02nd edition, January 2014
\nFormat: eBook & Print
\nLength: Novel<\/strong><\/p>\n

*2011 Aspen Gold Competition winner<\/strong><\/strong>
\n*1st place, 2010 Laurel Wreath Award \"2010<\/a><\/strong>
\n*2nd place, 2010 Heart of Excellence Readers’ Choice Award\"TRR-best-book\"<\/a>
\n*2011 EPIC Finalist<\/strong><\/strong>
\n*The Romance Reviews 2010 Best Book nominee<\/strong>
\n*2010 National Readers’ Choice Awards finalist<\/strong><\/p>\n

BLURB:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

She\u2019s a suspect.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

CIA communications expert Samarra Wallace is on the run from a faceless enemy when she learns terrorists have kidnapped and threatened to execute her cousin. She will do whatever it takes to free her, including breaking cover to contact the former teammate she is dangerously attracted to. Now all she has to do is convince him she\u2019s not working for the bad guys.<\/p>\n

He\u2019s her only hope.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Former Army Ranger Ben Sinclair isn\u2019t sure he can trust Sam, but he can\u2019t turn her away. Lives are at stake and she may be the only way to capture the terrorist mastermind his team is hunting. Despite his reservations, he finds himself falling for her. But when Sam\u2019s innocence is questioned again during a botched operation in the remote mountains of Afghanistan, the team pays a terrible price for trusting her. In the wake of that staggering betrayal Ben must decide if she\u2019s the innocent woman he fell in love with, or if she\u2019s a traitor who\u2019d set them up to die.<\/p>\n

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He shifted a little, and when his hand moved she realized for the first time he was holding a gun. She froze, fear squeezing her dry throat like a fist. She couldn\u2019t take her eyes from the pistol, which she had no doubt was loaded.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not going to shoot you,\u201d he said laconically, \u201cunless you do something stupid. Since we both know you\u2019re the furthest thing from that, I\u2019m sure you\u2019ve got nothing to worry about.\u201d<\/p>\n

She gulped and raised her eyes. What the hell was going on? Ben was holding a loaded gun against her.<\/p>\n

\u201cBeen busy?\u201d he asked in a mocking tone.<\/p>\n

She attempted to pull herself together. Why even bother asking? If he\u2019d followed the transmitter in her phone, then he knew exactly where she\u2019d been the past few days. She refused to let him see he\u2019d rattled her. Her chin came up. \u201cI had a few things to take care of.\u201d Like staying alive.<\/p>\n

His short laugh was far from warm. \u201cI bet you did, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n

His south Boston accent took the R out of the endearment and made her heart ache. A few short days ago, he\u2019d looked at her with warmth and kindness. Now, the expression in his eyes was almost glacial. Speculative and even angry. He had a right to feel that way after she\u2019d disappeared on the team, but why the gun and the hostility radiating from him? She wished he\u2019d let her explain everything. She needed him to believe her, because she had no one else to turn to.<\/p>\n

Gathering her courage, she took a step away from the door, then another, holding that frigid gaze. He sat perfectly still, a tiger waiting to attack its prey. It unnerved her. This was not the jovial, affectionate Ben she\u2019d come to know. He was a total stranger right now.<\/p>\n

She stalled out a few steps from him, scrambling for something to say to ease the tension. \u201cBen, I\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStop right there and hand me your bag.\u201d<\/p>\n

She bit her lip and did so, waiting while he emptied the meager contents on the table and went over each item looking for electronic devices. She clenched her teeth. Like she\u2019d even had time to think about bugging anything.<\/p>\n

He set the bag beside his chair. \u201cGot your BlackBerry?\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded. \u201cIn my pocket.\u201d She was afraid to retrieve it in case it made him aim the gun at her. Her fingers twitched once, then fell still.<\/p>\n

He held out one hand, palm up. Her eyes followed it. He had such beautiful, strong hands. She\u2019d spent many hours working next to him, admiring them as they moved over the keyboard and the rest of their equipment. Long, lean fingers, the short-clipped nails blunt and clean. The hands of a healer and a warrior. She remembered the feel of them on her shoulders when he and Rhys came to her apartment after she\u2019d called them for help back at the start of this whole mess. They\u2019d lent comfort and support. Kindness. Now he motioned one impatiently at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cHand it over.\u201d<\/p>\n

Careful to move slowly in case he suspected she had a weapon of some kind, she dug it out of her pocket and put it in his broad palm, the brief contact shooting sparks of heat up her arm. She snatched her hand back, hating the fact her body didn\u2019t pick up on the cold front it had walked in on. He seemed remote, but she sensed something seething beneath his composed exterior. Whatever was going on in his head, he had to have something more on his mind than her disappearance. \u201cYou seem upset,\u201d she ventured, not knowing what to make of it. If anyone should be upset, shouldn\u2019t it be her?<\/p>\n

An awful silence met her words. It expanded until it filled the room and pressed in on her.<\/p>\n

\u201cUpset?\u201d he said finally, then shrugged. \u201cI\u2019m not upset. I\u2019m just trying to figure out why you\u2019d fall of the face of the earth exactly when bad shit started happening.\u201d<\/p>\n

She licked her lips, not liking what he was inferring. Something else must have happened that she didn\u2019t know about. \u201cI don\u2019t know what I can say that will make you believe me,\u201d she began, stomach squeezing tighter when he didn\u2019t even glance at her. Despair filled her. \u201cI called you because I need your help.\u201d<\/p>\n

He set her BlackBerry on the side table next to him and regarded her dispassionately. \u201cThat\u2019s nice.\u201d<\/p>\n

His remote expression jangled her nerves. What had happened to make him look at her like that? \u201cYou want me to trust you, Sam?\u201d<\/p>\n

She frowned. \u201cOf course I do.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re a bright girl, so I\u2019m sure you can understand why that\u2019s not going to happen. But if you want to try to earn my trust, I\u2019m game.\u201d He tilted his dark head, pale eyes glittering a challenge in the lamp light.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can start by taking off all your clothes.\u201d<\/p>\n

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