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CIA covert operator Savannah James is after intel on a potential coup in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, but she needs a partner fluent in Lingala to infiltrate the organization. Sergeant First Class Cassius Callahan is the perfect choice, except he doesn’t like her very much. He doesn’t trust her, either, despite the sparks that flare between them, fierce and hot. Still, he accepts the assignment even though their cover requires Savvy to pose as his mistress.
May Giveaway
Attention Romantic Suspense Readers! Join the conversation on Facebook at Addicted to Danger and enter our May Grand Opening Giveaway!
(I’m one of thirty authors who’ve joined together to talk about our books, share stories and photos about what inspires us, and offer giveaways. We’re just getting started and want you to join the fun!)
MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY! Today starts the ADDICTED TO DANGER: Grand Opening Giveaway!
The contest will run this whole month and you can enter it in TWO WAYS:
1. 
?Commenting on posts all month long?—the more you comment, the more times you’re entered in the giveaway.
2. 
?Tag your friends
?—the more fellow readers you tag to join the Addicted to Danger group, the more times you’re entered in the giveaway! (the group will be public for the month of May so people can see it if you tag them)
At the end of May, 31 winners will be chosen, each will receive a book/ebook from ONE of the authors and ONE winner will win ALL 31 BOOKS!
Full rules can be found here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/addicted.to.danger/168805720449947/
Have you read CATALYST (Flashpoint #2)?
It’s been a while since I’ve posted about CATALYST. Here’s a snippet from the first night Bastian and Brie are together in South Sudan:
After the day Brie had just endured, it was crazy to realize she was stretched out on a grassy hilltop with Chief Bastard, laughing. But it felt right.
Plus, it was so much better than crying. “So. It’s been…quite a day.”
“Yep.” He plucked something from her hair—a twig, probably. Then combed out the short strands with his fingers. “You chopped off your hair,” he said idly, as if this was normal conversation after rescuing a woman from slavery and swamps.
“It’s easier to wash.” She wasn’t about to admit it had anything to do with him. She’d cut off a foot of hair because that was her usual reaction to rejection. No need to feed his ego, which was probably inflated enough as it was.
“I like it.”
She sighed as his fingers scraped her scalp. She was a sucker for scalp massages.
“If anyone told me ten years ago,” Bastian said, “we’d end up on a hilltop stargazing together in South Sudan, coated in mud after having escaped a slave market, I’d have told them they were nuts.”
She laughed. “I think it’s a nutty scenario for any two Americans, but admit we might be a more unlikely pair than most.”
“The second novel in Grant’s Flashpoint series offers intelligent romantic suspense that moves with the urgency of a thriller.” – Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
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